Bought By My Obsessive Billionaire Ex
Four years ago, to protect the man I loved from losing his billionaire empire, I drugged his drink, told him I only used him for his money, and vanished.
Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey.
When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled.
In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession.
"If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you."
My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die.
But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career.
They thought I would cower.
But as I walked onto the soundstage, facing the heiress trying to steal my role, I took off my sunglasses. I wasn't running anymore; it was time to make them pay.
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Chapter 6
The air in the sunroom of the Holder family mansion in Beverly Hills was thick with the suffocating scent of Damascus roses.
Cheryle Weeks sat on a velvet armchair, wearing a pure silk robe. Her face, preserved by millions of dollars and excellent surgeons, held the perfect, serene smile of a veteran Hollywood actress. She slowly lifted a porcelain cup of Earl Grey tea to her lips.
The glass doors of the sunroom were violently shoved open.
Kloe burst into the room. Her hair was a tangled mess, her eyes red and swollen from crying on the private jet all the way from New York.
She collapsed onto the velvet sofa across from her mother and began to sob hysterically.
"He humiliated me!" Kloe shrieked, waving her hands. "That bitch Aubrey seduced Callum Wyatt, and he threatened our family in front of everyone!"
Cheryle's hand paused mid-air. The teacup hovered near her mouth. A sharp, dangerous light flashed in her eyes at the mention of Callum's name.
She calmly set the cup down on the saucer. She pulled a tissue from a silver box and tossed it at Kloe.
"Stop crying," Cheryle snapped, her voice dropping its sweet facade. "Tears are for the cameras, Kloe. In this house, they are useless."
Cheryle stood up. She walked over to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the perfectly manicured lawns of her empire.
"Lillian's little bastard is just like her mother," Cheryle sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "A cheap whore who only knows how to spread her legs for powerful men."
Kloe wiped her nose aggressively. "We can't let her get away with this! She can't step on the Holder name!"
Cheryle spun around. Her eyes were as cold and dead as a snake's.
"Never say the words 'illegitimate daughter' outside this house again," Cheryle warned, her voice a lethal whisper. "If you push her too hard in public, the press will start digging. And if they dig up what really happened twenty years ago, we lose everything."
Kloe shivered, suddenly remembering the terrifying lengths her mother had gone to when forcing Lillian out. She snapped her mouth shut.
Cheryle walked back to the sofa. She gently stroked Kloe's messy hair, her touch terrifyingly soft.
"Don't worry, my sweet girl. Mommy won't let that little bitch take what belongs to you."
Kloe looked up, a vicious hope lighting up her eyes. "What are we going to do?"
Cheryle walked over to her heavy mahogany desk. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a thick, glossy folder. The title read: The Sovereign - Production Pitch.
She tossed the folder onto the glass coffee table.
"Aubrey thinks this show is her big comeback," Cheryle laughed coldly. "So what if Callum Wyatt is protecting her now? I want her to wake up on that set every single day and realize that in Hollywood, we are the ones who pull the strings. I am going to use our capital to crush her so completely in her proudest field that she'll wish she was never born."
Kloe's eyes widened in understanding. "We ruin her on set."
"Exactly," Cheryle said. "Your sister Tatum is an idiot, but she's a useful idiot. We'll use the family fund to buy her a spot in the cast."
Cheryle instructed Kloe to call the PR department immediately. They were going to dump a massive amount of cash on the producers of The Sovereign.
"I want Aubrey to wake up every single day on that set and remember that capital can crush her like a bug," Cheryle smiled, a cruel, twisted expression.
Outside, the California sky suddenly darkened. Heavy raindrops began to smash against the glass roof of the sunroom.
Kloe pulled out her phone, her arrogant smirk returning as she dialed the producer's number.
Cheryle picked up her cold tea. She took a sip, her eyes staring blankly at the wall. The memory of Lillian standing on the Golden Globes stage, holding the trophy that should have been hers, burned in her mind. Her manicured nails scratched violently against the porcelain cup.
I destroyed the mother, Cheryle thought. I will destroy the daughter.
A sharp knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. The head butler stepped in, looking nervous.
"Madam," he bowed. "The police department called. Mr. Johnston is trying to make contact with Aubrey in New York."
Cheryle's face turned a violent shade of purple.
She hurled the teacup at the floor. It shattered into a hundred pieces against the marble, cold tea splashing everywhere.
"Cut the phone lines!" Cheryle screamed, her elegant mask completely destroyed. "Confiscate his cell phone! Do not let my husband speak to that bitch!"
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8.3
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As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated.
With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System.
9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
9.5
"You shouldn't be here, Fiona," his deep voice rasped against her ear, his hand still pressed against the wall behind her.
"Then tell me to leave," she whispered, her lips trembling inches from his. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. And in that moment, she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Fiona Harry has lived her whole life in a golden cage of wealth, reputation, and suffocating rules. University was supposed to be her escape, her first taste of freedom. But nothing could prepare her for the moment she came face-to-face with Professor Jalen Hart, her father's best friend. One reckless night changes everything. A drunken mistake turns into an irresistible obsession, pulling her deeper into Jalen's forbidden world. But secrets don't stay hidden forever. Between Jude, her possessive friend who knows too much, Marian, Jalen's wicked wife, and the dangerous power of desire, Fiona is about to risk not only hers and her family's reputation but her entire future.
And what happens when the truth comes out especially to Marian?
9.0
My father was dying in the ICU, and our family company, the Martin Group, was on the verge of total collapse.
While I was desperately trying to sign the consent form for his life-saving surgery, my fiancé, Eston, sent me a text.
"I told you not to be stubborn. The company is mine by Friday. Beg me, and I might pay for the funeral."
He had been secretly looting my family's assets from the inside, waiting for me to break so he could steal everything. He thought I would crawl back to him in absolute despair, surrendering my father's legacy just to survive. The sheer weight of my helplessness crushed my chest as the heart monitor next to my father's bed let out a frantic, high-pitched scream.
The betrayal tore through me, but the despair quickly hardened into a cold, sharp stone.
Why should I let the man who ruined me dance on my family's grave? Why should I let him walk away with everything while I lost the only family I had left?
I wiped away my tears and blocked his number permanently.
Then, I stepped out into the freezing Manhattan rain and went straight to the top floor of the Maxwell building.
I threw my remaining shares onto the desk of Ellwood Maxwell—the apex predator of Wall Street, and Eston's untouchable, ruthless uncle.
"I want you to marry me," Ellwood said, pushing a marriage contract toward me. "That is the only way your company survives."
I picked up the pen. If Eston wanted to destroy my life, I would become his aunt and make him bow.
9.6
Nelson Smith has been struggling for survival due to kidney failure. Without a transplant, he has less than four months to live.
No one in his family matched after tests were done. Not even his siblings, parents or cousins, except for one person, Janice Capuno, his wife.
Janice used to be the darling of a wealthy Dynasty, until she hid her identity and married the man she loves, Nelson Smith, against her parent's wishes.
Instead of getting love, she was treated like a servant by her mother-in-law, mocked as a gold-digger by her sister in-law, but for her husband, his love towards her remained unshakable. He'd never ceased defending and protecting her from his family, that's why when the doctors confirmed her to be a match, she didn't hesitate to get herself cut open to save Nelson's life.
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There was barely thirty minutes to the surgery, and Janice was already in her hospital gown, waiting to get cut and her kidney given out to save her husband's life, when the reality of everything she had believed in came changing in her eyes.
"Babe....my phone...switch it off...battery." Nelson pointed to his bag weakly before the sedative took full action on him. Just before she'll put the phone off, a WhatsApp notification suddenly popped up. It was from Tricia, his University ex-girlfriend.
"Baby, has the fool gone into the theatre yet? I can't wait for this to be over. Once you get the kidney, we're done with her." The message read.
9.1
The best way to get back at a cheating bastard? Make him sick to his stomach for the rest of his life!
Days before her wedding, Corinne caught her fiancé cheating with his coworker in what she thought was their future home.
Furious, she tore everything apart, ended the engagement, and decided on a bold revenge plan.
To make him regret it for life, she set her sights on marrying his powerful uncle. Confident in her scheme, she tried to win over the cold, untouchable man, only to realize too late that she had mistaken his identity.
The man she married was far more dangerous than she imagined!
Corinne decided to make a quick escape. "Let's get a divorce. We're clearly not right for each other... "
He cornered her with a knowing smile, "Not right for each other? Funny, that's not what you said last night in bed. Want me to remind you how wrong you are?"