Claimed By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Clenching tightly unto my heart, at last the City's famous cold hearted billionaire couldn't take it anymore and cried ever so horribly. Damn, what a shitty story indeed!

"Liar. DNA said—" Damien laughed, holding a drive. "Faked. Victor hid me to control you all. Now, sign the empire over, or I gut your sister." Noah circled, gun ready. "Shoot him, Ethan." But Damien hit a button screen lit: Video of them. Ethan balls-deep in Noah's ass, filthy dirty talk echoing. "Leaked from your penthouse cams. World sees the billionaire heir as a cock-hungry fag. Stock tanks." Ethan lunged, but Damien fired grazing Noah's leg. Blood sprayed. Noah dropped, cursing. "My thigh fuck!"

“You want me to stay alive just so I can chase some mystery?” “I want you to stay alive because you nearly died,” she shot back. “And there are people who still want you dead.” Elias leaned back against the pillows with a groan, his body reminding him he was still broken. “I’m a billionaire. I probably make enemies every time I open my mouth.” “And not all of them play fair.” He didn’t reply. Instead, his eyes scanned her face again, slower this time. She could almost feel him studying her, measuring her reactions, her expression, her voice.

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

I was in my office, doing as much work as I can before I left, when Damien barged in without knocking. "The youngest billionaire at the age of twenty-seven, Hawkins Pride," he said dramatically and threw the magazine where I recently did an interview on my table and I cringed when I saw myself on the front page. "Not only is he one of the richest men in the country, a self-made, but he's also the most sought-after bachelor." He continued to tease me and I threw a pen at him. "Fūck you. Get your ugly face out of my office." Damien laughed before he turned serious. "I'm afraid not, boss. Baldy from Peterson Corp. wants to sue you."

She hesitated before answering. “Elena Romano.” The voice on the other end was smooth, calculated. “Miss Romano. I hear you’re in the market for a new ally.” She straightened. “Who’s asking?” A low chuckle. “Someone who can help you bury Killian Graves.” Elena’s pulse quickened. She already knew who it was. Marcus Langley. A billionaire with just as much power as Killian—except he preferred to stay in the shadows, pulling strings instead of making himself a target.

“That’s it.” The next morning, they both bore bruises—hers physical, his emotional. Still, Zara showed up to the war council meeting at the Crescent Court. Ruby met her at the gate with two espresso shots and a grim expression. “You made the news.” Zara blinked. “What?” Ruby pulled out her phone. A supernatural gossip blog blazed across the screen: > “Beast Billionaire’s Human Mate Linked to Ancient Blood Curse” Sources say the new Luna may not survive her first transformation. Victor Vale calls for firm investigation.

Zara pointed a chopstick at her. “With all the work you’ve been making me do, you better prepare to give me a two-month vacation to Greece. And you’re the one sponsoring it.” Aria nearly choked on her drink. “Why would I sponsor it?” Zara lifted up her fingers. “One, you’re a billionaire now.” “I’m not a billionaire,” Aria protested. “The company just earns a few millions.” Zara ignored her. “Two, you’re my best friend. Whatever you own, I own it too.”

“You do.” “I’ve known you for less than ten minutes.” “And you’ve already decided everything about this arrangement.” “Because I know what I want and I'm paying you for the job.” His answer was so direct that I almost laughed. “You really are a billionaire.” His expression changed slightly, “What does that mean?” “It means you’re used to getting what you want.” “Usually.” I smiled, “At least you’re honest.” “So are you. You’ve questioned every part of the agreement.”

Just as I was about to speak, he handed me over to his bodyguards and walked towards the guy who seemed to be laughing mischievously. “And so…who the fuck do you think you are?!” The guy was not done talking when he got punched instantly, causing his nose to bleed as everyone shouted in awe. “Wooahh,” Just as they were still in a fistfight, I could hear some ladies admiring my one-night stand from behind as my wolf sense heightened. “Mr. Lucian…woah! He's the youngest billionaire ever. And he has been single for a long time. She must be a lucky one,” one of the females standing behind me whispered to her friend