WANTED BY THREE BILLIONAIRES
ONE NIGHT. THREE BILLIONAIRES. A FORTUNE SHE NEVER KNEW EXISTED.
Elena Marshall's life implodes in a single evening—cheated on, fired, and left with nothing. When a mysterious stranger rescues her from an attack, their night together awakens something wild and desperate inside her. But one night of passion becomes three dangerous obsessions.
Ryder Cross—the reckless rebel who makes her forget everything on the back of his motorcycle.
Dante Moretti—the possessive protector who installs her in his safe house and watches her with predatory intensity.
Julian Hayes—the charming hotelier who makes her feel precious for the first time in her life.
Three powerful men. Three explosive connections. And Elena caught in the middle of their ruthless competition.
But as their pursuit intensifies, cracks appear in her reality. Someone is following her. Her past doesn't add up. And a letter arrives addressed to "Elena Ashford"—a name that doesn't belong to her.
Until she discovers it does.
Twenty years ago, billionaire Marcus Ashford was murdered and his five-year-old daughter vanished. Now Elena's memories are returning in violent fragments: blood on marble floors, a man dying, someone carrying her into the darkness.
She's the missing heiress. And the three men desperate to claim her? They all have ulterior motives tied to the night her father was killed.
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Chapter: THE CALM BEFORE THE STORMELENA'S POVBy the second morning, I had a routine.Not by choice. Routines, I was discovering, were something Dante Moretti imposed on a space the way gravity imposed itself on objects.I was absolutely falling into it.The house was also very quiet. I knew he had security around the house but it was like there were invisible because I never saw any of them. And I also discovered that he was rarely at work. I expected that they were time that he was going to be at work so I had more time to go through his house. "You need clothes," Dante said that morning, not looking up from his laptop.I looked down at the jeans I'd now worn for two days. They weren't wrong. "I have clothes."He turned a page. "Rosa will take you.""I don't need you to buy me clothes," I replied.“You know that it wouldn't cost me anything to let Rosa take you to get as many clothes as you need,” Dante said. “Going back to your apartment is not safe.”He pulled cards from his pocket and handed it to me without ch
Last Updated: 2026-02-21
Chapter: PRICE OF SAFETYELENA'S POVThe guest room smelled like cedar and expensive detergent.I stood in the center of it for a long moment after Dante's housekeeper, a woman who'd introduced herself as Rosa and smiled at me like she'd been instructed, then closed the door behind her. The room was bigger than my entire Queens apartment. The bed was also bigger than my entire Queens apartment. A blue duvet sat unrumpled. The cleanness showed that it was the kind of blue that had never met a takeout container or a midnight cry session.I sat on the edge of the mattress."You're going to stay here," Dante had said it like it was already decided. Like my opinion was a formality the situation couldn't afford.And the terrifying part, the part that kept my heart racing and my body glistening with sweat, was that he hadn't been wrong. I had nowhere else to go. My apartment was compromised. My job was gone. David had apparently signed my name to a debt he never intended to pay, and somewhere in this city, a man nam
Last Updated: 2026-02-21
Chapter: COLD SHEETS AND A NAMECHAPTER THREERYDER POVMy hand reached across the bed automatically, searching for warmth, for her, and found nothing but cold sheets.She was gone.I sat up slowly, running a hand through my hair, and looked around the bedroom. Her clothes were gone. The bathroom door stood open but there was no sound of water running, no hint of movement anywhere in the penthouse.She'd left. I should've expected it. Girls like her… the genuine ones, the ones who kissed like they were drowning and looked at you like you were the only thing keeping them afloat, they always ran. Especially the morning after, when reality came crashing back and they realized they'd spent the night with a stranger.But damn if it didn't sting a little.I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling, and let myself replay last night. The way she'd looked in that bar, devastated and defiant all at once. The way she'd kissed me like she was trying to erase someone else. The way she'd fallen apart in my arm
Last Updated: 2026-01-10
Chapter: BLOOD IN THE ALLEYELENA'S POVI stood on the sidewalk outside the penthouse building, staring at my phone like it held answers to questions I didn't know how to ask.Seven missed calls. All from the same unknown number. I deleted them without listening to the voicemails. Whatever they wanted, I couldn't handle it. Not today.I just needed to get back home, take a bathe and start looking for a job.My reflection stared back at me from a shop window as I walked—disheveled hair, yesterday's makeup smudged under my eyes… and my clothes, they smelled like him. What the hell had I done?I'd slept with a stranger. A man whose name I didn't even know. A man who'd knocked someone unconscious with a helmet and then taken me to his penthouse like it was the most natural thing in the world.And I'd let him.God, I'd more than let him. I'd begged him to kiss me. I'd wrapped myself around him like he was the only thing keeping me from drowning.My chest tightened. The memory of David's face swam before my eyes agai
Last Updated: 2026-01-10
Chapter: THE DAY EVERYTHING SCATTERSELENA'S POVThree hours into my shift at Viv's House Restaurant and I'd already dealt with two entitled customers who'd sent their steaks back three times, because wasn't bloody enough.But I knew that I had to work, the other option was ending up on the street, so I plastered a smile on my face as I approached table twelve, the strawberry milkshake balanced perfectly on my tray.After three years as a waitress, my fake smile looked real. My makeup hid the dark circles under my eyes. Dark circles that came from morning shifts at the diner, late nights doing online data entry until two a.m., and sleeping less than four hours for weeks."Here's your straw…" I started saying but the words died in my throat and the smile evaporated from my face.David Chen, my boyfriend of 5 years and fiancé for 1 year, sat in the corner booth of table twelve, and he was not alone. A woman in a dress that looks like it cost more than my monthly rent was pressed against his side, her manicured hand on his
Last Updated: 2026-01-10
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