The Secret Billionaire's Obsessive Love Trap
My mother was dying in the hospital, relying on expensive life support to survive.
But my own father suddenly cut off her medical insurance, conspiring with a ruthless pharmaceutical heir named Fred. They wanted to force me to hand over my grandfather's priceless DARPA research formula in exchange for a corporate bailout.
When I refused, Fred sent massive thugs to hunt me down in the freezing rain.
He even used his power to have my dying mother physically thrown out of the VIP ward, leaving her to suffocate on a rusted gurney in a dirty, crowded corridor.
My father and stepmother just sneered, watching me become a desperate pariah with nowhere to run.
I couldn't understand how my father could trade his own wife's life for a real estate deal.
Sitting in the pouring rain next to my mother, watching her skin turn the color of wet ash, my despair finally morphed into a cold, hard rage.
"Sign the rights over to me, or buy a coffin."
Just as Fred raised his hand to strike me, a seemingly poor biotech sales rep stepped out of the shadows.
He brutally crippled Fred's guards, loudly claimed to be my boyfriend, and somehow got my mother secretly upgraded to the hospital's penthouse suite.
To protect this "broke orphan" from Fred's revenge, I took him back to my tiny apartment.
I was completely unaware that I had just invited the most terrifying, lethal billionaire on Wall Street into my home.
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Chapter 8
The rain was coming down in sheets, turning the hospital parking lot into a shallow lake.
Alaina sat on a wet concrete bench near the emergency exit. The hospital staff had wheeled Eleanor out under the awning, leaving her shivering on the gurney.
Alaina stared at the black titanium card in her hand. Ten million dollars. She had ten million dollars, and it was completely useless. Capital had built a wall around her mother, and Fred held the only key.
She buried her face in her hands. A sob tore through her chest, raw and agonizing.
Kyle sat down next to her. The wet concrete soaked through his cheap jeans. He pulled off his gray hoodie, leaving him in a thin white t-shirt, and draped the warm fabric over Alaina's shaking shoulders.
His eyes were fixed on the dark street, burning with a cold, terrifying rage that Alaina couldn't see.
"Hey," Kyle said softly, his voice gentle and clumsy. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side. "Don't cry. We'll figure this out. I promise."
Alaina shook her head, tears mixing with the rain on her cheeks. "You need to leave, Kyle. You don't know who Fred is. He will destroy your life. You're just a sales rep. You can't fight him."
Kyle's jaw tightened. His fingers dug slightly into her shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere. I don't run away when things get hard."
While Alaina kept her face buried in her hands, Kyle slipped his right hand into his pocket. He pulled out the black encrypted phone. Without looking at the screen, his thumb flew across the keypad, typing a blind message to Silas.
St. Ann's. Highest level trauma team. Five minutes. Or I burn the board of directors to the ground.
He slid the phone back into his pocket and went back to stroking Alaina's wet hair.
Three minutes later, the wail of sirens cut through the storm.
Three massive, state-of-the-art ambulances, painted with the elite gold crest of St. Ann's Medical Center, swerved into the parking lot. They bypassed the emergency room entirely and slammed on their brakes right in front of Alaina.
The doors flew open. A team of paramedics in pristine uniforms jumped out, rolling a high-tech mobile ICU bed toward Eleanor.
The Queens hospital administrator ran out, waving his arms. "Hey! You can't take patients from our loading zone!"
A tall, silver-haired man stepped out of the lead ambulance. It was Dr. Alistair Reed, the CEO and Chief of Surgery at St. Ann's.
Dr. Reed ignored the administrator completely. He practically sprinted toward Alaina.
Alaina stood up, the hoodie falling from her shoulders. She was paralyzed with confusion.
Dr. Reed stopped in front of her. He looked terrified. He bowed his head so low it was almost comical.
"Miss Wells," Dr. Reed said, his voice trembling slightly. "I am profoundly sorry for the system error that caused your mother's transfer. It was an unforgivable oversight."
"I... I don't understand," Alaina stammered. "Fred Porter blocked her admission."
Dr. Reed's eyes flicked nervously to the tall, wet man standing behind Alaina in a cheap t-shirt.
Kyle stared at Dr. Reed. His eyes were dead, promising absolute destruction if the doctor messed up his lines.
Dr. Reed swallowed hard and quickly looked back at Alaina. "The... the Board of Directors personally intervened, Miss Wells. Your mother is being transferred to the penthouse panoramic suite. All expenses are covered by the hospital's discretionary fund."
Before Alaina could process this, the Queens administrator's phone rang. He answered it, went pale, and handed it to Dr. Reed. "It's... it's Fred Porter."
Dr. Reed snatched the phone and hit the speaker button.
"Are you out of your mind, Reed?" Fred's voice screamed through the speaker, echoing in the rain. "I told you to lock her out! You want Porter Pharma to cut your supply lines?"
Dr. Reed stood up straight. With the true owner of the hospital standing right in front of him, he felt a sudden surge of courage.
"Mr. Porter," Dr. Reed said coldly. "St. Ann's Medical Center has just terminated all purchasing contracts with Porter Pharma. Effective immediately. Do not ever call my hospital again."
Dr. Reed hung up and tossed the phone onto the wet concrete.
Alaina gasped. A massive, crushing weight lifted off her chest. She watched the paramedics carefully move her mother into the glowing, warm interior of the ambulance.
Dr. Reed gestured toward the vehicle. "Please, Miss Wells. Ride with her."
Alaina turned around. She looked at Kyle. He was standing in the rain, his hair plastered to his forehead, looking like a lost puppy.
"Did you... did you do this?" Alaina asked, her voice full of wonder.
Kyle rubbed the back of his neck, looking incredibly awkward. "I mean, I sell medical supplies to St. Ann's sometimes. I know a doctor who happens to be an assistant to one of the board members. I texted him what was happening, and he actually took it straight to the top. I guess with all the recent scandals surrounding Porter Pharma, the board was already looking for an excuse to cut them off, and we just happened to be the spark they needed."
It was a ridiculous lie. But in the overwhelming rush of relief, Alaina's brain accepted it.
She grabbed Kyle's hand. His fingers were freezing.
"Come with me," she said, pulling him toward the ambulance.
Kyle smiled, a shy, boyish grin. He let her pull him into the back of the vehicle, stepping into the world he secretly owned.
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In a story filled with scandal, heartbreak, and justice, one woman's pain becomes her greatest strength... and her ultimate weapon.
9.6
To escape my sister-in-law selling me off to a local thug, I married a complete stranger I met at City Hall.
My new husband, Drake, claimed to be a broke Uber driver who could barely make rent.
He even made me sign a brutal ten-page prenup just to ensure I wouldn't take his rusted, beat-up Ford sedan if we ever divorced.
I thought I was just sharing a decaying Brooklyn apartment with a struggling man at the bottom of the ladder.
But things quickly stopped making sense.
When that local thug cornered me at a restaurant, my "weak" husband didn't cower.
Instead, he dismantled three massive mobsters in ten seconds with the terrifying, fluid speed of an apex predator.
"I used to be a human punching bag in an underground boxing gym to pay off debts."
I believed his excuse, until his supposedly homeless grandfather showed up at our door in a moth-eaten sweater, begging to sleep on our lumpy sofa.
Before going to sleep, the old man casually pressed a heavy, intricately engraved pocket watch into my hand as a wedding gift.
He claimed it was a cheap flea market find that didn't even keep time.
But the sheer weight of the solid rose gold and the flawless mechanical gears inside screamed otherwise.
Why did a destitute driver have the aura of a man who controlled empires?
And what kind of homeless old man casually hands over a priceless, museum-grade antique?
I had no idea the "broke driver" sleeping on my floor was actually a ruthless billionaire CEO, and I had just walked straight into his trap.
8.6
For years, Elvera lived as the despised charity case in the cramped Wright household.
When she caught her foster sister Donita straddling her fiancé, they didn't even panic. Instead, they loudly framed Elvera for stealing a diamond necklace to justify kicking her out.
Her foster parents immediately sided with the cheaters, screaming at her to pack her trash and starve in the gutters. Only her dying foster brother tried to sneak her his medical savings, but the family violently shoved him away, mocking him as a walking corpse.
Standing in the freezing Brooklyn wind, Donita and Crockett followed her outside just to laugh. They waved a crisp twenty-dollar bill in her face, mocking her biological family as a bunch of unemployed street thugs.
They really thought she was going to freeze to death on the pavement with nothing but a faded backpack.
But then a roaring, matte-black supercar pulled up.
The man who stepped out wasn't a street thug; he was her real brother, an FBI task force commander.
He effortlessly snapped Crockett's shoulder out of its socket, put Elvera in the passenger seat, and drove her straight to a sprawling billionaire estate in the Hamptons.
Sitting by the fire in her biological parents' palace, watching them casually display an eight-million-dollar sculpture she had secretly designed, the head butler suddenly walked in.
"Sir, the fake heiress has returned from Europe."
Elvera took a slow sip of her coffee. The real game was finally about to begin.
9.5
How far are you willing to go for your family's company?
Eloise Jane Lopez is the one true child of the Lopezes, and due to her sick father's wish, she needs to marry a man she doesn't know to keep the company her parents manage in order. And the man she will marry is none other than Cosmo Dominguez, a multi-billionaire, whose supposed fiancée was Eloise's step-sister but got pregnant, leaving Eloise with no choice but to be the substitute bride.
After the wedding, Cosmo laid out another agreement with Eloise, that the marriage would only be temporary, and that they would have to separate after two years.
Can they uphold the signed agreement until the end, or can they stop the feelings forming between them?
7.1
I worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street just to keep my sick brother alive, enduring endless humiliation from the wealthy family that adopted us.
But when I went to surprise my boyfriend of three years, I found him kissing my spoiled adoptive sister, Tatum.
They were celebrating their engagement to merge their powerful families.
To keep me quiet, my adoptive mother, Eleanor, threatened to freeze my brother's medical trust fund unless I attended the party to play the supportive sister.
Instead, I discovered Eleanor had been embezzling from my brother's life-saving fund to cover her own bad investments.
The nightmare worsened when a drunken Ryder cornered me in my apartment stairwell.
"Once I marry Tatum, Eleanor is giving me control of Liam's trust fund to buy out my father's board members."
He planned to drain my brother's medical money, dump Tatum, and keep me as his mistress.
For a decade, I suffered their abuse hoping for a shred of decency, only to realize they were plotting to leave my brother to die on the streets for corporate greed.
Calling the police wouldn't stop these billionaires. I needed absolute power.
Remembering the dark, predatory gaze of Jaren Jarvis—the ruthless billionaire who had watched me fight back at the party—I canceled my call to 911.
If they wanted to destroy my only family, I was going to use the devil himself to crush theirs.
8.5
I was engaged to Gorden Barron, fully believing I was about to marry the love of my life.
Then his secret lover, Bettye, was diagnosed with aplastic anemia. Gorden fell to his knees and begged me to be her bone marrow donor.
"Angie, I know I messed up, but she's dying. You're the only match."
I agreed, wanting to be the bigger person. But the moment the harvest was over, the nightmare began. A severe infection set in, and my fever wouldn't break. Gorden's visits became shorter, then stopped entirely.
As I lay in the sterile hospital room, my bones aching and my body failing, I scrolled through my phone and saw his latest post.
Gorden and Bettye were tanned and healthy, sipping cocktails on a yacht in the Mediterranean.
The caption read: "Grateful for second chances. My true love."
I threw my phone across the room and screamed until my throat bled. I was nothing but a human blood bag to them, completely discarded the moment I was empty. I nearly died in that cold room, saved only by a top-tier specialist someone secretly paid millions to fly in.
Five years later, I've finally returned to New York.
I didn't come back to get revenge on Gorden. He isn't worth my time.
I came back for the man who secretly held my hand and wept by my deathbed—Gorden's cold, untouchable older brother, Dalton.
This time, I'm going to make him mine.