Claimed By The Arrogant Billionaire
Eva Brooks, a 25-year-old woman, was set up by her best friend. Her fiancé broke up with her and demanded compensation for allegedly cheating on him.
Eva had a one-night stand with the richest CEO in Dominic City, Ethan Owen. He was arrogant and offered her a job as his secretary.
As his secretary, Ethan couldn't shake his fondness for Eva. He became obsessed with her, worrying that she was cheating on him.
He broke up with his fiancée to become engaged to Eva, but will his fiancée let him go? Will Eva accept a relationship with her boss?
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Chapter 1
Eva's POV:
It was a bright Saturday morning. A ray of sunlight seeped into the room and landed on my face.
I woke up in bed with a throbbing headache. When I shifted my hand, I was stunned to touch another person lying next to me.
"What? Who are you!" I gasped, sitting up immediately.
The man had a sharp jawline, full brows, and thin lips.
I looked at my body and was stunned to find myself naked in bed with him.
"Who the hell are you!" I yelled, before the events of the previous night hit me hard.
Layla Parker had invited me to celebrate her birthday at the hotel. Layla came from a rich family. She was 24 years old, fair-skinned, and my best friend from college.
Though Layla came from a wealthy family, I came from a struggling home. She promised I would have fun at her party, even when I didn't want to go. I agreed, and now I was in bed with an unknown man.
"I should be the one asking you what the hell you're doing on my bed. This is a VIP suite. How did you get in here, miss?" asked the handsome man as he shifted away from me. I was stunned by his masculine physique—broad chest, chiseled abs, and six-pack.
"Don't drool at me like that. Get up and get out!" he barked. I refused.
"I am a virgin. I am not a prostitute, and you slept with me. Is this how you take responsibility for your actions? How did we end up entangled in this bed?" I sobbed, unable to believe I had sex with an unknown man. He ignored me, pulled the bedsheet away from my body, and wrapped it around himself.
When he went into the bathroom, the sound of running water filled my ears. The entrance door swung open, and Layla walked in with Jacob Stone, my fiancé.
"So this is what you do, Eva. You hook up, after everything I did to support you," Jacob accused me, standing at the door with Layla.
"No, Jacob. I don't know what happened. Layla, you invited me to your party. How did I end up with that stranger in the bathroom?" I asked my best friend, needing her help.
Layla wore a short blue dress and black shoes, and she clung to Jacob's arm like she was his girlfriend.
"Jacob, I don't know what Eva is saying. She came to my party and told me she was looking forward to meeting a rich guy in this luxury five-star hotel—the Owen's Hotel. I honestly don't know how she got here until I asked the security men," Layla lied, and Jacob believed her.
"I cannot believe you would do this, Eva. After everything I did to feed you, sponsor you—this is how you repay me. It's over between us," Jacob said, glaring at me.
"You never let me touch you, and now you gave your body willingly to another man. I want back all the money I spent on feeding and clothing you for the five years we dated. Fail to do that, and I will have you arrested. Trust me," Jacob said. He pulled his hand away from Layla and walked out of the hotel room.
Layla glanced at me and smiled. "Do you think you deserve a rich man like Jacob? Look at you, Eva. A poor woman like you cannot climb to the top of the ladder of wealth and power in this Dominic City. Return to the slum where you belong, and don't worry about Jacob—I will take care of him." Layla smirked and walked out, slamming the door with a deafening sound.
Tears flooded down my cheeks as I sat on the bed, speechless. "Where would I get the money to pay Jacob now?"
Jacob had promised to marry me after I graduated, and now Layla had ruined everything—after I graduated this year.
Wiping the tears off my cheeks, I knew crying didn't solve anything. But I wouldn't just leave. I needed an explanation from the man in the bathroom.
How dare he use me, knowing I was intoxicated, and yet act like I had taken advantage of him?
I waited for the man to get out, grabbing my clothes from last night that I saw sprawled on the floor—a green dress I had worn to Layla's birthday party.
A knock on the entrance door startled me again. I quickly used the green dress to cover my chest and shield my nakedness.
A tall man in a black suit entered the room. Seeing me using the green dress to shield my chest, he lowered his head and apologized, "I am sorry, miss. Where is Mr. Owen?"
"Mr. Owen? Who?" I asked, confused. The bathroom door opened, and the handsome man who had taken care of me stepped out.
"Leave, Pete. I will call for you later," he said.
"Okay, boss," the tall man in black replied. My eyes widened. This handsome stranger was a boss. Who was he, and why did the tall man call him boss?
But the man ignored me and went to get his clothes ready.
"Mr. Owen, you cannot take advantage of me without an explanation. I was drunk last night, and I bet you were drunk too," I said, my tone accusing him as he wore his shirt and buckled it.
Turning to face me with his sharp green eyes, he replied, "I wasn't drunk. But how do I know you were drunk, when you came into my room, offered yourself to me, and kissed me first? Do you need me to replay the footage to see what you did?"
"No, I…" I was lost for words. "I would never do that. You are accusing me wrongly," I said, my voice quivering, as I didn't remember doing any of that.
"I see," Mr. Owen smirked, walked over, and picked up his phone.
"Have a look," he said, playing a video from last night on his phone.
In the video, I couldn't believe my eyes. I barged into his room, rushed to the bed, mounted him, and started kissing him.
"I don't remember doing that. That's not me. And how do you have the video on your phone?" I asked accusingly. He smirked.
"Don't play dumb with me, young lady. I own this hotel and the Owen's Group in Dominic City. If anyone needs compensation between us, it's me. You took advantage of me, and I only helped you when I sensed you were drugged. If I hadn't slept with you, who knows what damage would have happened to your body? So you should compensate me," he smirked, and my jaw dropped.
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9.7
For three years, I endured being treated like a walking ATM and a maid by my husband's family, biting my tongue to keep the peace.
Then, my husband's buddy suddenly dropped off a nine-year-old boy at my front door.
The crumpled note from my husband casually explained it was his illegitimate son, blaming me for being barren and demanding I raise the kid as our own.
My mother-in-law was absolutely thrilled, parading the boy around as the true heir at the dinner table.
"Some trees just don't bear fruit, no matter how much water you give them," she sneered.
My brother-in-law cheered, and my drunk father-in-law demanded I cook a feast to celebrate.
They actually expected me to continue paying the mortgage, buying the groceries, and cleaning up their endless messes, all while raising the living proof of my husband's betrayal.
I looked at the parasites who had drained me dry for years, acting like they were doing me a favor by letting me stay in a house that my money paid for.
I didn't scream, and I didn't cry.
I simply called my lawyer to file for an immediate divorce, froze every single bank account and credit card they relied on, and drove off to my grandmother's secluded cabin in the woods.
Let them see how long they survive without my money.
8.7
Five years ago, I was the invisible scholarship charity case at an elite Manhattan prep school, trying to survive in a sea of trust-fund babies.
Arlo Hammond, the untouchable billionaire heir, made sure to completely dismantle my soul.
When his wealthy friends asked if he noticed me, his mocking laughter echoed down the hallway.
"Are you out of your mind? You seriously think I'd be interested in a boring little nerd like her?"
But the moment we were alone, he would corner me in dark alleys, pinning my wrists against brick walls with terrifying, possessive jealousy if my phone even buzzed. He played his twisted games until I was left standing in the rain with my shattered dignity.
Now, I am an Assistant District Attorney. I spent years burying those memories under mountains of legal files.
But tonight, he returned.
When we crossed paths at an exclusive club, he looked at me with the cool detachment he'd give a piece of furniture. In front of a crowd of elites, he coldly declared:
"We have absolutely nothing to do with each other anymore."
Then he walked away to pick up a supermodel, leaving me trembling from the sheer humiliation.
I didn't understand. If I was so worthless to him, why did he still have my birthday tattooed in dark ink on his wrist? Why did he look at me with such raw, painful vulnerability in the shadows?
I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror and made a silent vow.
I am not that pathetic seventeen-year-old anymore, and I will prove to him that I am completely, entirely over him.
9.7
Emaline Finley was drowning in massive debt to keep her dying father alive, even enduring a humiliating blind date with an arrogant man just to find a financial lifeline.
But the fatal blow came from her former best friend, Kitty. Kitty, who was already engaged to Emaline's ex-boyfriend, deliberately told Emaline's father that his expensive treatments were bleeding his daughter dry.
Out of extreme guilt, her father threw away his life-saving medication and checked himself out of the hospital to die at home. When Emaline found him, he was coughing up pools of bright red blood, his lungs rapidly collapsing. As the paramedics rushed him away, Kitty called to gloat, mocking Emaline's poverty and telling her to go watch her father die.
Emaline was completely shattered, suffocating under the sheer injustice of it all. She had been betrayed, stripped of her dignity, and was now forced to watch her only parent slip away because of a cruel, spiteful lie.
Just as her world went dark, a wildly wealthy stranger stepped in. Cullen Preston, the mysterious man who had witnessed her humiliating date, paid the astronomical medical bills and brought in the city's top surgeon to pull her father back from death. But his salvation wasn't charity.
"Consider it a dowry."
He bought her father's life, and in exchange, he demanded Emaline as his wife.
8.4
Everly spent four years playing the perfect, accommodating wife to Carson Moss, swallowing every grievance just to secure medical treatments for their sick daughter.
But at a high-society banquet she exhausted herself organizing, Carson's pregnant mistress crashed the party.
The woman shoved an ultrasound of Carson's "real heir" directly into Everly's frail grandfather's face.
The shock triggered a massive heart attack.
Carson refused to use his private helicopter to save the dying old man, choosing to protect his mistress and his company's IPO instead. Her grandfather died on the hospital table.
Instead of remorse, her mother-in-law demanded Everly publicly cover up the murder.
"You will do exactly as I say, or I will freeze every single cent of the medical trust fund paying for your crippled daughter's treatments."
When a battered Everly returned to the estate, she discovered her three-year-old daughter covered in dark bruises and pinch marks. Her in-laws were deliberately torturing her disabled child.
Everly couldn't comprehend how a family could be so utterly heartless. Her only family was murdered, her child was abused, and her husband threw a five-million-dollar check at her face as hush money.
They thought she would just break and quietly disappear.
But when a terrifyingly powerful billionaire unexpectedly blocked Carson's security team from locking her up, Everly finally saw her window.
She grabbed her sleeping daughter and ran out into the freezing storm, making a blood-bound vow to make the entire Moss family bleed.
8.2
Justine abandoned her career as a top trauma surgeon to marry Congressman Carl McConnell. She did it to fulfill her dying sister's last wish: to protect her son, Leo, from this ruthless political family.
But the seven-year-old boy she swore to protect shoved her into a freezing koi pond, then cried to his father that Justine tried to drown him.
Carl didn't even check the security cameras. He hugged his precious heir and looked at his freezing wife with pure disgust.
"Are you out of your mind? Trying to hurt the heir to the McConnell family!"
He locked Justine in a 55-degree wine cellar while she was burning with a 102-degree fever. When she finally told him the truth, Carl flew into a rage and hurled a heavy brass-cornered book at her face, slicing her cheekbone wide open.
His mother even ordered the staff to starve her for seven days to reflect on her sins.
Justine stood in the dark, blood dripping down her face, her heart completely dead. She had sacrificed her brilliant future and her pride for this family, only to be tortured and discarded like garbage. How could they be so utterly devoid of humanity?
She pulled out her old medical kit and stitched up her own face.
Then, she signed the legal documents to permanently relinquish her stepparent rights, threw them at the housekeeper, and calmly looked at her abusive husband.
"I am divorcing you, Carl."
9.0
Carli followed an anonymous text to a dark garage, only to find her fiancé of seven years tangled with another woman in his Porsche.
She smashed his window, threw her engagement ring at his face, and walked away.
But the betrayal didn't stop there. Her own family sided with the cheater. Her father slapped her across the face so hard she bled, demanding she hand over her late aunt's trust fund.
"If you don't do exactly as you're told tonight, I will freeze every credit card in your name," her father roared.
Forced to attend the exclusive Gutierrez family gala, Carli watched her ex-fiancé parade his cheap mistress to humiliate her, while her stepsister tried to publicly ruin her.
Suddenly, a violent screech echoed as the massive crystal chandelier above them snapped from the ceiling.
In a split second of pure instinct, Vaughn shoved his mistress to safety and threw himself to the ground, completely abandoning Carli to be crushed.
Staring up at the plummeting glass, Carli felt the crushing reality that her entire life had been surrounded by monsters.
But the fatal impact never came.
A massive force yanked her into a hard chest, shielding her body entirely from the explosive shrapnel.
Carli opened her eyes to find Fletcher Gutierrez—the ruthless billionaire king of Wall Street and the masked stranger from her reckless one-night stand—bleeding heavily over her.
Feeling his warm blood on her hands, Carli knew the game had just changed.