Her Price, His Obsession (Erotic Billionaire/Dark Romance)
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"Suck my c^ck, Rosabella. That's all you're good at. A hopeless orphan can only dream of luxury. Keep your filthy mouth out of my affair...use it only to make me cum."
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Bella Hale has known suffering her entire life. Orphaned at sixteen, she survives on scraps and desperation. She does whatever it takes not to starve with only little dignity intact.
She envies the rich-people who seem immune to hardship and pain. Yet she promised herself that if she ever got her hands on one of them, she would never let go. She was done suffering.
Lucian Rodriguez is everything she should despise.
A cold, selfish, ruthless billionaire with little conscience and no mercy...
a man who knows how to smile for the world while keeping his darkness well hidden.
Their worlds collide when Lucian's four-month-old daughter goes missing... and Bella finds her.
Lucian offers no gratitude...and Bella refuses to let the opportunity slip. She demands compensation. Not just money, but security. A lifetime guarantee that she will never be poor again. In return, she will do whatever he wants. Her body. Her life. He can have it all.
Bella is taken into his world-strictly as a deal.
What she doesn't realize is that when you make a deal with the devil, you should never expect it to be fair.
And she will learn too late that being poor was far better than belonging to Lucian Rodriguez.
A deal turns into obsession.
Survival into desire.
Desire into Hate.
Hate into Love.
That love and commitment becomes the biggest and worst mistake.
Will Bella's desperate deal destroy her?
Or Will she become Lucian's destruction?
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Chapter 3
Bella rose quickly, running after him like a fierce mother hen protecting her chick.
"Stop!" she screamed.
Suddenly, a police siren wailed nearby.
The man dropped the child and fled, terrified of getting caught.
Bella caught up immediately and scooped up the crying girl, her eyes stinging with pain.
"Stupid man... you could've killed her," she muttered looking in the direction he had ran to.
"Shhh... shhh, it's okay," she tried to calm her down but it was failing, the baby was too scared.
Bella stared closely at the girl now, her eyes widened in recognition
"She's the baby I saw at the restaurant..."
Bella walked around in search of her parents, but they were nowhere in sight.
The crying was hurting her heart, she couldn't just leave the child there. Her apartment too wasn't fit for a baby, and the train ride would take over an hour-but she had no choice. She had to get her home.
Her plans for sleeping on the streets were now postponed; survival had a new, urgent priority.
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(BELLA'S APARTMENT)
Bella opened the door and pushed the stroller inside, then scooped the baby into her arms. The crying was so intense that Bella feared she might lose her breath or even pass out.
"Shh... shh, baby, don't cry. I'll find your parents," she whispered, rocking her gently.
The baby tugged at her clothes, instinctively reaching for her breast.
Bella felt a pang of guilt, she couldn't give the child what she needed. There was nothing; her body was dry.
She placed the baby on a pillow and shuffled to the corner of the apartment she called her kitchen. The milk she had was meant for adults, but the baby was hungry. Bella had no choice...it was all she could offer.
She warmed the milk and poured a little onto a small plate, then grabbed a tiny spoon from her sugar container to feed the baby.
Cradling the child, Bella sat down and tried to offer a small spoonful to her mouth...but the baby refused, tugging insistently at Bella's chest. Her cries were sharp and frantic, veins standing out on her forehead as she screamed.
Frustration welled up within her. Tomorrow, she would have nowhere to live, and the baby's persistent crying only made her feel worse.
Bella thought hard, biting her lip as a wild, desperate idea formed. It felt insane, but she couldn't let the baby starve.
Even if it didn't satisfy her, at least it would stop the crying.
She placed the child on the pillow and rushed to the shower. There was no way she could do this with a dirty, sweaty body.
Once she was done, she didn't put on a top. Cradling the baby in her arms, she sat down and carefully scooped some milk, letting it drip onto her breast.
The baby latched on instantly. Relief washed over Bella as the crying finally stopped. She carefully continued to offer the milk until the baby's movements slowed, signaling she had fallen asleep.
Gently, Bella placed her back in the stroller, it was more comfortable that way.
She took a moment to search through the stroller, hoping to find something that could help her locate the baby's parents.
She picked up a rattle and caught a glimpse of a name engraved on it.
"Rodriguez," she murmured.
Anger surged through her. "So the man in shades... and they actually left this girl here like some forgotten piece of trash?" she fumed. But she paused, thinking.
Then a sly thought crossed her mind. In a way... this could work to my advantage.
All she knew was wealth, and this could be her chance. This baby might be a blessing...a way out of poverty. Bella smiled as she looked down at the child's soft, sleeping face, feeling as if she had just hit the jackpot.
*****
(RODRIGUEZ MANSION)
The nanny knelt on the floor, shivering.
"Where is the baby I gave you to take care of?" he asked, calm and unbothered.
"Sir... I... I'm sorry. I... I forgot..." she stammered.
He narrowed his eyes, his calmness making it worse. "You forgot a child? Are you mad? Do you realize what would happen if the press found out I lost my daughter in the most ridiculous way possible?"
He turned to his bodyguards.
"Find the child and bring her back," he said coldly. Then he pointed at the nanny. "Make sure she's silenced. I don't want my reputation touched."
"Yes, sir."
"No,no, please!" the nanny sobbed, crawling toward him. "I won't say anything! I swear! Please, I'll find your daughter. Please don't hurt me, I beg you!"
She clutched at Lucian's legs. Irritated, he kicked her away without a second glance.
The guards stepped in. One pressed a cloth over her mouth. Her struggles weakened within seconds, and she went limp. They lifted her and dragged her out of the room.
He lit a cigarette and poured himself a drink, taking a slow sip as he puffed smoke. His dark eyes stared at nothing, anger coiling tight inside him.
"My rivals could have taken the child. That idiot has ruined my hardwork."
In a sudden motion, he threw the glass to the floor. It shattered with a sharp crash.
An aged maid, who had served the family for decades, watched him warily and let out a soft sigh.
"Food is ready, Lucian," she said with a small, cautious smile.
He glanced at her and nodded, returning his focus to the smoke curling from his cigarette.
*****
Bella left early in the morning, before the landlord could show up. She didn't take anything from the dump she called an apartment, she had all her hopes pinned on the baby's parents.
The taxi stopped in front of a huge company. The driver pulled the stroller from the car boot.
Bella took in the sight. Rodriguez was boldly written at the top.
"Wow... it's huge," she muttered.
She looked down at the baby in her arms. "Your parents are rich... I'm sure they can spare some change for me."
Carefully, she placed the baby in the stroller and started moving toward the entrance.
"Hey, bitch! You forgot to pay!" the driver shouted.
The insult was unnecessary, random, and infuriating.
Bella clenched her jaw but forced herself to stay calm. She turned and tossed the money to the floor, ignoring him as she kept moving.
The man lunged, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her backward.
"Ow! Let go of my hair!" she yelped, elbowing him, but he didn't release her.
"Who are you to disrespect me?" he growled, tugging harder. "First, you didn't pay. Now you throw my money on the floor."
The road was empty. No one was in sight to help. Tears streaked Bella's face, and her scalp burned from his grip.
"I only did to you what you deserved, scumbag! Let my hair go!" she muttered through gritted teeth.
Bella struggled against him, but the baby's cries pierced the air, growing louder with each second.
Suddenly, a car approached and screeched to a halt.
The man finally released her and shoved her aside.
Bella stared at the car, hoping...praying it belonged to the baby's parents so she could get this over with.
The car door opened. The man stepped out, his gaze locking instantly on the crying child in the stroller. His face hardened.
Without a word, he pulled out his phone and dialed.
"Hello... police?"
Bella's eyes widened.
"I found my daughter... but I want the child traffickers behind bars."
In a sudden motion, he threw the glass to the floor. It shattered with a sharp crash.
An aged maid, who had served the family for decades, watched him warily and let out a soft sigh.
"Food is ready, Lucian," she said with a small, cautious smile.
He glanced at her and nodded, returning his focus to the smoke curling from his cigarette.
*****
Bella left early in the morning, before the landlord could show up. She didn't take anything from the dump she called an apartment, she had all her hopes pinned on the baby's parents.
The taxi stopped in front of a huge company. The driver pulled the stroller from the car boot.
Bella took in the sight. Rodriguez was boldly written at the top.
"Wow... it's huge," she muttered.
She looked down at the baby in her arms. "Your parents are rich... I'm sure they can spare some change for me."
Carefully, she placed the baby in the stroller and started moving toward the entrance.
"Hey, bitch! You forgot to pay!" the driver shouted.
The insult was unnecessary, random, and infuriating.
Bella clenched her jaw but forced herself to stay calm. She turned and tossed the money to the floor, ignoring him as she kept moving.
The man lunged, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her backward.
"Ow! Let go of my hair!" she yelped, elbowing him, but he didn't release her.
"Who are you to disrespect me?" he growled, tugging harder. "First, you didn't pay. Now you throw my money on the floor."
The road was empty. No one was in sight to help. Tears streaked Bella's face, and her scalp burned from his grip.
"I only did to you what you deserved, scumbag! Let my hair go!" she muttered through gritted teeth.
Bella struggled against him, but the baby's cries pierced the air, growing louder with each second.
Suddenly, a car approached and screeched to a halt.
The man finally released her and shoved her aside.
Bella stared at the car, hoping...praying it belonged to the baby's parents so she could get this over with.
The car door opened. The man stepped out, his gaze locking instantly on the crying child in the stroller. His face hardened.
Without a word, he pulled out his phone and dialed.
"Hello... police?"
Bella's eyes widened.
"I found my daughter... but I want the child traffickers behind bars."
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8.9
I was tossed into a dark alley like rotting garbage, bleeding and grieving the child I had just lost.
When I was finally brought back to my fiancé Angelo's penthouse, instead of comfort, I was met with absolute disgust.
His family declared me "unclean" after the kidnapping. Angelo coldly announced he was burying the scandal by marrying my sweet, innocent cousin, Carissa.
When we were alone, Carissa stood over my bed, her voice dripping with venomous delight.
"My father arranged the kidnapping. And now, Angelo and I can finally be together."
Before I could react, she forced a silver letter opener into my hand, deliberately stabbed her own shoulder, and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Angelo stormed in, struck me across the face, and gathered a sobbing Carissa into his arms, looking at me with absolute revulsion.
The family matriarch appeared at the door, her cold eyes sweeping over the scene before she gave a chilling order to the maids.
"Clean this up."
They pinned me down and brutally drove the blade directly into my chest.
I choked on my own blood, staring at the man who had promised me the world as he turned his back, calling my murder a "mercy."
As my heart beat its final agonizing rhythm, I made a silent vow to the shadows that if there was a next life, I would have my vendetta.
When I opened my eyes again, there was no blood, only the soft silk of my nightgown.
I had returned to the day before my eighteenth birthday.
This time, I wouldn't play the desperate victim. I was going to ally with the Devil of Chicago and burn them all to the ground.
7.2
"Still playing dirty, Huntress?" he taunted, pinning me with those piercing grey-blue eyes.
"Still hiding behind your daddy's money, Reaper?" I shot back, my blood boiling.
Lanaya Roux and Maverick Hayden are college hockey royalty-and bitter rivals. As the captains of competing university teams, their hatred on the ice is matched only by the legendary feud between their billionaire families' empires.
But when their ruthless fathers force them into a fake engagement to secure an $18 billion corporate merger, Lanaya and Maverick are thrown into the ultimate game of survival.
The rules are simple: Live together in the same penthouse. Smile for the cameras. Pretend to be madly in love for six months.
It was supposed to be strictly business. But behind closed doors, the venom they spit at each other quickly morphs into a scorching, undeniable addiction. Maverick is an arrogant, aggressively protective alpha who refuses to let her go, and Lanaya is the fiercely independent captain who refuses to submit.
Beneath their explosive chemistry lies a devastating secret: a shared tragedy from eight years ago that claimed the life of Lanaya's brother and shattered their innocent childhood bond.
With the national hockey championship on the line, scandalous secrets surfacing, and unseen enemies sabotaging their every move, the line between love and hate has never been so dangerous.
What happens when the fake engagement to your worst enemy becomes the only real thing in your life?
7.2
I was securing the diamond clasp of my necklace when the security monitor blinked to life, revealing my husband burying his face between his assistant's thighs.
Just an hour later, Dante Moretti stood by my side at the Gala, playing the part of the devoted Capo, while his mistress smirked at me from across the room in a dress that screamed for attention.
I wanted to leave. I had packed my bags, ready to disappear.
But then the doctor told me the news: I was six weeks pregnant with the Vitiello-Moretti heir.
I thought the baby might save us. I thought it would stop the madness.
I was wrong.
When his mistress accused me of betrayal to cover her own tracks, Dante didn't listen to his wife. He listened to the woman warming his bed.
In a blind rage, the man who swore to protect me struck me down.
I felt the sharp, tearing pain in my abdomen before I even hit the stone floor.
As blood stained my pristine white dress, I realized he hadn't just broken his vows.
He had killed our unborn son.
So, when the opportunity came to detonate the gas line and fake my own death, I didn't hesitate.
I let the world believe Seraphina Moretti died in that explosion.
Ten years later, I returned to a city that thought I was a ghost.
I dismantled his supply lines, froze his assets, and watched his empire crumble piece by piece.
And when he was finally on his knees in the rain, broken and destitute, I stepped out of the shadows.
I didn't come back for his money.
I came back to hand him the ultrasound photo of the child he murdered.
"Hello, Dante."
9.8
I sat in the VIP waiting room of the fertility clinic, clutching the report that confirmed my implantation was a success. After years of struggling, I finally had a reason to make my marriage with Garnett work.
But when I went to find him in the lounge, I heard a woman’s laughter coming from behind the door. It was his mistress, Alison. I froze as I heard Garnett’s cold, dismissive voice.
"She’s just an incubator."
"Once the heir is born, we kick her out. The trust fund only requires a legitimate heir born to my wife. It doesn't require the wife to stick around afterwards."
The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. I soon discovered the clinic had botched the procedure—the baby I was carrying wasn't even Garnett’s. It was donor sperm from Sterling Sharp, the most powerful tech mogul in the world.
When my in-laws forced me to move into their estate for "monitoring," I realized I was entering a cage. Garnett and his mistress were paying the family doctor to inject me with hallucinogens to mimic a mental breakdown. They planned to declare me legally incompetent and commit me to an asylum the second I gave birth.
I stood in the shadows of the East Wing, realizing my husband wasn't just stealing my child—he was trying to delete my mind. The people I called family were poisoning me daily, waiting for me to break so they could claim a legacy that wasn't even theirs.
They wanted a madwoman, so I decided to give them one. I turned the doctor into my double agent, faked every symptom of a breakdown, and began building a secret empire from the shadows. Garnett thinks he’s trapped an incubator, but he’s actually locked himself in with a nuclear weapon.
9.3
Elliana sat on the cold marble floor, staring at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test. Overjoyed, she went to her husband Garrett’s study to surprise him.
But the room was empty. On his iPad, she accidentally opened a muted security video from the night before. As a graphic novelist trained in facial anatomy, she easily read Garrett’s lips as he spoke to their housekeeper.
"Increase the hallucinogens and the birth control. Let her become a complete lunatic."
The truth shattered her reality. Her three years of inexplicable exhaustion and mental collapses were orchestrated to keep her away from her ex-fiancé, who was now married to Garrett’s sister, Cristina. The nightmare worsened during a horrific highway crash. As their SUV flipped and caught fire, Garrett ruthlessly abandoned a pregnant Elliana in the crushed backseat. He dragged Cristina to safety, leaving Elliana to burn. She survived, but her right hand—her drawing hand—was permanently destroyed.
Lying in the hospital with her career ruined and her intellectual property stolen by the husband who forged her signature while she was drugged, a freezing void of hatred consumed her. She was nothing but a sedated decoy to hide Garrett's twisted, incestuous obsession with his own sister.
When Garrett knelt by her hospital bed with fake tears, Elliana didn't scream or expose him. Instead, she forced a pathetic, dependent smile, playing the perfect broken wife. She was going back to his penthouse to steal his encrypted files, ready to feed him to Manhattan's most cutthroat divorce lawyer and watch his empire burn.
8.9
Five years ago, Arabella Sterling vanished without a trace, disgraced, heartbroken, and branded her billionaire benefactor's dirty secret.
What the world never knew was that she'd also been his wife.
Or that the man she loved-and the son she gave everything for-chose another woman over her.
Now, she's back as The Reformer, a world-renowned business strategist celebrated for resurrecting dying empires.
Her newest client? The Sterling Group.
Her ex-husband's empire.
Adrian Sterling has spent years trying to atone for the lies that destroyed them both.
But when Arabella walks into his boardroom, colder, sharper, untouchable...he realizes redemption may come at a cost he can't pay.
Because this time, she's not here to save him.
She's here to ruin him.