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 6
Serena Vale
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When Ralph finally pulled away, I was breathless.
Ralph ran his thumb over his lip like he couldn't believe he just kissed me. "Sorry if I caught you off guard." His apology was halfhearted. He was looking at me like he didn't mind that he caught me off guard. He was looking at me like he wanted to do it again.
Before I could respond, Nik spoke. "It doesn't look like she minded."
My entire face was red at his words because they were true. I didn't mind. I didn't mind that I'd broken up with my fiancé just yesterday. I didn't mind that I was on a jet with two hot strangers. I didn't mind that I just kissed one of them. I just wanted to let go for once. Besides, it wasn't like I was going to run into them after this. The island wasn't small. We could very well not run into each other for the rest of our trip.
"Don't listen to him," Ralph said, glaring at his friend.
"I didn't mind," I admitted quietly.
Ralph and Nik both stared at me like they couldn't believe I actually admitted that. Their combined gazes were heavy, making me hotter and more bothered than Ralph's kiss did.
These men were trouble. I knew it from the moment I entered the plane, but trouble had never been so exciting.
"You needed a distraction, didn't you?" Ralph asked as if he was trying to justify my reason for kissing him back.
I laughed, able to breathe easier. "That's an understatement of the century."
"Yeah?" Nik leaned forward, seemingly interested in my words. "Then let us distract you."
Us.
For a moment, the air shifted. Something unspoken passed between the three of us, something dangerous and reckless. I'd never kissed two men in the same night and definitely not in the same place but the bold reckless part of me wasn't thinking rationally this night, not after being betrayed by my ex and being in an enclosed space with two hot men. "How do you intend to do that?"
Nik and Ralph shared a glance at my question before Nik outstretched his hand to me.
Unsure of what he wanted to do, I took his hand hesitantly.
I squealed in surprise when he suddenly pulled me out of my seat and straight onto his lap. I didn't even get the opportunity to say anything before he covered his mouth with mine.
Unlike Ralph, Nik's kiss was rougher. He nipped at my lip. When I gasped, his tongue slid in smoothly, exploring my mouth with the precision of a man who was confident in everything he did.
I didn't even know he was interested in me at first! It was easy to guess with Ralph. He only invited me into his jet because he was interested but with the hard unreadable gazes Nik had been giving me since I got in, I never would have thought I would end up on his lap.
Despite myself, I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Nik groaned into my mouth and the sound sent shockwaves down my core.
When Nik finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. I was panting and unable to catch my breath. Shame lingered in the back of my mind but I still leaned in for another kiss.
"Whoa, okay," I heard Ralph speak beside me, causing me to pull away, red dusting my cheeks. "You weren't this enthusiastic with me." He complained."
"I was..." I said in between pants. "–adjusting."
"Now that you're done adjusting, a redo would be nice."
Leaning forward, I met Ralph in another kiss. This one was less hesitant than the last. He grabbed my throat, angling my head so he could kiss me better while I was still on Nik's lap. While kissing him, I didn't fail to remember how crazy all this was.
Nik's fingers found the hem of my shirt. For a second, I thought he was going to take it off but he merely inched his fingers underneath and rubbed steady circles on my skin. His touch was electric. In addition to Ralph's wet mouth, I was certain I was wetter than I'd ever been.
As Ralph continued to kiss me, Nik placed an open-mouthed kiss on my neck. I recoiled, the contact intense, but there was nowhere to go.
Seeing as I was starting to get overwhelmed, both men pulled back, giving me space to breathe.
"Do you know how badly I want to take you right here?" Nik's voice was husky as he spoke.
"What's stopping you?" The words left my mouth before I could stop them.
Nik chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Because you're at a disadvantage here."
"What?"
"You're on a plane with two strangers. I don't want you to feel coerced."
I wouldn't feel coerced but I understood where he was coming from so I didn't push it. Instead, I left Nik's lap and went back to my seat, trying to pretend I wasn't heavily affected by everything we just did, like I wasn't breathless and trembling.
"How about you join us for the weekend?" Ralph asked instead.
"W-what?"
"Join us," he repeated, more steadily this time. "We can make this weekend worth your while. No camera, no exes. Just peace."
I looked between the two men. They were serious about this. "That wouldn't be appropriate..."
"Why wouldn't it be?" His eyebrows furrowed. "There'll be no rules, no expectations. Just forget everything for a few days."
A weekend fling with both of them. That was what he was asking. This was crazy. I barely knew them. I didn't know their last names nor did they know mine. But then again, that was the thrill of it.
I never would have thought my honeymoon trip would turn into a weekend fling. Truly, no one could predict the future.
"We'll be landing soon," Nik spoke.
Sensing my hesitation, Ralph brought out a card from his pocket and handed it over to me. It just had his name and his number. "Just think about it and call us when you reach a decision."
I nodded, putting the card in my bag.
"Do you need us to drive you to your resort?"
I shook my head. "It's fine. I can get there myself." I assured him, but I knew that it was only because sharing an even smaller vehicle with them would make me make more bad decisions.
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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.