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The Ceo’s Unwanted Claim

The Ceo’s Unwanted Claim

Romance
last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-06
By:  BunnykooOngoing
Language: English
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Dark Romance

CEO

Age Gap

Adventurous

Drama

Possessive

Twisted

Weak to Strong

Arrogant

"You are trembling," Dante whispered, his hand sliding up my thigh, hidden beneath the white tablecloth of the crowded gala. "Please," I begged, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. "Please what?" He leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear, his grip on my leg tightening to a bruise. "Please stop? Or please... take me?" He dragged his thumb over my skin, ruining me in front of everyone, his eyes dark with a terrifying promise. "You belong to me, Evelina. And tonight... I’m going to make sure you scream it. *** Three million dollars. That was the price of my sister’s life. To save her, I sold myself to Dante Valenti. He is the king of Wall Street, a monster in a tailored suit who deals in acquisitions and ruin. He didn't just want my skills as a curator; he wanted me. My time, my freedom, and my absolute submission for five years. I thought I could withstand him. I thought I could keep my heart safe behind walls of hatred. But Dante doesn't just break walls; he burns them down. He strips away my defenses layer by layer, forcing me to play his dark, twisted games. He isolates me, controls me, and manipulates my reality until I don't know where the cage ends and I begin. He treats me like a prized artifact—something to be displayed, guarded, and owned. But as the lines between hatred and desire blur, I realize the terrifying truth: He doesn't just want to own my body. He wants to break my soul until I thank him for the chains.

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Littlecute00
Littlecute00
This book was going so good but no dante just had to become a grapist my journey ends here but i would really love to read it if in the end she doesn't ends up wth him
2026-02-03 03:58:50
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Littlecute00
Littlecute00
really hating this son of a bish now with every chapter he gets on my nerves pike a fvkn leech
2026-01-29 04:11:04
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lulu
lulu
author plzzz tell me when will he sufer im literally s!ck of him torchuring evelina plzzz tell me i beg u
2026-01-29 04:06:51
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Littlecute00
Littlecute00
im at chapter 21 and i just can't fvkn wait for the karma to hit him 100× w o. rse
2026-01-29 04:04:56
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Hkccnona
Hkccnona
I like ml aura
2025-12-31 11:16:20
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106 Chapters
Chapter 1
The silence in the waiting room of Valenti Capital was not empty; it was heavy, a pressurized weight that pressed against the eardrums and settled deep in the lungs. It smelled of ozone, chilled air, and money, vast, untouchable, quiet money. Evelina Thorne sat on the edge of a black leather sofa that looked more like a piece of brutalist sculpture than furniture. The leather was cold enough to bite through the thin, worn fabric of her skirt, sending a shiver racing up her spine that had nothing to do with the temperature. She sat with her spine rigid, her knees pressed together, her hands white-knuckled around the strap of her handbag. She had been waiting for forty-five minutes. Every minute was a calculated insult. Every tick of the silent, minimalist clock on the marble wall was a reminder that her time meant nothing, while his time cost thousands of dollars a second. Evelina closed her eyes for a brief moment, trying to steady the nausea rolling in her empty stomach. She hadn’
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Chapter 2
Evelina didn’t look back at Dante Valenti as she walked out of the office. She couldn’t. If she turned around, she was certain she would vomit on the pristine Persian rug. She fixed her eyes on the back of the assistant’s black blazer. The woman moved with a fluid, silent efficiency, like a shadow detached from a body. There was no sympathy in her posture, no judgment, just the mechanical execution of a task. Evelina followed her, her legs feeling like they belonged to someone else, someone weaker, someone who had just signed away five years of her life for the price of a signature. The hallway was a tunnel of expensive silence. The thick carpet swallowed the sound of their heels. The air conditioning hummed a low, artificial note that sounded like a held breath. Evelina clutched the strap of her bag against her ribs, trying to hold herself together. It’s done, she thought, the realization hitting her with the force of a physical blow. I did it. Chloe is safe. But the relief she ex
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Chapter 3
Waking up was not a slow, peaceful drift into consciousness. It was a sudden, jarring return to a reality Evelina prayed had been a nightmare. She gasped, sitting bolt upright in the massive bed, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. For a second, she didn’t know where she was. The air was too cold. The sheets were too smooth. The silence was too heavy. Then, the smell hit her, sandalwood, expensive cleaning agents, and the distinct lack of dust. Dante. She fell back against the pillows, the crushing weight of the previous day settling onto her chest like a concrete slab. She was in the tower. She was the property of the man upstairs. Evelina threw off the heavy duvet, the charcoal silk pooling around her waist. She looked at the digital clock on the bedside table. 06:00. She had slept in the clothes she arrived in, her worn cotton shirt and skirt. They were wrinkled now, smelling of yesterday’s sweat and fear, but they were the only things in this room that felt
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Chapter 4
The digital clock on the corner of the monitor blinked: 19:00. Evelina sat in the glass walled office attached to the suite, her body rigid in the expensive ergonomic chair. She had been staring at the glowing screen for six hours straight. Her eyes burned. Her stomach was a hollow, gnawing pit of hunger she refused to acknowledge. She was wearing the clothes Dante’s team had forced onto her earlier, a slate grey silk blouse that felt like ice against her skin and a pencil skirt so tailored it restricted her stride. They weren’t clothes; they were packaging. She felt like a product sitting on a shelf, waiting to be sold. But she wasn’t just a product. She was a weapon. Dante had given her a task: Audit the Sforza acquisition. It was a test. She knew it. He wanted to see if the “curator” was worth the millions he had paid for her sister’s life. He expected her to find the financial value. Instead, she had found a lie. Evelina leaned closer to the screen, her heart rate picking up
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Chapter 5
The elevator ride down to the private events wing took less than thirty seconds, but to Evelina, it felt like a descent into the underworld. The mirrored walls of the elevator box reflected her infinite shame. She saw herself multiplied a dozen times, a woman in a green silk dress that clung to her skin like a second layer of guilt, standing beside a man who looked like he owned the very air she was struggling to breathe. Dante didn’t look at her. He stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the floor numbers tick down. 5… 4… 3… “Do not fidget,” he commanded, his voice low, addressing her reflection in the steel doors. “You are nervous. It makes you look weak. And by extension, it makes me look weak. Stop it.” Evelina froze her hands, which had been picking at the side of her clutch. “I’m not nervous,” she whispered, though her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. “I’m nauseous. There is a difference.” “Swallow it,” Dante said. The doors slid open. The n
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Chapter 6
The penthouse was silent, but it was the silence of a bomb shelter after the sirens had stopped.Dante shoved Evelina through the front door. He didn't push her hard enough to make her fall, but hard enough to make her stumble, her heels catching on the polished concrete.He slammed the heavy door shut behind them. The lock engaged with a sound like a gunshot.Evelina spun around, her chest heaving. The green silk dress felt heavy now, suffocating, like it was coated in lead."You’re hurting me," she hissed, rubbing her arm where his fingers had dug in.Dante threw his tuxedo jacket onto the grey sofa. He didn't look at her. He walked straight to the wet bar, the movement sharp and violent. He poured a glass of amber liquid, no ice, and downed it in one swallow.He slammed the glass down on the counter. The crystal cracked.Only then did he turn to face her."You invited him," Dante said. His voice was low, a rumble of thunder that shook the room.Evelina blinked, confused by the sheer
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Chapter 7
"Look at yourself," he whispered against her ear.Evelina stared at her reflection, wild eyes, flushed skin, trapped in the embrace of the monster."The zipper is stuck," she sobbed. "Just cut it.""We do not destroy assets because we are frustrated," Dante murmured.He reached behind her. His hands were warm, steady, and infuriatingly calm. He brushed her hair aside, exposing the nape of her neck.He found the zipper. He didn't yank. He used his fingers to gently, methodically work the silk lining free from the teeth. He was close enough that she could feel the movement of his chest against her back.Zip.The sound was loud in the steamy room. The tension released. The dress pooled loose around her waist.Evelina slumped forward, the relief so intense it made her dizzy. "Thank you," she whispered, hating herself for saying it.Dante didn't step back. He kept his hands on her bare shoulders. He looked at her reflection in the mirror, his eyes traveling down the curve of her spine expos
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Chapter 8
The morning did not bring light; it brought a gray, suffocating heaviness that pressed against the glass walls of the penthouse. Evelina woke up on the rug in the living room, her body stiff, her neck aching. The secure laptop sat on the floor beside her like a dormant landmine. The screen was black, but the image of her own face lying to Count Sforza was burned into her retinas.She wasn't just a prisoner anymore. She was leveraged against herself.She dragged herself up, her joints popping. She felt hollowed out, scraped clean of hope. She walked to the kitchen, intending to drink water, but the elevator chime shattered the silence.It wasn't the soft, polite chime of a guest arrival. It was a low, industrial buzzer from the service lift.The heavy steel doors at the far end of the suite, doors she hadn't even noticed before, slid open with a grinding metal shriek.Two men walked in. They were massive, wearing gray coveralls stained with grease and dust. They pushed a heavy, wheeled
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Chapter 9
The hunger was a sharp, physical pain, but the shame was worse. Evelina sat on the floor of the glass-walled living room where Dante had left her, her knees pulled to her chest. The sun had moved across the sky, casting long, jagged shadows across the penthouse, turning the luxury suite into a cage of iron bars and gray light.She had tried to hack him. She had tried to find the truth about The Thorne Contingency. And she had failed within minutes.The elevator chime broke the silence.Evelina flinched. She expected Dante to return with a whip or a lawyer.But it wasn't Dante. It was Luca Rossi.The Head of Security stepped off the elevator. He wasn't looking at Evelina. He was looking at a tablet, his face grim. He walked straight to the wall panel that controlled the suite’s environment."Get up," Luca said. He didn't shout. His voice was flat, bored.Evelina scrambled to her feet, using the wall for support. "Where is he?""Mr. Valenti is busy cleaning up the mess you made," Luca sa
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Chapter 10
Time didn't pass in the dark; it stagnated.Evelina didn't know if she had been sitting on the cold marble floor for three hours or thirteen. The blackout shutters sealed the room in a tomb-like void. There was no hum of the refrigerator, no street noise, no light. Just the sound of her own shallow breathing and the terrifying, amplifying echo of her own thoughts.She had tried to walk the perimeter of the room, guiding herself with her hands against the wall, counting steps to keep her mind sharp. Forty steps to the kitchen. Twenty to the hallway. But the darkness disoriented her. She tripped over the ottoman, bruising her shin, and retreated to the corner of the rug, curling into a tight ball.This was sensory deprivation. It was torture.But the physical darkness was nothing compared to the darkness in her mind. Dante’s words replayed on a loop: You triggered a trace... You risked my empire.She had tried to be smart. She had tried to be a hero. And she had failed.The sudden click
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