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 4
"P...police?" Bella stammered.
"Sir, please wait! I didn't steal the child," She explained, her voice trembling.
He didn't look at her as he continued, his voice calm, precise.
"There's a woman here with my daughter," he said.
The driver, realizing the man had called the police, immediately jumped into his taxi and sped off.
Bella picked up the crying child from the stroller.
"I came to return her... I found her in the park. It was dark, and I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry... please, don't call the police," she rushed out, her words tumbling over each other.
Lucian set down his phone and studied her. She looked drained, innocent, marked by poverty,her eyes tired, face pale...but there was a raw beauty in her features.
She handed the baby to him, but he didn't reach out, his gaze fixed on the child instead.
"I know you didn't steal her," he said finally. "My nanny left her in a park. I only wanted to scare that man away" He forced a tight smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.
Bella laughed nervously and pulled the baby back, settling her into the stroller as the child babbled happily in her own language.
She looked up at Lucian, waiting-expecting gratitude, money, something.
"Thank you," he said stiffly, the words sounding more like an obligation than appreciation.
She exhaled sharply, tired of pretending.
"At least give me money for it. I could've killed your child or sold her... but I didn't."
He raised a brow slowly.
"So doing the right thing now comes with a price?"
Bella glared at him inwardly. If she weren't so desperate for money, she wouldn't be demanding payment for doing a good deed-but right now, she didn't care. He was going to give her money, whether he liked it or not.
"Well, I took care of her," she fired.
Lucian's eyes narrowed. "Isn't that what a normal human being should do?"
The man was starting to get on her nerves. "You own a massive company. A little gratitude in the form of money wouldn't hurt," she snapped. "Or are rich people always this stingy? And how could you leave your daughter in a park with a nanny? That's... that's fucking irresponsible."
He blinked, caught off guard. She didn't know who he was? In all of New York, everyone knew Lucian Rodriguez. The thought shocked him more than he wanted to admit.
He slipped his hands into his pockets and tossed her a few dollar notes.
"Here. Now get out."
Bella stared at the money. "Fifty dollars?"
It was enough for gratitude, she reasoned, though a small, insistent part of her mind urged her to push further.
She softened her voice, striking a careful balance between boldness and pleading.
"To be honest, sir, I... I need more than this. I can't survive on so little. I'm an orphan, homeless, with nowhere to go. I... I can take care of your child, if her mother doesn't mind."
Lucian's dark eyes met hers. "Her mother is dead," he said flatly.
Bella dropped to her knees.
Lucian's eyes widened instantly. Anyone could see them...someone could misunderstand and spread rumors.
"I said get out," he ordered coldly.
"Please, sir," she sobbed. "I... I'll do anything you want. Anything at all, whatever pleases you. Just take me away from poverty forever. I don't want to keep living like this. I beg you."
Under normal circumstances, Lucian would have turned and walked away. But he didn't. He stayed, listening to her broken pleas.
His mind worked quickly. The nanny was gone. The old woman couldn't calm the baby. He glanced down at his daughter-quiet, unusually calm in Bella's presence. He couldn't handle the child alone, and there was no way to find a new nanny on such short notice.
"Hm," he said at last. "Anything?"
Bella nodded furiously, so fast it looked as though her head might fall off.
Lucian strode to his car and she interpreted the movement as an unspoken command to follow.
She stood, cradling the baby carefully, while he lifted the stroller into the trunk.
Once inside, he gestured toward the passenger seat.
Without hesitation, she climbed in.
The company's massive gates slid open automatically as Lucian drove in, the car coming to a smooth halt.
Bella followed quickly behind him, pushing the stroller as the little girl giggled happily, completely unaware of the world around her.
"Good morning, sir," a few employees greeted, bowing slightly out of habit.
"Who's that girl?" someone murmured.
"Probably a new nanny," another replied dismissively. "She won't last either."
Bella lowered her head, refusing to meet their eyes, feeling the sting of their judgment.
Lucian led her into his office. The doors closed behind them, shutting out the world.
He sank into his chair, his gaze fixed on her.
"Sir, I promise you won't regret picking me," Bella said quickly, her voice quivering, but firm. "You will have no reason to complain. I swear on my life."
Her desperation amused him, intrigued him. A dark curiosity glimmered in his eyes. He wanted to know how far she'd go.
He picked up the phone. "Bring me the contract."
Moments later, a man entered. Bella observed him quickly...tall, blonde, striking. Yet even he seemed ordinary compared to the man in front of her. There was something almost unreal about him: his dark hair, sharp eyes, muscular frame, and tanned skin made the newcomer pale in comparison.
Bella averted her gaze. She couldn't afford distractions, not now. Her focus had to be on securing the life she wanted, not admiring anyone, no matter how handsome.
Lucian focused on her.
"What is your name?"
"Bella," she said.
"Full name," he demanded.
"Rosabella Hale," she answered.
"Sign the contract," he said, sliding the papers toward her. "It states that you will do whatever I ask, without objection. Even if I asked you to act like a monkey, you would. No questions, no hesitation. I expect silence from the child at all times. And the non-disclosure clause is absolute-you may never speak of this arrangement to anyone, no matter who they are to you."
"I have nobody, sir," Bella said quickly. "I'm alone in this world. You don't have to worry. I'll sign it."
She grabbed the pen and signed without hesitation, letting it drop to the desk.
"But, sir," she said, "you have your part to fulfill. You will ensure I never go poor again. I want opportunities...to live like the rich do."
He looked at her briefly, then signed the contract with a sharp flick of the pen.
"Deal."
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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.