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 5
Serena Vale
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The jet was the definition of expensive. The cream and gold leather seats didn't look tacky. It looked like something out of a movie. Even the air smelled expensive.
Ralph stepped in first and extended his hand to me. I took it without hesitation, letting him pull me up the steps.
My eyes immediately zeroed in on the man sitting by the window. He looked up when he entered and blinked as if he was surprised to see me. He didn't say anything, he just stared at Ralph.
"This is Nik, N-I-K, Nik." Ralph spelled out, answering the unspoken question. "The friend I told you about."
"We're not friends." Nik quickly denied. His voice was deeper than Ralph's, and somehow, the way he spoke made him sound more serious than Ralph had.
However, Ralph wasn't bothered. "Don't mind him. We are. Nik, this is Serena. Her flight got canceled."
He raised a brow as if asking what that had to do with him.
"She's going in our direction. I decided to invite her."
Nik nodded once. His expression didn't give much away. I couldn't tell whether or not he was annoyed with my presence. Had I intruded on his private time? Did he not want me in their jet?
"Nice to meet you," I said, trying to sound composed. Inside, I was nervous as hell. I hadn't thought much about it when I decided to climb into a private jet with two strange men but now that they were both standing before me, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with their presence.
I was more than tempted to leave, but what was life without a few risks? I was tired of living so carefully. I was tired of living according to a particular plan. What was the worst thing that could happen anyway?
"You're scaring her, Nik." Ralph chuckled. "He might look like he does, but I promise, he doesn't bite. Also, if you don't feel comfortable with both of us, we're not going to force you to stay."
Could he read my mind?
I looked from Ralph to Nik, who seemed like he was also waiting for my response. Both gazes pinned on me had me flustered. "I'm not uncomfortable. I just didn't expect my night to end like this."
"In a good or bad way?"
I shrugged and Ralph nodded, guiding me to one of the seats. Ralph took the seat opposite me and Nik, who had claimed he wasn't friends with Ralph, sat next to him anyway.
My stomach twisted as the jet began to move. I was really doing this. I was flying with two strangers. I didn't know whether to blame it on my heartbreak or my lack of security consciousness, but I couldn't ask them to stop the jet halfway anymore.
Once they told us we could move around, the air hostess that I hadn't seen when I got on the jet poured us some champagne. Ralph handed me a glass. "So why are you going to Liora Bay?"
"My honeymoon," I answered bluntly, taking a sip of the champagne. It tasted better than any wine I'd ever taken before.
Ralph's mouth fell open. "What? Are you meeting your husband there or something?"
I laughed, but it lacked humor. "I didn't marry him. The wedding got called off."
"Don't tell me he cheated." My silence was enough of an answer for him. He shook his head. "Men are jerks." I arched an eyebrow at him. "I'm not an exception."
As Ralph and I conversed, Nik merely watched. I ended up telling him everything that had transpired in the past week. I didn't know if it was the alcohol or the thrill of the situation I was currently in, but it was easy to talk to him. Then again, it was always easier to talk to strangers.
By the time I was done with my story, he was both sympathetic and annoyed on my behalf. He poured me a new glass of champagne. "You need this more than I do."
I took it with a laugh. "You might be right."
When Nik finally spoke, his voice was low. "You're handling it better than most people would."
I looked over at him. It was the first time he was speaking directly to me. It was the second time I was hearing him speak. "You think so?"
"You're on a jet, heading to somewhere new, instead of crying in bed over someone who doesn't deserve it. That's something."
I smiled faintly. "I've done my fair share of crying."
"Before your trip is over, you'll feel better. I'll make sure of it." The words slid out of Ralph's lips casually as he leaned back in his seat.
The promise hung in the air, heavy and loaded. What did he mean by that?
I stared at him for a while. His tie was loosened now, his collar open. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes.
Somewhere between another glass of wine and another laugh, my chest started to feel heavier. Maybe Ralph was right. Maybe this trip was what I needed to feel better.
When Ralph's fingers traced a strand of hair from my cheek, I didn't pull away.
"You shouldn't feel so sad," he murmured.
"My wedding was supposed to happen today," my voice came out dry and sarcastic. "I haven't gotten used to not being with him," I admitted. Ralph was a stranger yet he was the first person I was telling this to. I was used to Douglas being in my life. I didn't think a day would come when I wouldn't want to see him anymore for the rest of my life.
"Then let me help you forget about him."
Ralph leaned forward, his movement slow and deliberate, like he was waiting for me to stop him. I didn't. Lila didn't tell me not to make out with a man in his private jet.
I wasn't chasing pleasure. I just wanted to feel something that didn't hurt.
In the next second, his mouth was on mine. The kiss was soft at first, testing me. Then it became deeper. His hand cradled my neck, his tongue slipping inside my mouth, the taste of champagne filling my senses.
Somewhere in the corner of my vision, Nik watched us. He didn't seem shocked. He didn't even seem to be judging. He was just watching.
I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I didn't have it in me to be attracted to a new man. I wasn't even over Douglas but as they said, you had to get under someone to get over someone.
And maybe, somewhere in the back of my mind, I already knew what I was getting into when I decided to follow him in.
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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.