Trapped By My Possessive Billionaire Ex
I spent four entire years successfully hiding from the man who used to control my life.
But today, my nightmare became reality when he suddenly appeared in my computer science lecture hall as a billionaire tech giant and our new Guest Teaching Assistant.
Under the shocked stares of hundreds of students, Holland Klein draped his custom suit jacket over my freezing shoulders, completely cutting off my escape.
He ruthlessly infiltrated every corner of my life within hours, hacking my highly private new phone number and forcing my sick, trembling body into his bulletproof Maybach.
He permanently blacklisted a senior student from the entire East Coast tech industry just for disrespecting me, and then used my dream internship to blackmail me into becoming his personal assistant.
"Since you can't even take care of yourself, I have no choice but to supervise you personally."
I was terrified, humiliated, and completely suffocated by his absolute control.
Why was this powerful monster haunting my life like a ghost, refusing to let me go after I ran away four years ago?
When he trapped me against the cold wall of his office and shoved the highly confidential competition data into my chest, daring me to prove I didn't need him, I finally made a choice.
Running was no longer an option; if I wanted my freedom, I had to beat him at his own twisted game.
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Chapter 5
At seven in the morning, Keeley pushed open the front doors of her dorm building. Her legs felt like they were filled with lead.
Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Dark, heavy circles bruised the skin under her eyes, and her lips were cracked and bloodless.
A sharp autumn wind blew past. She broke into an uncontrollable fit of coughing, wrapping her cheap coat tighter around her shivering frame.
She looked down at the piece of paper in her hand with the Brooklyn address. She started walking unsteadily toward the subway station.
Right at that moment, a pitch-black Maybach S680 glided silently to the curb right beside her.
The dark, bulletproof window of the backseat rolled down, revealing Holland's face. It was dark as a thundercloud.
His deep eyes scanned her swaying, fragile body like a radar. His eyebrows snapped together in a harsh line.
Hearing the engine, Keeley turned her head. When she saw him, she stumbled backward instinctively, like she had just seen a monster.
Holland didn't waste a single word. He shoved the car door open and stepped out, his long legs eating up the distance between them.
Panic flooded Keeley's veins. She turned around and tried to run toward the opposite street to escape his sight.
But the fever made her steps clumsy. Before she could take three steps, Holland's large hand clamped down hard on her thin wrist.
The burning heat radiating from her skin made Holland's expression freeze over. He harshly demanded to know why her phone was turned off.
Keeley struggled wildly. "Let me go!" she screamed, her voice hoarse and broken. "I have to go look at an apartment!"
Holland glanced at the crumpled piece of paper in her hand. A flash of violent rage ignited in his eyes.
He completely ignored her resistance. He bent down, scooped his arm under the back of her knees, and lifted her entirely off the ground.
Keeley let out a sharp gasp. Her feet dangled in the air. Her weak fists beat uselessly against his rock-hard chest.
A few early-rising Columbia students walked by, covering their mouths in shock at the aggressive scene.
Holland shot a lethal, warning glare at the bystanders. He carried her straight toward the Maybach.
The driver immediately pulled open the rear door. Holland shoved her struggling body into the luxurious interior.
Keeley scrambled toward the opposite door to escape, but Holland's massive frame was already inside. He slammed the door shut behind him.
The locks clicked with a sharp snap. Keeley was completely trapped in the airtight, opulent space.
"Dr. Evans' private clinic on the Upper East Side," Holland ordered the driver coldly.
Keeley pressed herself into the furthest corner of the leather seat. She glared at him with terrified, defensive eyes, like a wounded hedgehog.
Holland looked at the unnatural, feverish flush on her cheeks. He let out a heavy sigh.
Suddenly, he leaned forward. Ignoring her kicks and pushes, he dragged her forcefully into his broad chest.
He took off his cashmere overcoat-still warm from his body-and wrapped her up tightly like a cocoon.
Trapped in his embrace, surrounded by the heavy scent of cedarwood, Keeley felt a sickening, fatal sense of safety.
She wanted to bite his shoulder to protest, but the fever finally drained the very last drop of her energy.
Holland's large hand gently pressed against the back of her head, tucking her face into his chest.
Listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat as the Maybach drove smoothly through the city, Keeley's consciousness slipped into complete darkness.
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8.3
Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister.
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future.
But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse.
Marriage. Power. Revenge.
Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her.
There's just one problem...
Her new husband knows more about her past than he should.
And the closer she gets to revenge-
the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.
8.9
I sold myself into a loveless marriage for $500,000 just to afford my little niece's life-saving surgery.
But my new husband, Kash, despised me, completely convinced I was a shameless gold-digger after his assets.
At 2:00 AM, he called to demand I fulfill my end of our twisted bargain: giving him an heir.
He forced me to sign a supplementary agreement surrendering all custody rights before I was even pregnant, treating me like a rented womb he bought at auction.
When my niece's condition suddenly worsened and I desperately begged him for a $50,000 advance, he hurled a black credit card directly at my face, leaving a stinging red welt.
"Take the money and get out," he sneered, his eyes filled with absolute disgust.
He immediately set up real-time transaction alerts to track my every purchase, waiting to catch me on a selfish shopping spree.
He thought I was a parasite, completely unaware that every single penny went straight to the pediatric intensive care unit.
Even my abusive former guardians cornered me at the fertility clinic, loudly mocking me for selling my body while my niece was dying.
I endured the degrading contracts, the cold IVF appointments, and Kash's relentless contempt, suffocating under the weight of his cruel assumptions.
Why did he have to strip away my dignity when he already owned my life on paper?
But as I clutched the hospital receipt that finally secured my niece's surgery, the fear inside me died.
With a new career starting tomorrow and a high-powered lawyer suddenly stepping in to audit my stolen inheritance, I was done playing the helpless victim.
I was going to show my arrogant husband exactly what happens when you push a desperate woman too far.
9.1
Elise thought her life was finally falling into place. She turned down her father's company to work as executive assistant to Marcus Grey-the boy she's loved since childhood, now the powerful CEO she's devoted her life to.
But when Marcus proposes to another woman, Elise's world crumbles. Enter Sebastian Deluca-Marcus's tattooed, ruthless, long-estranged brother. He's everything Marcus isn't: dangerous, magnetic, and determined to take back his place in New York.
But, there's something odd about him.
Something changed since he arrived.
Bound by family secrets and a mutual desire to expose Marcus's fiancée, Elise and Sebastian form an uneasy alliance. But as sparks ignite between them, Elise must choose: remain loyal to the boy she thought she loved, or risk everything for the man who sees her as more than a shadow.
Some loves are safe. Others are consuming. Which one will she survive?
8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."
9.5
For nine years, I poured my soul into proving I was worthy of my wealthy boyfriend, Clayton Wright. I endured his endless, humiliating "tests," sacrificing everything for a place in his world.
But at our engagement party, the final test was revealed. He stood by as his ex-girlfriend, Anjelica, framed me for shattering a priceless family heirloom.
"You manipulative bitch!" he snarled, slapping me across the face. He then ordered his bodyguard to force me to my knees, grinding them into the sharp, broken fragments of the watch.
As I bled on the floor, he pulled out his phone and gave a single command: demolish my childhood home, the last piece I had of my deceased father.
He destroyed my past and my dignity, yet minutes later, my phone buzzed with a message from him.
"The engagement is just for show. I'll still marry you. You're my destiny."
That night, clutching the last of my father's life insurance, I booked a one-way ticket and vanished. He thought he had finally broken his little project, but he had just unleashed a woman with nothing left to lose.
8.5
Cecile jolted awake from months of prescription haze, only to realize she was trapped in a live reality show designed to destroy her.
Her billionaire husband had orchestrated the broadcast to publicly humiliate her and elevate his own PR image. He ordered her to follow a degrading script. What was worse, her five-year-old son, Damien, was genuinely terrified of her. When an empty wine bottle rolled across the floor, the tiny boy instantly threw his arms over his head, bracing for a hit.
The production crew shoved microphones into the trembling child's face, trying to trigger his trauma for ratings. The live chat cursed Cecile as a toxic abuser. The show's golden girl maliciously tried to poach Damien on camera to prove Cecile was an unfit mother. The crew even rigged the game, forcing Cecile and her son into a freezing, rotting mud shack with a collapsed roof. They were all just waiting for her to break down and beg.
"A toxic woman like you doesn't deserve to be a mother."
The crew read the hateful comments aloud, expecting a hysterical meltdown. The realization that she had been manipulated into destroying her own child hit Cecile like a physical blow. How could a father subject his own son to this public cruelty?
The weak, easily manipulated Cecile was dead. She threw the PR script away, rolled up her sleeves, and picked up a rusted hammer. This time, she would protect her son and tear down anyone who stood in her way.