My Psycho Billionaire
Valerie Ashford, a girl who had just turned twenty-one, was introduced by her father to his business associates at a grand party, where she met a frightening, cold-blooded man.
That man was none other than her father's business partner, the CEO of a major corporation. He was taken with Valerie and had wanted her from the moment he first laid eyes on her.
For Rovano Morvane, whatever he desired was absolute and he had to have it, even by the worst means possible.
That night Valerie vanished without a trace and Rovano became the prime suspect, yet the Ashford family could not prove their allegations.
"P-please, I don't want to die, sir..." Valerie whispered so softly that Rovano had to bend down even lower.
"Didn't you just say you didn't care whether you were kidnapped or not? So shut your mouth." Rovano ordered.
Cold, Valerie felt the other side of the folding knife pressed against her cheek.
Rovano was going to mark Valerie.
It felt like something was missing if Rovano didn't take out his psychopathic urges on someone.
And this time, for the first time, he wanted a girl: Valerie Ashford.
Would Valerie's life end here?
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Chapter 1
Valerie Ashford, a 21-year-old girl, was fed up with her monotonous and restricted life. She was constantly under surveillance, even though she spent twenty-four hours a day simply sitting at home.
She had no friends whatsoever, her internet usage was strictly limited to a daily quota, she attended informal schooling, and she had never been able to see the outside world, despite begging her father desperately.
No one allowed her to leave the mansion, as she was the last descendant of the Ashford family, who had been kept hidden for a long time.
Today, the Ashford family was holding a business meeting at the grand mansion; people began arriving one by one, each curious about the invitation to tonight's party.
Valerie was sitting in the back garden, lost in thought, when she was slightly startled by the arrival of Jason, her personal valet.
"Miss, Mr Nolan has returned," said Jason.
"You mean my father? Has Father come home?" Valerie's eyes fixed on Jason, full of hope.
The man nodded. "He's just arrived; he's waiting for you in the main hall now."
Jason reached out his hand to Valerie and helped her to her feet. "Be careful, Miss."
"Thank you, Jason," whispered Valerie.
Valerie immediately ran to meet her father; she hurried down the corridor towards the main hall without a second thought, paying no attention to the floor beneath her feet.
As soon as she reached the hall, her grandmother let out a little gasp when she saw Valerie running towards Nolan-her father-but she nearly fell over after bumping into a tall man.
"Valerie!" Valerie's mother cried out softly.
Nolan breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt embarrassed by Valerie's reckless behaviour in front of his guests who had already arrived.
Nolan guessed his wife had forgotten to tell Valerie about the event taking place at that very moment.
Meanwhile, Valerie winced; she would have fallen had the man she'd bumped into not caught her by the waist.
Those piercing black eyes seemed to bore into Valerie's emerald ones; this was the first time Valerie had met a stranger, apart from the family and servants in this grand house.
Valerie blinked several times; they had remained in that position for quite some time.
The stranger supporting Valerie had black hair styled in a quiff and a handsome face; a smirk appeared on that handsome face, and Valerie immediately moved to break free from his embrace.
"I-I'm sorry..." The girl apologised politely before approaching her father.
Nolan smiled awkwardly at the guest Valerie had just bumped into; the man merely gave a slight nod, as if tolerating what the last of the Ashford family had done.
"Why were you running like that? You're acting like a child, Valerie!" Nolan whispered, half-annoyed, once the girl was by his side.
Valerie just snorted softly, "I was excited because you comeback, but it seems you doesn't like seeing me."
Valerie then slowly lifted her head, still shy. Her eyes caught sight of the handsome man who had just supported her body so she wouldn't hit the floor.
His gaze was cold, but when their eyes met again, Valerie could clearly see that the man was giving a smirk that sent a sudden shiver down her spine.
"It seems the Ashford family has a new addition?" The handsome man spoke in a casual tone to Nolan, his gaze softening, yet still brimming with charisma.
Valerie was slightly taken aback by the masculine voice; there was quite a difference between the way the man looked at Valerie and the way he spoke to Nolan.
Valerie felt as though she were looking at a different person from the one who had just grinned at her.
Nolan seemed to take a deep breath; the man appeared as though he wasn't ready to speak, but eventually his lips parted, "She is my only daughter, Valerie Ashford."
The handsome man looked slightly surprised, but for some reason Valerie felt it was fake; he seemed to be putting on an act, and Valerie could see it clearly.
Yet every time their eyes met, Valerie's heart suddenly raced; she felt nervous and also afraid for no reason.
"You're amazing; I'm sure many people don't know about your daughter. It turns out the heir to the Ashford family is a woman," said the handsome man again, "I reckon your talent will be passed down to her."
"Thank you, Mr Morvane," replied Nolan.
"Hello, sweetheart, I'm Rovano Morvane." The man extended his hand to Valerie; his tone was flat, but his face was utterly-evil.
Valerie had no choice but to shake his hand, and instantly her body felt a shiver run through it; her heart was beating faster than usual.
It was as if she'd been struck by an electric shock, and then the man's piercing gaze and his smirk left Valerie transfixed.
Rovano Morvane-Valerie never imagined that name would leave her unable to think clearly for a moment.
What had she been feeling just now? Rovano's gaze was fixed on her once again; Valerie felt as though she were being stripped bare by his very stare. It made her feel uncomfortable.
Nolan found it odd that Rovano had been staring at his daughter ever since they'd arrived. The event wasn't due to start for another hour, but this guest was particularly punctual; he'd arrived early along with a few other guests.
"I didn't know you'd be coming early, so nothing's ready yet-the event doesn't start for another hour," Nolan said to Rovano, who was staring intently at Valerie.
Valerie, who had inadvertently returned Rovano's gaze, made Nolan's paternal instincts flare up like a raging fire.
Rovano exhaled, a small smile etched on his face as he began to look friendly. His thoughts were fixed on Valerie, who had caught his attention.
Rovano turned his gaze back to Nolan, "Oh, I'm always like this, Mr Ashford. Especially with my prospective business partners. Discipline makes for a good first impression."
"I wasn't just guessing; the Morvane family sent their eldest son here. Where on earth is Jordan?" asked Nolan.
Rovano glanced briefly at Valerie, then back at Nolan, "He's in Paris; there's some business from my mother's hospital," he replied.
"Of course, aside from inter-company business, I have another proposal," Rovano continued his conversation with Nolan.
"What is it, Mr Morvane?" Nolan asked casually.
Rovano fixed his gaze on Valerie, and Nolan immediately followed suit.
"I want her."
"Pardon?" Nolan was slightly taken aback; Rovano's words had caused a major misunderstanding.
"I want your daughter," said Rovano in a very clear and firm voice.
Rovano's request sounded like a demand; Valerie felt her heart beating even faster, especially as Rovano pointed at her without a shred of shame. The girl clutched her dress and then simply walked out of the hall.
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8.8
I discovered I was pregnant with twins from my marriage to Ell Steele, the ruthless CEO of the Steele Group. But he saw me as a gold-digging nobody, unworthy of his heir.
He stormed into our penthouse with his lawyer, slamming down abortion consent forms and a divorce NDA, offering five million to terminate and vanish. "You're not fit to carry my child," he spat, gripping my jaw.
I refused the abortion, signed the zero-payout divorce to keep my company insurance for my dying mom's ICU bills, but stayed on as an admin assistant. Brittany, his mistress, spilled coffee on my reports, got me demoted to the dusty sub-basement sorting old files.
She framed me for attacking her, security dragged me out, slamming me into doorframes that cramped my belly. Trapped in a sabotaged freight elevator, I nearly miscarried in the dark, gasping for air while Ell rescued me—only to find my prenatal pills and rage.
At the gala, I warned Brittany the Angel's Tears necklace—Georgina's flawed design—was cracking. She accused me of theft; Ell ordered me stripped and searched publicly. It snapped anyway, shattering the diamond, but he blamed me, firing and blacklisting me on the spot.
Beaten down, humiliated, body aching from their cruelty—how could my husband, who I once loved, destroy me without a shred of doubt? What made him so blind to my pain?
Dragged from our home in the rain, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up. The butler bowed: "Madame Aura, your suite awaits." As Ell watched from his Maybach, I initiated the hostile takeover—time to bankrupt them all.
8.2
Karmen lived suffocating under a tight chest binder and a grotesque silicone scar, forced to disguise herself as her degenerate twin brother, Kem. Her only job was to maintain a fake corporate engagement with the ruthless billionaire Earl Calderon.
But her abusive father suddenly escalated his demands. He ordered her to steal Earl's revolutionary AI patents, threatening to cut off her mother's life-saving medical trust and abandon the real Kem in a locked Swiss psych ward if she failed.
The task was a death sentence. Earl absolutely despised "Kem." He treated her like a repulsive parasite, constantly threatening to break her neck. When he accidentally caught her without her wig, he mistook her for a deranged cross-dresser, forcing her to glue the dirty fake scar back onto her raw, inflamed face in sheer disgust. At home, her father hurled glass ashtrays at her, violently yanking her collar.
"Do whatever you have to do in that bedroom, Kem. I don't care how disgusting it is. Just get the signature."
Trapped between a fiancé who loathed her very existence and a father ready to sacrifice their family for greed, Karmen endured the agonizing physical pain of her disguise. She was exhausted, terrified, and running out of time as her brother's life hung by a thread.
But they all underestimated her. When the Calderon matriarch forced Earl to link his ultra-secure private phone with "Kem" to fake their romance, she unwittingly handed over the master key. Karmen wasn't just a helpless victim; she was the elite hacker Nyx, and she was going to tear their empire apart from the inside.
9.5
As a highborn succubus, I somehow managed to starve myself to death-thanks to my obsessive cleanliness and ridiculously picky appetite.
When I opened my eyes again, I had transmigrated into Vivian Hartwell-the long-lost "real" daughter with a tragically cursed fate.
I had barely been taken back into the Hartwell family before they forced me to attend a so-called "death matchmaking" event in Kingsford-on behalf of Natalie Hartwell, the fake heiress-to meet Damian Blackwood, the infamous "living reaper."
Rumor had it Damian was brutal and bloodthirsty-every woman who'd ever been involved with him either ended up dead or driven insane.
At the event, over a hundred socialites were trembling on their knees, silently praying they wouldn't be the one chosen.
Just as Damian let out a cold smirk and reached to pick his unlucky victim, I took a deep breath from the back of the crowd.
The scent emanating from him was a rare, potent masculine essence-something encountered perhaps once in ten millennia.
For a painfully picky succubus like me, this was nothing short of salvation.
I kicked aside the girl blocking my way, my eyes practically glowing as I threw both hands up. "Pick me! Hurry, pick me!"
8.2
One night was supposed to be her escape. After catching her ex-boyfriend in the arms of her treacherous stepsister on her twenty-first birthday, Valerie sought the only mercy she could find: the numbing sting of alcohol. But the morning brought no peace-only a shattered spirit, a body marked by a stranger, and a memory wiped clean against her will.
Months later, Valerie is a woman reborn from the wreckage, landing a high-paying role at the prestigious Noir Group. But the dream quickly shifts into a polished nightmare. Her new boss is Ellan Noir-a ruthless CEO whose name commands the city and whose eyes hold an unmistakable, familiar darkness.
When a mistake in the executive lift threatens her career, Ellan offers a devil's bargain: a contract of total submission. To save her best friend Nora's failing heart, Valerie must become his private property, bound to his beck and call 24/7. As office politics bleed into a dangerous game of obsession, Valerie realizes the man who rules her career is the same shadow who owns her past.
Dragged into his world of chaos, Valerie discovers a truth that changes everything She decides to collide with Ellan's business rival y get revenge until she realises she is carrying his child. As she struggles to survive the predators in the Noir family, Ellan fights for his life in a hospital bed. With a baby's life hanging in the balance after a lethal post-birth injection, Valerie must decide if she can save the man who broke her-or if their twisted fate will end in tragedy.
8.6
Eleanor Sinclair always knew her stepmother and stepsister were leeches, but she never expected their betrayal to reach into her private study.
In the dead of night, she caught the family's trusted nanny of twelve years photographing confidential trust documents. The mastermind paying her off was Lillian, Eleanor's stepmother, who had been secretly embezzling estate funds and bribing tutors to deliberately ruin the academic future of Eleanor's younger brother, the only legitimate heir.
Emboldened by their deceit, the parasites grew arrogant. Her stepsister, Isabelle, deliberately flaunted her secret affair with Eleanor’s billionaire fiancé, sobbing fake tears while waiting for Eleanor to suffer a humiliating nervous breakdown.
When the tension finally peaked, Lillian played the victim so perfectly that Eleanor's own father, a powerful U.S. Senator, stormed into the room with a raised hand, ready to strike his own daughter.
"You will apologize to your stepsister immediately! I will not have this family harmony destroyed by your petty jealousy!"
They actually expected her to be a weeping, heartbroken girl. They thought cheap hotel affairs and stolen pennies could outsmart the true Sinclair bloodline. Did they really believe a few fake tears and a weak-willed father could strip her of her empire?
Eleanor didn't feel anger; she felt the cold, detached fascination of a biologist observing doomed insects. She calmly pulled out the forensic audits, locked down the estate's exits, and prepared her stepmother's psychiatric commitment papers. The merciless purge of her family had officially begun.
8.8
Sold for scraps.Saved by a monster. Destined to rule them all.
Faith is a "Dud", a wolfless orphan living in the shadows of the trenches. Treated as a servant by her own family, she hides a mind more brilliant than any Alpha's instinct. But in the process of winning a life-changing scholarship, she is betrayed. Drugged and sold to traffickers by her own aunt, Faith thought her life was over -until she falls from a third-story window and lands on the hood of a car that belongs to the most dangerous man in the country.
Killian Nightshade. Billionaire. Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. A man who rules with ice in his veins and power in his hands.
Killian doesn't do favors. He makes investments. He claims Faith as his "Personal Shadow" to work off the debt of his ruined car. But as he forces her into the shark-infested waters of the North Elite Academy, he finds himself breaking his own rule: Never get attached to the help.
While Faith battles ruthless bullies and the predatory interest of Killian's rival, Silas, a twenty-year-old secret begins to stir in her blood. She isn't just a Dud. She is a legend. And when the girl who was sold for scraps finally shifts, the entire werewolf world will have to decide: Will they bow to their new Queen, or be burned by her fire?