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 2
Eva's POV:
I stood speechless in a corner of the room, watching Mr. Owen buckle his shirt and cover his masculine physique. I couldn't believe my ears—I had just had a one-night stand with the richest bachelor in Dominic City. How was this possible? How did I get into his hotel room?
"I don't have money to compensate you," I said at last, my voice low.
"Mmm. Well, you need to start by taking care of my sperm, since I didn't use any protection last night. I wouldn't want an unknown woman to carry my child," he stated, his tone sharp. I nodded.
"I will do that," I replied, but he scowled.
"I don't trust you," he said, pulling out his phone and contacting a number.
"Pete, get me a pack of contraception and make sure it's not expired," he ordered, his tone firm.
The call ended, and I still stood in a corner of the room, after seeing the video evidence that I had rushed into his room and demanded he sleep with me.
"Can I at least have my bath and use the bathroom?" I asked him weakly. My body ached, and I could still feel my core pulsating, as if his rod was still inside me.
"Sure, but don't stay too long. The medicine needs to work and flush out whatever of me you're carrying," he replied coldly, like he wanted nothing to do with me.
"Okay, sir," I said, lowering my head, uncomfortable meeting his gaze.
I had heard of Ethan Owen, the richest bachelor in Dominic City. Top magazines broadcast him among the top ten richest men. I couldn't believe I had spent a night with him. Even Jacob Stone, my fiancé, didn't come close to Ethan's rank in this city.
Slowly, I went into the bathroom and sank into the cold water. My body trembled at the realization of what I had just found myself in. I turned on the tap and let the cold water wash down my sore body. After my bath, I borrowed a white towel I found, since the bathroom smelled of a man's cologne. I didn't need anyone to tell me this was Ethan's luxury suite in this five-star hotel.
Knock knock.
The sound of someone knocking on the bathroom door startled me, and only then did I realize I had spent too much time zoning out. I rushed to the door and pulled it open, wrapped in a pristine towel around my chest. My long blonde hair was wet, and I stood as a slim woman.
Ethan's eyes trailed over my body, from my face to my chest, before moving back up to my face. He stood taller in front of me.
"What took you so long to bathe? I have somewhere to be, and you're wasting my time," he said, stepping aside for me to walk out. He had already put on his light blue coat, his green eyes following me as I strolled out of the bathroom weakly.
"I'm sorry, sir. How much do you want me to pay you?" I finally asked him, not wanting to get on his bad side or get arrested.
"Hahaha," Ethan laughed, his deep voice making my heart flutter. I raised my head and looked at his face. He took a step closer and asked, "Can you afford me?"
"Huh, but we already had sex last night. Since I am at fault, I should pay you off so nothing links us," I replied, as my phone rang in my bag.
A memory flashed in my head. I recalled getting dragged by a man out of the event hall last night—the club where Layla had chosen. I had fought to escape him before running into the next room and onto the bed to meet Ethan. Now I remembered how Layla had paid someone to sleep with me. She had planned it all.
My fist clenched at the memory, and Ethan's words brought me back to reality.
"You don't have to worry about paying me, since you're a virgin and a good girl last night," he said, drawing close to me. My brows furrowed.
"How about I pay you to be my personal mistress? Whenever I need a woman to get laid with," he said, his lips curling into a smile as he drew next to me and shifted my wet hair strands away from my face and neck.
I smacked his hand away and warned him, "I am not a prostitute. Sorry, Mr. Owen. You should find someone else to get laid with often."
I wanted to walk away from him, but he pulled me back and pressed me against the wall.
"This isn't what you did last night. You begged me to take you," he said, his voice cold, his sharp green eyes peering into my blue orbs.
"I was drunk. I would never do that. I kept myself for my husband as a wedding gift, and my best friend drugged me and made me lose my chastity to you. I will not do it. If you need me to compensate you, name your price, and I will do that," I replied, my tone broken as tears spilled down my cheeks.
The image of Jacob looking at me with disappointment flashed in my mind, and I couldn't stop my tears.
"Fine. Since you want to pay me, I will offer you a job to work for me as my personal secretary. What do you say?" Ethan asked. I am in need of a job as a tech developer, but I shook my head.
"No. I cannot be your secretary. I have other work to do," I replied, refusing his offer.
"I will pay you one million dollars per month," Ethan said, his tone sharp. My jaw dropped.
"No… I…" I wanted to refuse, but one million dollars per month was too much for a secretary.
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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.