Claimed by the Obsessive Billionaires
Two days before her wedding, Serena Vale thinks she has everything. Love. Stability. A new job. A perfect future. That is until she finds out her fiancé has been cheating on her and is unapologetic about it.
Broken-hearted, she leaves alone for what was supposed to be their honeymoon where she runs into two powerful billionaires.
Rafael and Nikolai are supposed to be rivals, but little does the world know that they share a lot of interests, including the same woman.
They both want her. They both claim her. And neither of them wants to let her go.
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Chapter 3
Serena Vale
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The video had ended long ago, but the awful intimate sound of him and the woman kept replaying in my head.
As we returned to the living room, everyone was silent. My friends were staring at me like I was a ticking time bomb but I was just trying to make sense of everything. I couldn't even cry. I was feeling so many things at once that I tried to regulate my emotions.
Logically, it wasn't possible that Douglas would cheat on me. He always called me the most beautiful woman. He said I was the best partner he'd ever had. He even wished he had met me earlier.
But the video was clear as day. It was filmed at an angle that I was certain he didn't know he was being filmed. I was tempted to text the person who sent the video but I didn't want to break my heart even further. I needed to confront Douglas. I needed to confront him as soon as possible.
Just as I picked up my phone to call him, the door opened and the man in question stepped in.
His regular lazy smile was on his lips as he saw the state of the house. "You decided to change the flowers last minute, didn't you?"
For a moment, I just stared at him, wondering how my lovely fiancé could do something so evil to me.
His eyes darted from me to Noelle to Tessa, eyebrows furrowing when we all stayed silent. "Is something wrong with the preparation?"
I glanced at Noelle and Tessa and they both nodded at me before packing up and leaving silently. Douglas looked behind them as they disappeared through the door. "Babe, is everything okay?" He rushed forward, attempting to hold my arms.
I pulled away. "Did you cheat on me, Douglas?" I didn't have the time to beat around the bush. My wedding was tomorrow. I needed to know whether or not it was going to go through.
His face registered his shock at my question, then as if he had practiced it a million times, he laughed. "What are you talking about, baby? Why would I cheat on you?" He looked so honest that I started to doubt if the video was real. "You're literally the love of my life."
I closed my eyes briefly. This was so hard to do as Douglas had never given me a reason to doubt him. But I needed to clear things up. I picked up my phone, played the video, and handed it over to him. "Isn't this you, Douglas?"
His jaw ticked. "Who sent this to you?"
"Is that you or not!?" I yelled.
His face was clear and his voice was unmistakable. He couldn't deny it. "It's me but–"
"But what?" I interrupted. "This is obviously recent. Your tattoo is right there. Even your hairstyle is the one you started cutting earlier this year. What the fuck, Douglas?"
"Look, Rena," he tried to hold me again. I didn't let him. Who knew how many women he had touched with that slimy hand of his? "The wedding is tomorrow. Let's not do this now, okay?"
I blinked. "What?"
He moved closer. "You've spent months planning everything. People have flown in from several cities just for our wedding. If this gets out, we'll both look stupid. We'll handle it privately. For now, let's just go through with it."
My mouth fell open at his audacity. Something inside me broke then. If I hadn't caught him red-handed, would he have lied to me forever? Did he even care about me? Did he intend to continue cheating after we got married too?
"Go through with it?" I asked in disbelief. "You cheated on me, Douglas!"
"It was a mistake, Serena! It meant nothing."
I stared at him, unable to recognize the man in front of me. He wanted me to dismiss his cheating like it was nothing. He wasn't even apologetic. He just wanted to save face. How the hell did I not see the signs?
"Serena, please. You love me. We can fix this. Tomorrow, we'll say our vows. We'll pretend this didn't happen. No one else has to know."
Pretend it never happened.
I took a deep breath, the tears finally rolling down my cheeks. "Get out, Douglas."
"Serena–"
"I said get out!"
The silence that followed was deafening. Realizing he couldn't argue about that right now, he sighed and turned around, leaving the same way he came.
As soon as he left, I fell to the ground and broke down in tears. Tessa and Noelle rushed in. They hadn't left after all.
Tessa knelt beside me, her voice gentle. "You did the right thing."
Noelle placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're not marrying a man who cheats and expects applause for it."
I tried to nod but the tears wouldn't stop rolling. They wouldn't get it, not fully anyway. I thought I had found the love of my life. I'd imagine our life together, our future. I thought we were going to be together forever but it turned out I didn't even know the man I was supposed to be marrying.
Everything I knew was crumbling right before my eyes. How the hell was I supposed to move on from this?
When Lila finally arrived, she was surprised to see us all on the floor. Noelle filled her in and she was about to go out and look for Douglas if Noelle didn't stop her.
"That bastard," she seethed. "If he wanted to fuck everything that walks, he could have just stayed single."
Her words had me crying harder. He was supposed to be my Douglas, not every woman's man. As if I wasn't in enough pain already, another text came through.
Through my blurry eyes, I checked it. It was the unknown number.
[In case he tries to gaslight you into thinking it's nothing, just know that this has been going on for two years. He visited my place last night.]
Without thinking, I threw my phone against the wall.
My chest tightened so hard I thought I wouldn't be able to breathe. "Cancel it. Cancel everything." I couldn't even recognize my own voice as I spoke.
Tomorrow was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Now, I just wanted to erase it from existence.
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Elie Joyce’s entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands.
But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator.
"You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift."
Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round.
When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes.
And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy.
"She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her."
Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die.
Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered.
She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive.
Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash?
But she didn't break.
Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife.
With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows.
She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey.
8.1
Sophia Bennett never expected to cross paths with Alexander Sterling again-not after the masked charity ball where a stranger in black claimed her body and soul for one unforgettable night. She walked away with no names, no regrets... and a secret that would bind them forever.
Now, four months later, Sophie is drowning in debt and grief when the same man-cold, commanding billionaire CEO Alexander Sterling-blackmails her into becoming his fake fiancée. The deal is simple: play the perfect partner to secure a fifty-billion-dollar merger, and walk away with enough money to start over. No strings. No feelings.
But the chemistry that once burned behind masks refuses to stay hidden. Late-night arguments turn into stolen kisses. Forced red-carpet appearances become dangerously real. And every time Alexander's hand lingers on her waist, Sophie fights the truth screaming inside her: the baby growing beneath her heart is his.
When a collapse at work lands her in the hospital, the doctor's words shatter the fragile illusion-"You're four months pregnant." Alexander hears. He calculates. He assumes the worst.
"You let me believe this was real," he snarls, voice like ice. "While you carried another man's child."
Fired. Humiliated. Cast out with nothing but the clothes on her back.
Sophie doesn't chase him. Doesn't beg. Doesn't tell him the baby is his.
Because if the man who once held her like she was everything can discard her so easily, he doesn't deserve the truth.
But fate has other plans.
As Alexander spirals in regret, haunted by memories of a masked woman who felt like destiny, he begins to question everything he thought he knew. The merger closes. The empire stands. Yet the silence from the woman he wronged grows louder than any boardroom battle.
Some destinies are entwined too tightly to break.
And when the truth finally crashes through the walls they've built, it will either destroy them both... or bind them forever.
A steamy, angsty billionaire romance full of enemies-to-lovers fire, a secret baby, cruel misunderstandings, possessive obsession, and the ultimate grovel redemption. Perfect for fans of twisted vows, forced proximity, and second-chance heartbreak.
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.
7.2
I sat in the freezing conference room, my knuckles white as I strangled a cheap plastic pen. Outside, Manhattan was weeping in the gray rain, but inside, the air was sterile and dead. I stared at the polished mahogany table, seeing the distorted reflection of a man who hadn't slept in forty-eight hours—a man about to sign his own divorce papers.
Across from me, my wife Linda wouldn't even look at me. She was too busy drumming her fingers near a diamond ring that cost more than I had made in the last five years combined. Then the door swung open, and Simon Thorne walked in. The billionaire heir didn't say a word; he just walked behind Linda and placed a heavy, possessive hand on her shoulder, marking her as his.
"Let's wrap this up," Simon said, checking his Patek Philippe with the bored tone of a man ordering a coffee he didn't want. Linda finally looked through me like I was a ghost and told me to stop dragging this out. She whispered that I couldn't even afford myself anymore, a physical punch to the gut given I’d lost my job three weeks ago. After I signed, Simon flicked a business card at me, mockingly offering me a job as a doorman for minimum wage.
I walked out into the downpour, shivering in a suit I couldn't afford to dry clean. My phone vibrated with a text from my landlord: "Pack your things. Keys by tonight or I’m calling the cops." I stood on the corner of 5th Avenue with exactly $42.18 to my name, watching Simon kiss my wife through the glass wall of the penthouse. I was thirty, homeless, and drowning in a city of lions.
I wanted to roar until my throat bled, but I just stood there, a drowned rat in a world of predators. How could I have lost everything so fast? Why was the woman who promised to stay through "for poorer" now leaning into the arms of the man who just humiliated me?
Suddenly, my phone screen exploded with a blinding golden light. An app called the Midas Protocol installed itself, declaring poverty a disease and itself the cure. With one tap, a million dollars bypassed a federal hold and hit my account, and a "Nemesis Card" appeared in my digital inventory. I didn't hesitate. I typed Simon Thorne’s name into the vengeance algorithm and hit execute. The game had officially changed.
8.6
"We both know this match is not our will. For that reason, I'm offering you a contract."
My eyes widened in shock at Harrison's words-an open proposal from a man I had only met for the first time.
What the average family could never pull off happened effortlessly among the right people.
I scanned through the printed agreement in my hands.
No interference in each other's personal lives
Absolute confidentiality of the marriage contract, agreed upon by both parties
The marriage shall last a minimum of two years. If separation is still difficult to implement after that period, the contract may be extended until circumstances permit otherwise
Some of the clauses were... interesting.
A contract like this wasn't natural for a couple about to get married. But strangely, it made me feel more prepared than blindly stepping into the unknown as a member of the Marcus family.
"I deliberately left the last page blank," Harrison said calmly, tapping the paper with his finger. "Please write your conditions."
His assistant smoothly placed a ballpoint pen into my hand.
I didn't hesitate.
Respect both families as one
No physical contact
Separate bedrooms
I've always preferred being alone. I've never had a boyfriend-and I never cared to.
Unfortunately, my sister did.
She was in love, yet she had been betrothed to a billionaire's son she was now being forced to marry.
I pitied her.
So I made a decision that changed everything.
I replaced her.
Harrison Marcus, the billionaire's son, didn't want to marry a stranger either. So he proposed a contract-to me.
Helping my sister.
A marriage without love.
A deal that would end in divorce.
Or so we thought.
Two years later, we planned to file for divorce and walk away like strangers.
But contracts don't account for feelings...
and neither did we.
9.7
Amara Blackwell only wanted to survive.
She had lived her whole life in shadows an unwanted servant, bullied, beaten, and ignored.
She had learned one truth: the world didn't care for the weak.
She never meant to cross into the Sunfang Clan's border... but hunger doesn't care about territory lines.
Captured as a trespasser, thrown into the dungeon, treated as nothing more than a filthy outsider.
Amara becomes the clan's newest servant, sentenced to repay her "crime" through labor.
Invisible. Powerless. Unwanted.
Until jealousy paints a target on her back.
Framed for an offense punishable by death, Amara is dragged before the court - bruised, terrified, and surrounded by wolves who want her gone.
The crowd demands blood.
The elders demand punishment.
And she waits for the blade.
Then the Alpha King arrives.
Kael Duskbane
Cold. Feared. Unbreakable.
He steps forward to judge her... and the moment his eyes land on her, something ancient and forbidden stirs inside him.
A scent.
A pull.
A truth he should never have felt.
His wolf whispers one word that changes everything:
Mate.
The girl kneeling in the dirt
the servant, the trespasser, the nobody is the one woman his kingdom will never accept.
The one woman whose hidden bloodline could set the entire empire on fire.
And the one woman every enemy wants dead...
And the one Kael Duskbane will defy fate, tradition, and every rival clan to protect.