All Chapters of Tamed by the Ruthless Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

CONTENT WARNING:This story contains mature and intense themes: forced proximity, emotional struggle, possession, obsession and situations that some readers may find disturbing. The story narrative explores complex dynamics of power and non consensual scenes in fictional settings. Characters evolve and experience significant growth and transformation. Readers discretion is strictly advised.***~She was his collateral, held against her will. He was her captor, his obsession. From enemies to lovers, neither would walk away unchanged.~CHAPTER ONETHE COMINGThe staircase of the Adams’ mansion was structured in a curvy manner. The tiled floor shined faintly under the florescent light. Despite the beauty of the architectural style, the mansion felt void tonight – too peaceful, as if holding its breath. The air was thick and tense, conveying a sense of dread that clung to the walls of the mansion. There was a heavy silence in the mansion as it was past midnight. A man labored breathing a

Ivan didn’t speak during the ride back home. He sat in the back seat of the black SUV, with his legs part and his fingers drumming once against his thigh before curling into fist.The moment he stepped out of his car, the night air hit his face — cold and useless against the fire raging beneath his skin.“Fuck,” he muttered, trying to adjust his suit jacket to cover the obvious bulge. He didn’t slow down and walked through the grand doors, walking hastily and made a beeline to the master’s suite.The moment the door shut behind him, he pulled his suit jacket off and tossed it aside, followed by his tie as he yanked it off his neck. He picked up the landline beside the bed, growling one word, “Maid.”He didn’t wait long. A soft knock was heard. The door creaked open. The maid stepped in, a young, well-proportioned at the where it matters, her eyes lowered to cover the smile on her face.“You called, sir?” she asked, voice polite, almost shy, but the blush in her cheeks betrayed her ant

Ivan’s mansion was located at the heart of Century Center. The most expensive residence in the United States. The black SUV entered a big tall black gate and came to a halt as it entered the garage. Ellen came down, surprise etched on her face as her gaze lingered on the mansion. Ivan smirked when he noticed her expression, didn’t bother about her and walked into the grand door. She slowly walked inside, her gaze still surveying everywhere.Inside, the air was cold, clean, and expensive. The floors were obsidian-polished stone that reflected low, ambient lighting. The walls wore matte charcoal with accents of deep mahogany. Every piece of furniture was handpicked, dark leather, sharp angles and custom built. Nothing was accidental.The mansion contained six bedrooms, ten bathrooms, a private gym, an indoor shooting range, and a wine cellar hidden behind a false wall. But Ivan rarely entertained. The massive lounge, with its low-slung Italian sofas and glass fireplace, was mostly silen