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 4
Serena Vale
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By the time the sun went down, every trace of the life I'd been building with Douglas was gone.
Well, almost gone. I was still packing up my things to move them into Lila's place. Douglas and I had gotten this house together. It was mine as much as it was his but I couldn't live there anymore, not when every single corner reminded me of him. I would deal with the legalities of that later.
When I called the florist to let her know the wedding was off, she was confused. She had just delivered fresh flowers in the morning and was meant to deliver some more the next morning. The wedding planner was more than shocked. She revealed we were one of the sweetest couples she had met. Well, I used to think the same too.
Half of the calls I got were laced with fake sympathy. The other half were just hungry for gossip. The only people who cared about how I actually felt were my parents and cousins.
Douglas' family bombarded my phone with calls but I didn't respond to any of them. I couldn't.
I had to turn off my phone while I focused on taking everything of mine out of that house. Thankfully, Lila had a penthouse big enough to accommodate me and my things. I wasn't in the mood to pack this much to a hotel and she was barely at home anyway.
That night, I didn't sleep. I just sat by the window, watching the city lights through my tears until dawn came.
By the next morning, people were visiting me at Lila's penthouse. My friends came over, my parents, siblings, and cousins all wanted to comfort me. It was suffocating.
Douglas was calling me, leaving several text messages, telling me not to fuck this up. The rehearsal dinner had been canceled and people had texted him to know what was wrong, but he still wanted me to show up for the wedding. It was nauseating.
Amidst all the comforting words people kept throwing at me, I came to a decision. Douglas and I were supposed to leave for our honeymoon around seven in the evening. I had booked it as he was okay with anything. I couldn't sit there and watch everyone pity me because of Douglas' infidelity, so I packed a new suitcase.
"Where are you going?" Lila asked, standing by the doorway of my temporary room. My parents had just left when they realized I needed space from everyone.
"Liora Bay," I answered as I zipped up the suitcase. "For my honeymoon."
Lila blinked. "Your honeymoon?"
"I've been looking forward to going there. I won't let a man ruin that for me."
Lila bit down on her lip as though she had something to say, but was holding back.
The tickets were non-refundable. The villa had been paid for. I didn't think I'd have another chance to visit the island anytime soon, not with my upcoming job.
A lot of money had been wasted already with all the things I canceled. I couldn't let this one waste too. The island was supposed to be our honeymoon. Now, it would just be mine.
That evening, Lila helped me load my luggage into the car anyway. I was in a pair of sweats and oversized glasses, my hair pulled into a bun. I barely ever looked like this outside, but I just didn't have the energy to put effort into my looks at the moment.
"Text me when you land," she said. "And please don't make out with a mysterious stranger on the beach."
A soft laugh escaped me, the first real sign of happiness since I saw that picture. "I'll try not to."
"Good. Because heartbreak rebounds only work in the movies."
I smiled at her. The truth was that I didn't even think I was capable of attraction anymore. I'd just broken things off with Douglas twenty-four hours ago. I didn't have it in me to accommodate another man.
The drive to the airport was quiet. The sun was beginning to set and the skylines were tall and glittering, not caring that my world had just fallen apart.
At the check-in, the agent smiled politely. "I'm sorry, Ms Vale, but your flight has been delayed."
"What?" Was everything against me or what? "For how long?"
"I'm not sure yet. There's a maintenance issue. You'll need to wait until we announce and update."
Of course. The universe was adding salt to my injury.
I rolled my suitcase towards a seat and slumped down on it. I wasn't even surprised anymore. It just wasn't my year apparently.
That was when I noticed him.
A man was seated a few rows ahead, impossible not to notice. He had dark brown hair with dirty blonde tips. He leaned back with the kind is confidence that came from wealth and danger, or maybe both.
His suit was tailored to perfection. His watch gleamed softly under the airport lights. As if he could feel my gaze on him, he looked up.
He smiled faintly, holding my gaze for a few seconds too long before he went back to staring at his phone. I felt my stomach flip involuntarily, a reaction I scolded myself for.
'Not now, Serena.'
After nearly an hour of waiting, the announcement finally came through the speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, flight 233 to Liora Bay has been canceled due to technical complications. Please approach the service desk for rebooking or refunds."
Canceled. Not delayed.
I pressed my lips together. "Perfect."
I'd already told all my friends that I was going to Liora Bay alone. I'd told them I needed space from everyone and everything yet it seemed like the world didn't want me to enjoy a moment of peace. If I hadn't canceled my wedding, would my honeymoon flight have been canceled too?
"Seems we're heading to the same destination."
Irritated, I turned my head, ready to dismiss whoever was trying to strike up a conversation built on my misfortune. I froze when I saw that the man from earlier was now sitting next to me.
Up close, he was even more dangerous. More dangerous in the sense that he was too beautiful. His jaw was too sharp. His eyes were too dark. His gaze was too inviting. There was a small scar near his eyebrow, faint but noticeable. It was almost like it was a flaw put there on purpose to humanize his perfection.
Yes, he was that handsome.
"Liora Bay?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
"Yeah," he smiled. "The name is Ralph."
I hesitated for a moment before shaking it. "Serena."
His grip was firm and warm and he held my hand a second too long. "We're flying private and since we're heading in the same direction, you're welcome to join."
"We?"
"My..." he paused for a second as if he was finding the right words, "-friend is already in the jet. He hates delays."
I blinked in surprise. "You're offering me a seat on your private jet?"
"Unless you'd rather go back home or wait to book with a different airline." He shrugged. "Your call, sweetheart."
I glanced between him and the number of people disappointed that their flight had been canceled. Every rational part of me screamed stranger danger. But rationality had never gotten me anywhere. I rationalized my ex-fiancé's actions so much until it bit me in the ass.
Lila had warned me about making out with a mysterious man on the beach, but she never said anything about following one into his private jet.
"I don't usually accept offers from strangers..." I trailed off.
"Good, that means you're smart," Ralph replied, a tinge of an accent in his voice.
"Then why offer?"
"Because you look like you could use a change of scenery."
It was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. And yet, a few minutes later, I found myself walking beside him across the private terminal, my suitcase rolling behind him.
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7.8
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.