Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reclaimed By The Ruthless Billionaire CEO : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Elena's POV At every corner, men and women in tailored suits and designer gowns—worth more than my rent—moved in effortless conversation, champagne glasses poised between manicured fingers. I stood at the other end, my hand smoothing my skirt and my other hand positioning the ID card hung on my neck. Elena Carter Journalist New York Times My gaze fell to the ID on my neck, I felt so proud. I had worked hard for this. A few years ago, I was running around every corner of New York City searching for stories that would make a good headline but now here I am, I was even invited to give a speech at the opening charity event where all notable elites from across the city were invited. Meanwhile, as I was drowning in my thoughts a familiar face walked up the podium, a face I had only seen on TV. He was draped in an expensive tuxedo and his hair styled in a perfect way to emphasize his better angle. He walked with grace and a dominant aura. The hall was filled with applause a

Elena’s POV The bed felt so soft, the smell from the bedsheet different from anything I had ever known. I rolled over, the bed quite bigger than the bed I was used to. My hands slowly patted the empty side of the bed, only to feel pillows. As I turned, a sharp beam of light flashed through the curtains, poking my eyes like an unwelcome intruder. I squinted immediately, my hands rubbing my eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. I turned to see a man standing by the window at the other end of the room, his silhouette outlined against the morning sun. I looked at the room, taking it all in. By the corner of the room was a mini bar with all kinds of wines in stock, their bottles gleaming like jewels. I turned, my eyes darting toward the empty wine glass on the bedside table, a half-burnt cigarette resting in an ashtray, and a half-filled glass of wine. My gaze went back to the man standing by the window. He was adjusting his cufflinks, his movements precise and unhu

Elena’s POV My eyes slowly opened, and all I could hear was the slow and subtle beeping from the pulse oximeter positioned opposite me. The sound was rhythmic, almost hypnotic, a mechanical heartbeat that reminded me I was still alive. A drip was fixated on my hand, the clear liquid flowing through the tube into my veins. I was confused. Where was I? I tried to sit up, but I felt a sharp pain on my head, and my memories surged—a flood of images and sensations that crashed over me like a wave. I was hit by an incoming car while trying to avoid the stranger who had called me. The stranger. The thought invaded my mind, and I quickly scanned the ward with my eyes in search of my phone, but it was nowhere to be found. Panic began to claw at my chest. In my state of confusion, a nurse walked in. She was a redhead with freckles that complemented her porcelain skin. She was slender, tall, and could pass for a model. Her presence was calming, but my anxiety overrode any comfort s

Elena’s POV I had no idea who this lady was or whatever connection she thought she had with me, and I was certainly not a gold digger. My entire life had been built on hard work and survival, not on clinging to wealthy men for a taste of their fortune. "I think you have mistaken me for someone else," I said, trying to ease down the boiling tension that crackled between us. "You're funny," Victoria said, letting out a loud and contagious laugh that echoed off the walls of the mansion. "Aren't you the alleged wife of Adrian?" Adrian? Why does that name sound familiar? I know this man. The name tugged at something in the recesses of my memory, a thread I couldn't quite grasp. "Who is Adrian? I have no idea who he is," I said, my hands gripping each other as goosebumps invaded my body, a cold wash of dread spreading across my skin. "Damn! He had to choose a psychopath over me," Victoria said in low murmurs, her eyes narrowing into slits. "What do you mean by that? Are you going cra

I had underestimated Adrian. He had everything under control—every thread, every loose end, every potential disaster. While I had been drowning in panic, he had been orchestrating a symphony of damage control. He contacted the company I worked for, offering them $1,000,000 for damages caused by my name attached to the scandal. The money was a silencing agent that made my bosses forget my existence entirely. He relocated my friend, Maggie, to Beverly Hills due to the backlash she had received after my disappearance. Everything went by too fast. The days blurred into each other like watercolors bleeding on wet paper. I felt like I was losing myself, the Elena who had once worried about deadlines and rent was becoming a stranger I could no longer recognize in the mirror. "Wear this for tonight," Adrian said, tossing a dress onto the large bed in the room.. "For Milan?" I asked, my brow furrowing. "Nope. For an event. We have to look the part," he said, already turning away as if