Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Heir
I am a widow trapped in the powerful McMahon family, relying solely on my late husband's trust fund to survive.
But my biggest nightmare isn't my cruel in-laws; it's Kain, the ruthless heir to the empire.
He just announced his engagement to a perfect, wealthy socialite, yet he refuses to let me go. He dragged me into the shadows at his own engagement party, bruising my wrists and branding my neck, warning me that I will always belong to him.
When my mother-in-law spotted the hickey Kain left on me, she assumed I was just sleeping around. To keep my trust fund under her control, she forced me to marry Spencer, a sleazy, useless cousin.
I desperately agreed to the arrangement, hoping that becoming a married woman would finally make me off-limits to Kain.
But I underestimated a madman's obsession.
Kain crashed our matchmaking dinner at the private club. With a single sentence, he bankrupted Spencer's company, terrifying him into giving me up.
"Do you really think you're worthy of a McMahon widow?"
He has everything—the power, the money, the perfect fiancée. Why won't he just leave me alone? Why must he keep me locked in this suffocating cage?
As Kain's leg hooked around my ankle under the table, trapping me right in front of his oblivious family, a cold realization washed over me.
Running from the devil wasn't going to work. If I ever wanted to be free, I would have to destroy him.
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Chapter 3
Adelia shoved against Kain's shoulder with all her strength. Her palms pushed into the hard muscle beneath his suit jacket, desperate to put even an inch of space between them.
"I'm ending this," she declared, her voice louder than she intended, fueled by a surge of adrenaline. "Tonight. Do you hear me? It's over."
Kain didn't move. He simply leaned back against the seat, his eyes half-closed, watching her struggle with an expression of mild amusement. He looked like a man watching a kitten batting at a ball of yarn.
"Are you?" he drawled. "Because from where I was standing, your eyes were on me all night."
The words hit their mark. Heat flooded Adelia's cheeks. She had been watching him. She couldn't help it. It was like staring at a car crash-you knew you shouldn't look, but you couldn't tear your eyes away.
"That was disgust," she snapped, the lie tasting sour on her tongue.
Kain's smile widened. He reached out, his hand moving with that deceptive laziness that always preceded violence. His fingers found the side of her neck, sliding slowly down from her ear to her collarbone.
He knew exactly where to touch. His fingertips traced a path along her sensitive skin, pressing lightly against the spot just below her ear that made her breath catch.
Adelia stiffened. She tried to pull away, but her body betrayed her. A shiver ran down her spine, and she held her breath, fighting the wave of heat that threatened to consume her.
Suddenly, a delivery bike shot out from a side street. The driver laid on the horn, the sound cutting through the quiet of the car.
The chauffeur slammed on the brakes. The massive vehicle lurched to a stop, the tires squealing against the asphalt.
The force of the stop threw Adelia forward. She lost her balance, her hands slipping from Kain's chest. She pitched forward, straight into his lap.
Her hands landed flat on his chest, her fingers splaying over the fine wool of his suit. Her legs tangled with his, her knees pressing into the leather seat on either side of his hips.
Kain's arms came up instantly. He wrapped them around her waist, locking her in place. He turned the accident into an embrace, pulling her tight against his body so that every inch of her was pressed against every inch of him.
In the darkness of the car, their breath mingled. The air between them crackled, the temperature skyrocketing. Adelia could feel the hard thud of his heart beneath her palm, or maybe that was her own heart, beating so fast it made her head spin.
She scrambled to sit up, panic clawing at her throat. "Let me go-"
His arms tightened like iron bands. He held her fast, refusing to let her retreat even an inch. He lowered his head, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"Your body," he whispered, his voice a low, sandpaper rasp, "is a lot more honest than your mouth."
Shame and anger burned in Adelia's chest, hot and acidic. Her eyes stung with tears she refused to shed. She pounded her fists against his chest, hitting him as hard as she could.
"Let me go!" she cried.
Kain didn't loosen his grip. If anything, he pulled her closer. One hand released her waist to grip her chin, forcing her face up to his.
He didn't hesitate. He crushed his mouth down on hers.
It wasn't a kiss. It was a punishment. It was a brand. His lips were hard and demanding, taking everything and giving nothing. He bit down on her lower lip, not gently, and the sharp taste of copper filled her mouth.
Adelia struggled, her hands pushing against his chest, her head trying to turn away. But his hand held her jaw in a vise, and his body was an immovable wall. She was trapped, overwhelmed by the scent of him, the taste of him, the sheer force of his will.
The car began to move again, picking up speed. Behind the partition, the driver silently pressed a button. The privacy screen slid up, sealing the back seat into a soundproof cocoon.
Kain broke the kiss. He pulled back just enough to look at her, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with a hunger that terrified her.
"Listen to me," he said, his voice cold and sharp. "As long as I don't let go, You will always be mine."
His thumb stroked her bruised lip, a gesture that was almost tender if not for the steel in his eyes.
"Dead or alive," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Someone else's wife or mine. You. Are. Mine."
Adelia slumped against the seat, the fight draining out of her. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over, tracking silently down her cheeks.
She stared at the privacy screen, at the dark glass that separated her from the rest of the world. She was in a glass box, speeding through the city, completely alone with a man who owned her body and soul.
Running was impossible. Fighting was useless.
She was never going to escape.
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Then, at a gala, he publicly announced his engagement to Aubrey Carroll-the girl who made my high school years a living hell.
He trapped me in his mansion, forcing me to become her personal servant. She tortured me daily, culminating in her brutally killing our dog, Charlie, with a garden trowel.
When her friends arrived, they joined in, stripping me half-naked and live-streaming my panic attack for the world to see.
The man who once promised to protect me watched as they destroyed me.
But as I lay bleeding out on the floor, it wasn't an ambulance that arrived. It was the private security of Alexzander Stevens-my estranged, billionaire grandfather.
He revealed I was his sole heiress, and now, we were going to make them pay for every last tear.
7.9
One night of deception.
A lifetime of consequences.
A bond that cannot be broken.
Nadia Williams is an Omega living in the shadows of the pack she once called home.
Since her father's death, she and her mother, Estelle, have been treated as outcasts by her ruthless uncle, Alpha Edwards. When her mother is framed for theft, Nadia is forced into a deal with the devil.
To save her mother's life, she must become a virgin substitute for her cousin, Danielle.
Her aunt, Katerina, offers a devil's bargain to set her mother free: Nadia must spend one night in the bed of the most powerful man in the country, the billionaire; Alpha Conrad Bradley.
The catch?
She must swap places with her spiteful cousin.
Conrad demands a virgin bride to secure his royal bloodline, and Danielle, Nadia's cruel cousin, has already forfeited her purity.
What begins as a desperate night of passion in the dark spirals into a web of hidden identities and betrayal.
Nadia survives the night and disappears, hoping to bury the shame of the encounter forever.
But fate has a different plan.
Desperate for a fresh start away from her uncle's shadow, Nadia secures a high-level position at Bradley Group of Industries.
As Alpha Conrad unknowingly hires Nadia at his company, an undeniable connection sparks between them.
Conrad is haunted by the scent of the woman from that night-a scent that doesn't match his fiancée, Danielle, but seems to cling to his new, brilliant employee.
As they work side-by-side, Nadia finds an unexpected and beautiful second chance at a life she thought was lost.
Yet, buried secrets threaten to destroy everything.
When the Alpha discovers the woman he truly bonded with, the fallout will be legendary.
7.0
Eight years ago, Alaina forced herself to say the most vicious, heartless things to break up with her fiercely loyal college boyfriend, protecting him from his billionaire family's wrath.
Now, she is a top maxillofacial surgeon, and Jarred Mcknight has returned as the ruthless CEO of Wall Street's most powerful corporation.
Their worlds collide in the ER, but Jarred isn't alone. He is accompanying his rumored heiress fiancée.
His eyes are pure ice. He treats Alaina with a suffocating, clinical detachment, fiercely protecting the heiress from Alaina's medical examination. The professional slap in the face shatters Alaina's heart all over again.
Later, at an exclusive restaurant, Jarred catches Alaina on a miserable, forced blind date. Still believing she left him for money and status, he publicly mocks her for working herself to the bone just to climb the ladder.
Her sleazy date, humiliated by the billionaire's sheer dominance, turns his bruised ego on Alaina. On the dark street outside, the lawyer aggressively grabs her arm, trying to force himself on her.
Alaina thought Jarred despised her. She thought he had completely moved on, leaving her to drown in the memories of the future they never had.
But why did Jarred suddenly explode from the shadows like a lethal predator, brutally snapping the lawyer's wrist just for touching her?
Pinning her trapped against the cold brick wall, Jarred's dark eyes burn with a terrifying, unhinged possessiveness.
"Is this the kind of garbage you date now?"
The eight years of separation mean nothing. The billionaire hasn't let her go, and this time, there is no escape.
9.3
"Adrian, why would you lie to me? Why would you let her push my mum like that?"
Yvonne's voice trembled, holding back tears.
Adrian smirked. "Wake up, Yvonne. You really thought I wanted you when Tricia was right here?"
That was how Adrian-her first crush, the boy she thought cared-chose to humiliate her in front of everyone as she was the cleaner's adopted daughter.
But fate had other plans.
Because the Diamond Belfort brothers-the heirs everyone adored were coming to their school in search of their missing heiress- baby sister. But the queen bee steals the chance that should have been hers. Then again, secrets don't stay buried forever. With her true identity waiting to explode, Yvonne must decide to rise from the ashes, claim her place, and bring down everyone who tried to destroy her.
Because the real heiress doesn't beg.
She takes rather.
Now, Yvonne is done playing small. It's her time to rise, reclaim her crown, and make everyone regret ever doubting her.
8.8
Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs.
On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles.
Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic, poor stepping stone" who was just there until he got his foot in the door.
Veronica threatened to ruin Clara's career forever.
Clara dumped him, packed her bags, and impulsively entered a contract marriage with a cold stranger she met at City Hall.
But her nightmare wasn't over.
When her mother suddenly needed a $200,000 emergency brain surgery, Clara was forced to take a demeaning extra gig to survive.
There, Veronica and her starlet friend cornered Clara.
They mocked her cheap clothes, ridiculed her new wedding ring as fake glass, and intentionally poured scalding coffee on her feet.
"Well, maid, you better clean that up."
Veronica laughed, forcing Clara to her knees to wipe up the burning liquid while snapping photos.
Clara swallowed her burning humiliation, secretly recording their abuse on her phone.
She endured the pain, desperate for the $300 day rate to save her mother's life, feeling entirely crushed by their overwhelming wealth and power.
What she didn't know was that outside the soundstage, her new contract husband—the man she thought was just a struggling, broke tech worker—was sitting in a sleek black Maybach.
He watched his wife kneeling on the floor, and his dark eyes filled with a lethal, terrifying rage.
8.9
Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed.
Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away.
But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree.
She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom.
Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move.
Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago.
Staring at the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test, she made a desperate vow: Beck Franco could never know she was carrying his child, and she had to disappear before he found out.