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 3
Nolan and Mrs Ashford-Natasha-were finally able to relax on the living room sofa; discussing business and introducing Valerie had been quite exhausting today, even though the person they'd introduced hadn't been around them for the duration of the event.
"I haven't seen Valerie since she slipped away whilst meeting that Morvane-where has she gone?" Nolan asked his wife, massaging his temples as his head felt slightly dizzy.
"Last I saw her, she was heading towards the back garden," replied Natasha.
Nolan sighed heavily, "Let's check her room. She hasn't even opened my present, even though today is her birthday. Has she forgotten?" He pointed to a wrapped present on the table.
"Weren't you the ones with her all day? You were parading Valerie around to the guests like some sort of object," asked Nolan's father, Jaden Ashford.
Nolan sighed again; he hadn't even realised when Valerie had slipped out of his sight because there were so many guests.
"I will check on her. Natasha, you need to rest. You've been busy all day getting everything ready," said Nolan's mother, who had also joined them.
Nolan's mother went upstairs first, whilst Nolan stood still for a moment, watching his father, who still looked angry.
"NOLAN! NOLAN!"
Everyone in the mansion immediately rushed towards the source of the sound as Nolan's mother's loud, desperate screams rang out repeatedly.
Nolan panicked when he saw his mother kneeling at the threshold of his daughter's room, sobbing uncontrollably.
"What's wrong, Mum? Calm down..."
"Valerie... Valerie's been kidnapped!!"
Nolan saw that Valerie's room was in complete disarray and unrecognisable; how could this have happened when security at their home was so tight?
With a look of disbelief, he stepped fully into Valerie's room, which looked like a shipwreck; on the dressing table mirror was a message written in Valerie's lipstick.
'MY PREY.'
Nolan nearly lost his balance; several of his staff members arrived, including security personnel, and they were stunned to see the state of Valerie's room, which was in complete disarray.
Natasha ran up from downstairs to the top floor; she hugged Nolan tightly, her eyes widening at the sight of Valerie's room.
"How could this have happened?!" Her voice boomed, sounding desperate.
Who had kidnapped her? Who knew about his daughter? He had only just introduced his daughter to his business associates today; just today, all the guests were within his reach. No one had left the tightly guarded main hall; even during the dinner, all his guests were still present.
Nolan remembered every detail. He tried to think clearly and look for any overlooked clues.
Could it possibly be Rovano Morvane who did it because he'd been rejected? No! Nolan couldn't just make accusations, but he had to find his daughter immediately, wherever she was; he had to check every single guest.
At present, the prime suspect is indeed Rovano, who has been behaving suspiciously, but Nolan cannot act rashly either.
"FIND MY DAUGHTER!"
"Sir!" A man shouted from a distance. He was part of the CCTV control room team.
"All CCTV access has just been hacked! We can't check anything! Everything's gone! Including the recordings from the past few days."
That night, heart-wrenching sobs could be heard from Ashford Mansion and panic swept through the entire building. Nolan tried to calm his family; Valerie was not only the jewel of this family but also a big secret.
••••
The wind was blowing so strongly that it made the window curtains billow; the sun was about to rise. Rovano stood at the edge of the balcony railing, taking several deep breaths, before stepping into a room.
He was currently in a luxurious house near the coast-perhaps in Langholmen? Yes, Rovano was in Stockholm, Sweden.
It had taken nearly eight hours to fly directly here from Boston since last night. That was the fastest flight he'd chosen.
The man had even given Valerie a small dose of sedative so she wouldn't wake up during the journey.
He'd had numerous business ventures in this city for the past two years; Rovano was free to come here whenever he pleased without having to worry about his business back in his home country.
If there's a meeting? He just video calls; unless there's something urgent, he can't stay in Europe for long because he's here to have fun whilst running a small business.
Rovano positioned himself on top of the bed; he moved very slowly, because he wasn't alone there.
There was a girl fast asleep, even though the effects of the sedative might have worn off half an hour ago.
Valerie Ashford, the target he had successfully abducted.
Since when had he started targeting women as his prey? This was the first time, especially since receiving information about the Ashford family. It turned out to be true; they had been hiding a girl this beautiful.
Just like his memory from over a decade ago, when he first visited the Ashford Mansion, there was a young girl he'd seen, and she'd always haunted him.
Rovano felt something was wrong with him. But seeing the girl beside him drove Rovano mad; he wanted to devour her immediately, carving wounds and gashes with his trusty little knife.
Her skin was so smooth and unmarked; Rovano was itching to see her cry as she was covered in blood.
This psychopathic man was truly mad; his mental illness was difficult to cure.
Rovano lay beside Valerie, his back to the girl; his hands itched, but he refused to do anything because he was still weighing up a few things.
Up until now, he had always tortured men of his own age. Regardless of who they were, once he'd had his fill of torturing them, if any died from the ordeal, he'd order someone to dispose of the body; if they survived, he'd bribe them with money and release them once they'd received medical treatment.
Simple. No long-term plans; at most, he'd keep his victims locked up for about four days.
But with this one, how many days? Rovano couldn't even think of anything other than whether to torture her or not.
The girl was on the verge of tears at the slightest touch, and that instantly satisfied his desire, so there was no need to torture her until she bled, was there?
Rovano cursed again; he'd never been interested in women in his entire life. Men were the same. The point was, he'd never given a thought to love or any such ridiculous notion.
He heard a faint sound; Rovano also felt the mattress shift slightly. Had Valerie woken up? Rovano decided to stay where he was and close his eyes; he was curious to see how the girl would react.
"Hmm..."
Valerie opened her eyes slowly and blinked; she gathered her wits completely, as her head was still a little dizzy.
She stared at the ceiling where she had woken up; she realised something-this wasn't her room.
Her eyes shifted to the plain white blanket covering her body up to her chest; this wasn't her blanket.
This wasn't her pillow or her bed, then her head turned to the side where Rovano was lying with his eyes closed.
"R-Rovano?! Where am I?!"
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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?