All Chapters of MR. BILLIONAIRE'S LITTLE SLAVE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ATLAS I sat in my office at VV Company, the city skyline stretching out behind me. I had just summoned the General Manager the only person in this entire building allowed to see my face. I’m meticulous about my privacy. I keep my identity hidden from the public for a reason I have no interest in being prey for the social climbers and gold-diggers who spend their lives trying to trap a billionaire. That was exactly why I chose to hire a companion a woman bound by a contract, not by pretenses of love. When I first met Maya, I was struck by her eyes. They were innocent, almost haunting, and she was undeniably gorgeous. I knew instantly that she was different from the others. But despite the pull I felt toward her, I made a conscious choice to treat her like a servant. I make her feel like a slave, and I don’t regret it for a second. It’s the only way to ensure she understands the boundaries I’ve set. If I am cold, she won't get close. If I am ruthless, she won't

The party was in full swing, celebrating the engagement of Atlas and Nathalie. Everyone seemed thrilled for the happy couple, though I couldn't help but find the pairing repulsive. I had expected a grander venue, but Atlas chose to host it right here at his villa.I was upstairs in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed. I had come prepared to finally confess my feelings to the arrogant, cold-hearted CEO. More importantly, I held a brown envelope containing my positive pregnancy test. He deserved to know the truth it was his fault, after all. He was the one who had been giving me those "vitamins" that were clearly meant to ensure I conceived.Hearing footsteps, I panicked and scrambled under the bed just as the door swung open. To my horror, it was Atlas and Nathalie. Please, Lord, I prayed, let them just talk no sex.Don't let anything happen while I'm pinned down here.“I didn't hurt Maya anymore,” Nathalie’s voice rang out, sharp and possessive. “But you know me, Atlas—I

Attacking Atlas didn't give me the peace I expected. Instead, it was like throwing fuel on a literal flame my hatred has grown so cold that love can no longer touch it. Every time I see my brother’s face in his pictures, I’m reminded of what they stole—and it brings me a twisted sense of purpose. I’ll stay hidden until my baby is born, but my silence is only temporary. I am returning to New York to settle the score, and when I do, I will burn their world down. No one escapes. No one gets mercy.”I reached for my phone on the table and spent a few moments scrolling through social media, watching the old videos of Leo and me. Hearing his voice always brings me a sense of peace. But as I was lost in those happy memories, a notification flashed across my screen. It was a post from a fan page dedicated to Nathalie.#NathalieIsGettingMarried#TheGownPriceIsInsaneI scrolled down to see a comment 'The wedding is next week! We’re so excited to see the famous model finally marry the billionair

After laying eyes on Atlas at the masquerade ball, something ignited inside me – a fire that whispered I’m ready to play. But when Nathalie crossed my path that same night? My soul practically snarled, craving to drag her down into the depths. Every fiber of my being itches to make them both pay for what they’ve done.Before heading to the Volkov meeting today – the day we’d face each other again – I drove out to my brother Leo’s grave. The morning mist clung to the cemetery grass, cold against my skin as I traced my fingers over his tombstone. The name LEO ASHBURN was etched deep, and I whispered my promise low enough for only the earth to hear: “I’ll get justice for you. No matter what.”“Hey, Maya– we need to head out soon,” Kara called from behind me, her voice soft but urgent.I didn’t turn around. “Change of plans. I’m going to the meeting personally. You’re my assistant, Kara – go back to the office and handle things there.” My tone left no room for argument, and I heard her

Today was the day. After months of grueling preparation, our debut collaboration with the Volkov House was finally ready to hit the runway. I did a final sweep of the venue, my eyes catching every detail the stitch-work on the avant-garde coats, the lighting hitting the silk just right, and the frantic but rhythmic energy of the backstage crew. This wasn't just a fashion show it was meant to be a seismic shift in the industry.We had secured the most elite supermodels from France—a feat made much easier with Josh’s influence—and our list of investors and sponsors read like a Who's Who of global wealth.I took a long, steadying breath, the weight of the moment finally hitting me."Kara, this is it," I whispered, more to myself than her. "The beginning of everything.""I see it, Maya. It’s perfect," Kara replied, adjusting the clipboard in her hand.I turned to her with a sharp, focused look. "Well, go get yourself ready. You’re the one taking the stage. Remember, as far as the world