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2025-10-01 19:20:04
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Claimed by the billionaire The risk
Elizabeth POV I had already made up my mind, I was helping Jessica today, no matter what. The problem was figuring out how to do it without Christian finding out. That man had eyes and ears everywhere in New York. One wrong move and he’d know before I even left the driveway. I thought about using my card, but what if the notification popped up on his phone? I wasn’t risking it. I scraped together what little cash I had lying around, but it wasn’t nearly enough for hospital bills. Then an idea hit me. I walked straight to Christian’s study, punched in the code, and slipped inside. He always kept cash in one of the safes. It wouldn’t hurt to borrow some. If he asked later, I’d just say I went shopping and paid cash. Simple. I opened the first safe and my face scrunched up. A neat pile of my ripped panties sat there, the ones he’d torn off me in the heat of the moment. Christian was something else, through and through. I closed it quickly and tried the second safe. It clicked ope
Claimed by the billionaire Tyrant
CHRISTIAN POV “You better keep your wife away from my wife. I don’t want to see her anywhere near my house.” I glared at Alexander as I carried Elizabeth over my shoulder like a sack of drunk, giggling trouble. The bar door swung shut behind us with a heavy thud. The cool night air did nothing to sober her up. Alexander snorted, trying to pry Tessa’s fingers off his face while she kept poking his cheeks and laughing. “How about you warn the other two?” He jerked his chin toward Kim and Billie, who were being half-carried, half-shoved into his assistant’s car. “Why does it always have to be my wife?” “Because yours is the ringleader,” I shot back. “She’s closer to Tessa. Epitome of all her bad decisions.” Alexander scoffed, finally getting Tessa into the backseat. “She’s only helping her get away from your tyranny for a few drinks.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m not a tyrant.” I huffed. “Whatever you say, Miller.” He slammed the door and gave me a mocking salute before climb
Claimed by the billionaire Honeymoon review
ELIZABETH POV "Take off the jacket, Liz, or I’m pouring this shot down your dress." Billie didn't even look up from the tablet, her finger aggressively slamming the screen to queue our karaoke songs. "We came here to get wild, not watch you sit there like a chaperone." "I'm pregnant, Billie, not dead," I said, but I kicked off the silk blazer anyway and shoved it to the side of the booth. "Barely pregnant," Kim chimed in, dragging a plate of loaded fries over. "You don't even have a bump yet. You just have an excuse to make Christian buy you whatever craving you want at three in the morning." Across the table, Tessa let out a loud, breathless laugh, slumping back into the seat. She looked completely wiped, but it was that specific, flushed kind of tired that had absolutely nothing to do with a long flight. I nudged her leg under the table. "Alright, Tess. Spill. You’ve been back for two days and you and Alex were practically trying to merge bodies on my couch earlier. How wa
Claimed by the billionaire Diaper crisis
ELIZABETH POV I had just finished dressing up to hang out with the girls tonight. Alexander had already dropped Tessa off at our place, and I was just about to leave the room when the unmistakable scent hit me. The whole bedroom suddenly reeked of baby shit. I stopped in my tracks, glaring at Daniella. She stood there on her unsteady little legs, looking up at me with wide, innocent eyes. I could have sworn she intentionally chose the exact moment I put on a designer dress to poo in her diapers. "Oh, you did not just do that," I muttered, hurdling her up in my arms. I grabbed the bag of diapers from the vanity and marched into the bathroom. The second I laid her on the changing mat, she started squirming like a fish out of water. “No, Mummy! No change!” she squealed, kicking her chubby legs and trying to roll away. “Baby, you’re stinky. Come on, just two seconds.” I wrestled the dirty diaper off while she giggled and twisted, smearing a bit on my arm. By the ti
Claimed by the billionaire For good
CHRISTIAN POV It’s been five thousand, eight hundred and twenty-five days since Red walked back into my life, and it still feels like yesterday. My feelings for her have never changed. If anything, I’m even more down bad for my wife. Every year I get on my knee and propose to her again. It will stay that way until I take my last breath. She’s all I live for. Her and our little family. I love being a father. But most of all, I love being her husband. My entire world revolves around her. One small shift in her mood and my axis tilts. So the second she walked in with Hope, eyes slightly downcast, I knew something was wrong. I moved toward them quickly. Hope lunged forward. I bent, scooped her up. “Hey baby, how was grocery shopping?” She clapped excitedly. “It was fun! I got lots of orange and apple juice.” Then she added sheepishly, “Oh… and we saw a thief. I think Mummy knows the person.” That explained the shift in Red’s mood. I set Hope down and pulled Elizabeth into my a
Claimed by the billionaire The past
ELIZABETH POV Hope and I were in the grocery store, walking down the aisles picking up what we needed. She looked like a little star in her black hoodie, grey joggers, and Chanel shades. It was funny how much her style had changed. My baby used to be obsessed with bright colors and anything strawberry. Now if I bought her a strawberry dress she’d look at me like I didn’t like her anymore. “Mum, can we grab some peanut butter too?” she asked, tilting her shades up. “Yes, baby. Anything you want.” I was busy looking for formula for Daniella when shouting suddenly erupted from the next aisle. “Thief!” “That’s a thief!” People started running, chasing whoever it was. I moved to push Hope out of the way when a shoulder slammed into me hard, trying to shove past. Pain shot through my arm. I winced, stumbling. Hope was beside me in a second, small hands gently holding my arm. “Lizzie?” The voice I hadn’t heard in years spoke. The thief. It wasn’t a man. It was Jessica. My
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