All Chapters of Reclaimed By The Ruthless Billionaire CEO : Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

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Fake Identity, Fake Documents

My mother had died years ago. I was certain of that—as certain as I was of my own name. I had lived on my own all my life, struggling to make ends meet, scraping together pennies just to survive another month. I had never had a mother figure in my life, never known the warmth of a maternal embrace or the comfort of a voice that called me daughter. Who was this woman who posed to be my mother? What did she want from me? "Elena, she said she saw you on TV. She recognized you immediately," Maggie said, her voice laced with concern. "Mag, it's probably a scam call," I said, forcing a dismissive laugh. "Any random person could send that call in just because I'm with Adrian now. People come out of the woodwork when they smell money." "She sounded genuine," Maggie insisted, and I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. "Even lies sound genuine too," I said, rolling my eyes even though she couldn't see me. "That's what makes them convincing." "She's a bit pushy," Maggie admitted afte

Family Dinner

The thoughts of who I had to become lingered in my mind throughout the entire flight. No matter how many times I tried to push them away, they kept circling back. I could feel my heart leap out of my chest when we finally landed in Milan, the wheels of the private jet kissing the tarmac with a jarring thud that sent a tremor through my entire body. It was 4:50pm. Adrian and I had come down from the private jet, descending the narrow steps with grace, as we were escorted by a group of staff who handled our luggages with white-gloved hands to the outside of the airport where the car that was to take us to god knows where was already waiting. "Smile," Adrian said under his breath, his voice barely audible. I wondered why he told me to smile—we had barely stepped off the runway—but what I saw next left me disoriented for a minute. Outside the airport, beyond the glass doors and the security barriers, was a crowd of reporters. They held their cameras aloft like weapons, the fla

Ominous Family Tradition

The knock on the door suddenly stopped.One moment it was there—relentless, demanding, pounding against the wood like a fist determined to break through—and the next, nothing. Just silence. The silence of the room engulfed me completely. My thoughts raced back to the piece of paper in my hand, still crumpled between my trembling fingers. Leave now. The words seemed to burn through the paper, searing themselves into my palm. Who had written that? Who had placed it inside that heel, in this room, knowing I would find it? Was it a warning from someone who knew something I didn't? Or was it a trap, meant to send me running straight into something worse?I stood up, my leg shaking beneath me, the earlier impact from tripping over the heel now throbbing with a dull ache. My breath came out a bit ragged, uneven. I took in deep breaths, slow and deliberate, trying to calm myself. “Breathe, Elena. Just breathe.” I walked out of the bar, the paper still in my hands, my fingers gripping it s

24 Hours Till My Wedding

"We've spoken about this before," Adrian said, he finally lifted his gaze from his plate, paying full attention to what was unfolding on the table. "That family tradition ends with me."The atmosphere was tense, so thick I could almost taste it on my tongue. His father stared at him as if wanting to rip him apart, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles twitching beneath his skin. My eyes darted from Adrian, to his father, then to his grandmother, trying to read the room, trying to understand what was happening. My heart pounded so loudly I was certain everyone at the table could hear it."Adrian, this is our tradition," his father reprimanded, his voice low and commanding. "She's not going to carry my child before marriage!" Adrian said, his voice rising for the first time since we had arrived. He clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white as if he was about to punch someone. Carry his child?The words hit me like a physical blow. That was not included in the contra

The Unwanted Guest

I walked into the hotel feeling a bit dizzy from throwing up, my legs unsteady beneath me, my stomach still churning with an uncomfortable queasiness that refused to subside. The lobby was grand, with marble floors that gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, but I barely noticed any of it. My vision swam slightly at the edges, and I had to focus on putting one foot in front of the other just to stay upright.Fortunately, the receptionist spoke a little bit of English—broken but understandable—and I was able to find my way around the hotel down to my room. She handed me a key card with a polite smile, her eyes lingering on my disheveled appearance for a moment too long before she looked away. I mumbled a thank you and made my way to the elevator, leaning against the cool metal wall as it ascended.The room was spacious, elegant, but I barely registered any of it. My body was screaming for rest, for relief. I walked straight into the bathroom, and turned on the faucet. Th

A Bullet For My Bride

Something in me had snapped at the sight of Victoria, standing there in all her fairly used glory like a hand-me-down designer bag that had seen better days. At that moment, I knew I had to hit her where it hurt if I was going to survive her intimidation. She had walked in like she owned the place—and my future husband, apparently—and I was not about to let her bulldoze me in front of Ivy and a rack of couture that cost more than most people's houses.My blood ran cold. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice a mix of anger and dread."Why wouldn't I be here? I have eyes everywhere, Elena. I know everything in Milan. Including the fact that you're trying to marry a man who should be mine."Her eyes gleamed with malice, part of me wanted to laugh, scream, cry, and throw up all at once. The nausea from earlier hadn't fully gone away, and Victoria's presence was not helping.Instead, I smiled. The kind of smile that said, "I'm not scared of you." Even though I was. Even though my p

A Trip To Monaco

"Mrs. Blackwood? Are you okay?" The driver asked, his voice laced with panic. He turned, his eyes scanning my body frantically to see if I was hurt. Technically, his life would be on the line if anything had happened to me. I could practically see the calculation behind his eyes—if she dies, I die—and honestly, that made me feel slightly better. At least someone cared about my survival, even if it was for selfish reasons."I'm fine," I said, not sure if I was telling the truth or just trying to convince myself. My hands were shaking, my heart was pounding, and I could still see the body on the pavement in my mind. The way the person had crumpled like a discarded puppet. But I was alive. That had to count for something.A notification came in, but it wasn't on my phone—it was the driver's. He glanced at his phone, and in a swift move, he stepped on the gas and drove off. He reversed like a pro, tires screeching against the asphalt as he executed a maneuver that would have made a stu

Back To New York

I didn't know how he would react. Would he shout? Would he strike back? Would he have me escorted out and thrown into the streets of Monaco like yesterday's trash? I could feel my heart against my ribs as I waited for the explosion.Adrian straightened himself, maintaining his composure like he had not just had a slap on his face. The red mark was already blooming on his cheek, a vivid reminder of what I'd done. His gaze darted towards the two men who stood by the door. With that, they stepped out without a word. The door closed behind us with a soft click, and suddenly his presence felt more dominant, more overwhelming. It was just the two of us now, and the room seemed to shrink around me.He didn't say anything. He didn't even try to caress his face to reduce the pain. His expression remained cold and indifferent, as if I had merely swatted a fly instead of delivering a full-force slap to his face.With a slow pace, he walked towards me. I didn't move. I stood there, my legs roo

On The News Again?

I was not the type with secrets. Okay, maybe I have some things no one knows about—girls' stuff, the kind of things you take to the grave like your first celebrity crush or that time you accidentally called your teacher "Mom." But that didn't stop my brain from working overtime, spinning conspiracy theories like a tinfoil hat convention, wondering what could be wrong now.Another scandal?Was it about Adrian and me this time? My patience was running thinner than my bank account before this contract. While she was typing, I dialed her phone. She picked up at the second beep.There was silence on the other end before she said something, her voice coarse as if she had had a long night of partying. Or crying. Or both. Knowing Maggie, probably partying until she forgot her own name."You won't believe it," she muttered."I won't believe it if you don't tell me, of course," I said, my curiosity eating me up from within like a hungry little gremlin with a personal vendetta."It's about Adri

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