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 7
(Eva's POV)
"Hello, sir. This is Eva Brooks calling," I said swiftly, my heart pounding faster in my chest. Why am I like this because of a simple call? I pondered as there was silence on the line, before Ethan's deep voice reverberated in my eardrum.
"I am aware. Have you made up your mind to work for me? I gave you my personal contact card, so I know you're the one calling," he replied, his deep voice making my thighs clench together. I gasped, "Oh! Well, I thought about your offer, and I accept to work as your secretary. Are you sure you will pay me two million per month?"
"Yeah. Or have you changed your price?" he asked smoothly.
"No. I accept. It's fine. I just want to be sure that you will pay me that amount," I replied, and he sighed.
"I will keep to my terms of the deal. You should keep to yours. I expect to see you in my company by Monday. Note, not the hotel," he stated, and I gulped hard, looking at the company's address.
"I will be there, boss," I said, and he laughed.
"Fine. I am your boss. You should address me as boss," he agreed, and I smiled with relief.
"Alright. Take care, sir," I replied, to which he muttered, "You too."
The call finally came to an end, and I felt my heart throbbing faster, like I had just won a lottery.
"Yes!" I squealed, before another intense knocking rumbled on my door.
Rushing to check who was at the door again, I hoped it wasn't Noah. When I pulled the door open, I met my brother, Cruz, standing there, carrying his son in his arms. The chubby little boy was awake. Even though I wanted to carry him, I recalled that Maddison forbade us from touching her son. She accused my parents and me of inflicting her son with 'poverty syndrome,' so we abstained from touching the little boy.
"Hey, I heard you scream, and that's why I hurried over," Cruz said with a smile, and I laughed.
"I'm sorry for alerting the whole house. I got a new job," I said, blushing as I peered at my older brother's face.
"Where did you get the job?" he asked, his eyes watching me curiously as he frowned.
"Eva, don't take Maddison's words to heart. I won't allow her to sack you. Moreover, we need your expertise at the tech company," he said, knowing I was very intelligent. Even though he worked as an assistant, my brother knew I was more intellectual than him and Elora.
"Well, I know. But I have to find another job. I don't want to cause any problems for you and your lovely wife. That's why I accepted to work for another company—as a secretary, though," I explained, and my brother's frown deepened.
"Secretaries doesn't earn much. How much were you offered, and at what company? Before you can find a company that will pay you up to 50,000 for a secretary role is hard," Cruz said, his voice filled with disappointment as he played with his son in his arms.
"I know. Actually, I'm not going to earn 50,000. My boss offered to pay me two million," I replied, and Cruz gasped.
"What the hell? You're lying to me, Eva. This is not a time to joke," he said, his voice full of disbelief, and I laughed heartily.
"I'm not lying. I'm going to work for Ethan Owen," I said, and my brother gasped again.
"What? Which Ethan Owen are you talking about? Do you mean Dominic City's top richest CEO is your new boss? Where did you meet him?" Cruz questioned me, but I couldn't respond.
"Wait a minute—is Ethan the man you slept with?" Cruz asked, trying to piece the puzzle together, as I saw Noah walk out of his room and peer at us. His sister entered the corridor to carry her son, glaring at me. But hearing Cruz's questions, she was stunned for a moment too.
"No, Ethan is not the man I slept with," I quickly denied, but my cheeks flushed.
"Don't lie to me, Eva. If Mr. Owen isn't the man you met, then how did you get a job as his secretary?" Cruz questioned curiously, and I fumbled to find words to explain.
"Well, I was leaving the Owen's Hotel, and I heard they were in need of a new secretary for the big boss. I accepted the application card to work for the boss, and he said I should show up at work on Monday," I lied, and my brother's jaw dropped.
"I don't believe that. Do you mean you have Ethan's contact with you? Let me see it!" Cruz insisted, but I didn't want to give it to him.
"You cannot call him. What matters is that I got the job, and I will be going to work by Monday," I said, and my brother appeared doubtful.
"Eva, if you're lying to me just because Maddison said you shouldn't come to work at Almond Group, you don't have to lie to me using Ethan Owen. Do you know that getting a partnership deal with Owen's Tech company is very difficult, and one partnership can change your life forever?" Cruz said, his tone serious, and I nodded with a smile.
"I know. Don't worry, when I secure the job by Monday, I will let you know," I replied, and he looked at me doubtfully for a moment and sighed.
"Alright. I will be looking forward to seeing where you will go to work. In fact, I will be the one to take you to work to see the company myself," Cruz declared, and I laughed.
"Alright. By Monday," I agreed. But Maddison quickly questioned, "Babe, don't tell me you believe Eva. She's just lying to make it look like she got a job at Owen's Group. Ethan's fiancée, Freya Dallas, is my best friend. Let me call her to ask if Owen Group is hiring a new secretary."
The color drained from my face as I heard Maddison mention Ethan's fiancée. Wait a minute—so Ethan was engaged, and he shamelessly slept with me. Oh no! I felt uneasy, knowing I had slept with another woman's fiancé. Yet, he was shamelessly asking me to be his woman.
My fascination with Ethan faded as I watched Maddison pull out her phone from her pocket and dial a contact. A feminine voice responded happily, "Hello, Maddi?"
"Hi, Freya. I want to ask you a quick question," Maddison said, her tone urgent as her eyes locked with mine coldly.
"Yes, what is it?" Freya asked nervously, not knowing what Maddison wanted to ask.
"It's about your fiancé, Ethan Owen," Maddison said, and my legs trembled as I became weak, a wave of guilt washing over me. Before I could lose my balance, Cruz caught me, despite carrying his son on one arm.
"Are you alright?" he whispered into my ear, and I nodded and moved away from him. I was perspiring. Beads of sweat marred my forehead as I heard Maddison ask aloud, ensuring to put her phone on loudspeaker.
"Freya, is Owen's Group hiring any secretary? My husband's sister, who shamelessly broke off with her ex, mentioned that your fiancé is hiring a new secretary," Maddison asked, a sinister smirk curling up her lips.
Freya replied, "I don't know if Ethan is hiring a new secretary. He doesn't let me work for him, so I don't know. But if she is hired to work there, good luck to her. I heard that Ethan doesn't fail to fire his secretary every month end. Since we were engaged, I think he has fired no less than fifty secretaries."
"What?" Maddison gasped, and even I looked stunned.
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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.