Fucked Raw by my School's Billionaire Owner
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He laid me on the sheets, climbed over me, caged me with his arms. "Last chance to run," he said, voice low."I need the money," I whispered, feeling so tiny in his arms."You're soaking," he muttered. "Virgin or not, your pussy wants this."I moaned, looking away, couldn't help it,"Eyes on me, sweetheart," he pushed his tip in slowly."Fuck," he groaned. "So tight."He fucked me like he was claiming something. "Come for me," he whispered in my ears, moving faster."Damien," I cried out his name as I came."That's it," he growled. After a long minute he pulled out slowly. "One night," he said again, almost like a reminder....weeks later, I walked through the quiet hall of my school. A massive portrait stared back at me.Damien BlackwoodPrincipal Benefactor and OwnerColumbia University.Same man who'd just taken my virginity for money. My stomach dropped. "Oh fuck... what have I done?"
Fucked Raw by my School's Billionaire Owner Chapter 1
How did it all start? Oh, yes. It started with the abuse from my father, Victor. "Why are you always reading and going to school Elena, but seem to never have money to meet up with rent or when I need to smoke" he would scream at me. I had gotten used to his abuse after my mom's death when I was 5, he had taken up the habit of being an alcoholic, and now I was 19 years old facing his daily abuse and harsh words.
Even with how he behaved I still tried my best to take care of both of us, working side shift at a diner and still trying to study to become a lawyer under a fully funded scholarship in one of the best schools, I was in my final year, and couldn't wait to be successful.
"Elena, I need some cash for some important things," my father said with a commanding tone.
"I don't have anything to give you papa, the money with me is for our rent, I can't let you use it for drinks and smokes," I said firmly. And just like that that I triggered the harsh words again.
"You are useless. With such curves and a beautiful body like yours, you could get us out of this poor life, but you waste it," he screamed, walking out on me. At this point the insults didn't hurt anymore, I picked up my bag to head to school and was met with my second abusers, my neighbors.
"You are just wasting your time, you would soon end up like your father, the only good thing he had in his life was your mother," my neighbor blurted out. I sighed, looked at her, wondering how good it would feel when I prove them wrong.
As I got to school I was met with my final abusers, the cherry on the cake, my classmates.
"See how cheap she's dressed, how did she even end up in such an expensive school," a girl whispered to her friends as I walked passed her, almost like she wanted me to hear what she said and just like other days I didn't care, I mean what do they want to say that my own father hadn't screamed at me.
In class I sat alone, no friends, no one wanted to interact with the poor girl, at the beginning when I got here it was sad but now I couldn't give two fucks.
After a long day at school, I still needed to get to my shift at the diner but one of the mean girls in my class felt today was her day. "With how you dress I can't just imagine where you live," she mocked me.
I smirked. "No, you can't because unlike you, I don't have some rich papa tending to all my needs, especially the unnecessary ones," I retorted. She kept mute looking for a perfect comeback but I was not willing to stand around to hear what I already know, so I left.
Things were easier at the diner. No abuse or harsh words just everyone minding their business.
"Elena I would cover your shift, you should be home reading for your exams," Sofia said smiling. She's my co worker and a nice person, sometimes we have small talks but would always end short, it was a safe space.
"You don't have to," I said feeling tense.
"Yes I don't, but I can and I definitely take you as my little sister, so just leave this to me," she said collecting the uniform back from me.
"Thanks," I said smiling. At least one person still had my best interest at heart.
Going home was a 40 minute walk from the diner. I took my time walking home thinking of how life has been treating me badly.
"Elena, I thought you had evening shift," Marcus yelled trying to catch up with me.
"I do, but Sofia offered to cover it because of my exams," I explained. Marcus was my childhood best friend, well I didn't know if we were friends anymore because he looked at me weirdly these days, especially after joining some bad gang in the neighborhood.
"Should i walk you home?" He asked giving me that same perverted look.
"No you don't need to," I said walking a bit faster than him.
"Okay, I will see you later," he said waving a good bye. I nodded avoiding eye contact with him.
I got home tired but still had to read, I did not want to waste the opportunity of letting Sofia covet my shift. And luck was on my side, because my dad was not around to complain and yell as usual, I could finally study in peace.
I decided to do some chores before studying because the rodents kept chewing on the boards and the leaking roof just made everything worse.
I complained to the landlord and instead he mocked me saying I don't pay enough to get to complain for anything and I had no useful items for the rodents anyways.
I kept quiet on the matter because I didn't want any issues with anyone in this neighborhood and no one was going to support me anyways, so why try.
After cleaning up the board pieces, I went to my room, preparing to study when I heard a knock on the door. I sighed, reluctantly going to open it to see my drunk father, I rolled my eyes, there goes my studying time.
"Why... why did you take so much... much time to open up?" he struggled to put words together. I ignored his question and helped him inside.
"Papa aren't you tired of this habit, do you want to live like this forever?" I asked fed up by his behavior.
"How dare you..." he did not get to finish his statement when he collapsed on the floor.
"Papa," I rushed to him panicking but he wasn't moving.
"Fuck," I screamed out of frustration.
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Fucked Raw by my School's Billionaire Owner of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.2
Ten years as childhood friends and three as husband and wife ended in her husband's betrayal, and her brothers' indifference. Diagnosed with mid-stage stomach cancer, Roselyn saw the truth of her life.
She walked away from everything, rising from an overlooked office worker to a leading figure in the tech world.
She outplayed her husband into signing divorce papers. When they met again, he begged, "I was wrong... take me back. I'd give you my stomach if I could."
Her once arrogant brothers pleaded too, but she felt nothing. After all, love that arrived too late meant nothing to her now-she simply didn't care anymore.
As they stood desperate, a man stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms. "Why waste time on them? Look at me instead."
8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
7.4
Briony was devastated when her boyfriend proposed to her best friend in front of her. Not only was she betrayed, but she was also publicly humiliated.
Five years later, she became popular after writing her heartbreaking love story into a novel. Her ex-boyfriend was offended. When he condemned her, she swore she would have nothing to do with him anymore.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Briony accidentally hit a child with her car, who turned out to be the son of Alexander, her ex-boyfriend! As punishment, she was forced to be his nanny until his cast arm healed.
What would happen next? Could she endure the torture from the ex who secretly still wanted her?
9.1
June woke up transmigrated into the body of a ruthless billionaire's toxic, disposable wife.
Before she could even process the massive Beverly Hills mansion, a cold system voice announced she had exactly five minutes of lifespan remaining.
To survive, she was forced to bind with the system and strictly maintain the original owner's "brainless, abusive drama queen" persona to earn hours to live.
She was forced to violently slap hot coffee out of a terrified maid's hands and physically spank her manipulative five-year-old stepson.
When she tried to escape this nightmare by throwing divorce papers at her terrifying husband, Isaac Walton, he simply ripped them to shreds.
Every time she tried to be reasonable or show a hint of kindness, the system tortured her with agonizing cardiac pain, cementing her status as the most hated monster in the family.
The most absurd part happened when she threw a hysterical, system-mandated tantrum over a gossip magazine, and Isaac's icy demeanor suddenly melted.
He gently touched her hair, offering the one thing she desperately needed.
"Stop crying. I'll handle it."
Just as a spark of hope ignited in her chest, the system's critical death warning exploded in her skull: accepting his sympathy would instantly deduct thirty days of her life.
To stay alive, June had no choice but to violently slap away the only hand reaching out to save her, forcing herself to play the greedy villain while her husband's gaze turned dangerously dark.
7.4
I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez.
On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight.
But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next.
Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup.
He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet.
Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated.
For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe.
Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow.
"Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago."
My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder.
Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre.
I thought the fire was the end.
But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter.
I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began.
This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.
9.0
Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress.
Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door.
Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest.
"Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises."
The original owner had left her an absolute mess.
Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings.
If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days.
Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic.
Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies?
She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim.
Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest.
"I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm.
She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed.
