Claimed By The Arrogant Billionaire

{Eva's POV} I stood speechless at a corner in the room, watching Mr. Owen buckle up his shirt and cover up his masculine physique. I couldn't believe my ears that I just had a one-night stand with the richest bachelor in Dominic City. How was this possible? How did I get into his hotel room? "I don't have money to compensate you," I said at last, my voice low. "Well, you need to start with taking care of my sperm, as I didn't have any protection last night, and I wouldn't want an unknown woman to have my child," he said, his tone firm, and I nodded. "I will do that," I replied, but he scowled. "I don't trust you," he said, as he brought his phone and contacted a number. "Pete, get me a pack of contraception and ensure that it is not expired," he ordered, his tone firm. The call ended, and I was still standing in a corner in the room after seeing the video evidence that I was the one who had rushed into his room and demanded that he sleep with me. "Can I at least have my bath

{Eva's POV} Arriving at the White Estate gate where Cruz lived, the taxi pulled to a stop in front of the gate. My only brother, Cruz, got married to Maddison Brooklyn, a rich man's daughter, and she was too pompous and proud. She got along with my older sister, Elora. Sighing, I walked up to the gate to meet the estate security man. "Yes, who are you here to see?" The tough-looking security man in black uniform asked me. "Um, I am here to see my older brother, Cruz Brooks. He lives in the estate," I replied, as I was already exhausted. On a Saturday morning like this, I knew that I should have been at home resting. But here I was, standing in front of an estate gate. "Call him," the security man stated, before he ordered for me to stand aside, and I knew that I wouldn't be allowed entry into the estate gate. Pulling out my phone, I called my older brother, Cruz. However, I was stunned when I saw a black Rolls Royce Phantom driving into the estate gate, as the White Estate was k

EVA'S POV: “Cruz, is this what you want? To break up with me because of your slut of a sister?” Maddison shrieked, but Cruz stood unfazed. “Yes, babe. Your brother got kicked out by your parents because of his bad-boy lifestyle at college, and you accommodated him. Why can’t you accommodate my own sister?” Cruz asked, his tone sharp. Maddison fumbled for words. “You can’t compare my brother to your sister. Noah’s issues are different. Fine—if Eva stays, I don’t want to see her anywhere near the company. She’s fired!” Maddison declared and turned to go back upstairs. My brother sighed and faced me. “Come on, Eva, let me show you to the guest room. Tomorrow, I’ll go with you to see our parents once they’ve calmed down,” Cruz said. I stood there, worried. “Cruz, I don’t want you and your wife having marital problems because of me,” I said. “Don’t worry. I’ll talk to Maddison,” he replied. I noticed Noah sitting on the couch, his brown eyes fixed on me. “Come on.” Cruz led me to the

EVA'S POV: "I'm being honest with you, Maddison. Ethan doesn't like his secretary coming late to work or fumbling at business meetings. You know Owen Group has many businesses, so he's very busy. Also, he hates when his secretary gawks at him. His rules are many, from what I hear, but it works for me. He hasn't cheated since we started dating. It's our families who arranged our engagement, so I consider myself lucky to have a man like him," Freya said happily, and I nearly coughed out my lungs hearing that Ethan hadn't cheated on Freya. 'Wasn't Ethan the same man who plastered hickeys all over my body?' Well, I was the one who rushed to him, so perhaps he truly hadn't cheated on Freya. "Mmm. That sounds nice. But my husband's sister is a hooker. She broke up with her ex-boyfriend to sleep with a wealthy man for money. So I'd advise you to keep your man in check before she snatches him," Maddison stated, her voice stern as she glared at me. Freya laughed it off. "Forget about how be

[Ethan Owen] The previous Friday night, I decided to stay in my hotel after completing a business deal. What I had not expected was for a young woman to rush into my room and mount upon me on my bed. “Take me,” she begged, her voice alluring, her hands reaching over my robe to strip it off. I was stunned for a moment, not knowing if she was a setup sent to destroy me. I was a billionaire CEO in Dominic City. Although my parents were pressing for me to get married and they even arranged a bride for me, Freya Dallas, who was my father’s best friend’s daughter. Her grandparents and my father’s parents were close friends. So because of this, my family wanted me to marry her. Freya was a model here in Dominic City, and she anchored as a television broadcaster too. I had an irritation toward women. They didn’t love me and were only after my money and fame. In short, I hadn’t taken a liking to anyone. I hadn’t been in a serious relationship either. It was just business and empowering