Claimed by the Billionaire

Four years ago, a spiked drink completely ruined Elizabeth's life. Her envious step-sister, Jessica, paid off a bartender to drug her at a masquerade ball, leaving Elizabeth vulnerable to a masked stranger. When the two pink lines appeared on the pregnancy test, her father didn't hesitate. He slapped her across the face, called her a disgrace, and threw her out into the cold with nothing but a small duffel bag. For four years, Elizabeth raised her child alone, forgotten by the wealthy family that discarded her. Until the phone rang. The Harper family business was on the brink of complete bankruptcy. Desperate for a bailout, her ruthless father ordered her back to the estate. "You owe me," he told her coldly. "You'll marry Peter Johnson. He's sixty-five, and he's agreed to clear my debts." Meanwhile, Jessica was practically glowing. "I'm marrying Christian Reed," she bragged. Christian Reed wasn't just a billionaire; he was the most feared, powerful man in the city. A man who destroyed his enemies without a second thought. Elizabeth was locked in a spare room, waiting for an old man to come and claim her as his bought bride. The door handle clicked. But the man who stepped inside wasn't a sixty-five-year-old CEO. He was tall, incredibly handsome, and terrifyingly calm. He wore a tailored black suit that clung to him like sin itself. His pale eyes scanned the room before landing on Elizabeth. "Sign," he commanded, tossing a marriage contract onto the table. Elizabeth hesitated. "You're not Peter." "Sign the damn papers," his voice was low, razor-edged. Fearing her father's wrath, Elizabeth signed her name on the dotted line. She didn't realize that the man standing before her was Christian Reed himself. When Jessica burst into the hallway and saw what had happened, she screamed. "She stole my fiancé!" Her father tried to grovel, pleading with the ruthless billionaire to tear up the contract and marry his favored daughter instead. But Christian's cold gaze swept over the desperate family before settling on Elizabeth. "I don't do mistakes," he declared, his voice echoing in the silent hallway. "She is my wife now." Why did the most dangerous man in the city walk into the wrong room? And what will happen when he discovers that the child Elizabeth has been hiding for four years shares his exact pale eyes? ad.readinkapp.com

You're forced to marry your sister's fiancé... and you think he still has feelings for her... It k!lls you, because you've been in love with him all your life & all you've ever wanted was for him to look at you and love you the same. You're his wife now, but it still doesn't feel like he's yours But then one day, he notices you're not wearing your wedding ring He grabs your hand and entwines your fingers. "Where the f&k is your wedding ring?" he asks, his voice simmering with &nger. Your eyes widen. "I took it off.” "What do you mean, you took it off?" You pull your hand out of his. "It just….. it's very much my sister's style, but it isn't mine. It doesn't feel right to wear it." His eyes fl&sh with &nger "I'll buy you a new ring, and you WILL wear it. He takes you to the most exclusive store in town one he never took your sister too… "Anything you want, b&by. There is no budget. I just want you to have a ring you'll wear with pride." He pauses then and looks at the jeweller. "I need it to be visible from across the room," he says, his expression unyielding. "Would ten carats be okay? Perhaps fifteen." "Are you insane? That's far too much." He t!ghtens his gr!p on your h&nd & looks into your eyes. "You're my wife. Nothing is too much." ad.readinkapp.com

I hid my four-year-old daughter in the countryside to protect her from my ruthless billionaire husband. Christian Reed hated children. If he found out I had a secret baby, he would destroy us both. But today, the multi-million-dollar DNA security lock on his private office doors slid open. A little blonde girl walked right in, clutching a stuffed bunny. My daughter. The security guards panicked, rushing to grab her. Christian froze behind his massive desk. He stared at her striking, ice-blue eyes—eyes that looked exactly like his own. "Can I have ice cream, Mr. Grumpy?" she asked fearlessly. I stood paralyzed in the hallway, my breath catching in my throat. The DNA lock only opened for people with Christian's bloodline. He knelt down to her eye level, completely unaware that the secret I hid for four years was staring right back at him. ad.readinkapp.com

"Did you just moan during my board meeting?" his deep voice purred through the phone. 📱 I bit my lip, my face burning. I was miles away, lying in his massive bed. Christian was in a room full of executives, his tie loosened, his eyes dark and hungry on the video call. "Touch yourself for me," my ruthless billionaire husband commanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Imagine it's my f*cking cock stretching you open." 💦 My thighs trembled. I couldn't resist him. As I slid my fingers inside myself, his jaw clenched on the screen. "Good girl," he growled. "I'm going to fly back and f*ck you until you forget your own name." I was about to scream his name, completely lost in pleasure—when my bedroom door suddenly burst open. "Elizabeth! What the hell are you doing?!" Nana shrieked, staring at my naked body. I scrambled under the sheets, mortified, while Christian's dark, wicked laughter echoed from the phone. He owned me, even from across the country. 😈 But the next day, when he finally came home, he didn't take me to bed. Instead, he cornered me against the wall, his eyes blazing with a terrifying rage as he slammed a newspaper into my chest. "Who the f*ck is the father of this 4-year-old child?" he hissed. My blood ran cold. My biggest secret was out... ad.readinkapp.com

"You are no daughter of mine! Get out!" my father roared, slapping me so hard I tasted blood. Four years ago, I was thrown out into the streets, pregnant by a masked stranger I met at a ball. To survive, I hid my beautiful daughter from my toxic family and the rest of the world. But today, my father forced me back, selling me to a ruthless billionaire to save his bankrupt company. Christian Reed didn't want a wife; he wanted a quiet, obedient pawn. "I can give you money and protection, but never love," he warned me on our first night, his eyes cold and distant. I agreed, playing the perfect, invisible wife during the day. But at night, his touches were rough, desperate, and oddly familiar. The way his large hands gripped my waist felt exactly like the masked stranger from four years ago. I thought I was going crazy. Until tonight. I pretended to be asleep when Christian walked into my dimly lit bedroom. He opened my closet to put away my coat, but his hand froze mid-air. From under a pile of old clothes, he pulled out a faded gold mask. My mask. The one I wore the night I lost my virginity. The air in the room turned heavy as he slowly walked back to the bed. I kept my eyes shut, my heart pounding violently against my ribs. He leaned down, his hot breath brushing my ear. "So it was you," he whispered, his voice trembling with a dark, possessive hunger. ad.readinkapp.com

“You’re pregnant. Who’s the father?” Jessica asked the question as if Elizabeth were some disgrace to be put on display. Christian Reed, the billionaire husband who treated their marriage like a business contract, said nothing. Later, he found her burner phone. “Who the hell are you calling?” Elizabeth lifted her chin. “The man I should be afraid of is standing right in front of me.” And Christian realized that the woman he’d tried to control was the only person who could destroy him. ad.readinkapp.com

"Don't answer that!" I screamed, lunging frantically across the massive bridal suite. But Christian easily caught my waist with one strong arm, pinning my back to his hard chest while he held my ringing phone high out of my reach. "Why so panicked, little wife?" Christian Reed murmured against my ear. He was the ruthless billionaire I was forced to marry as a substitute bride. My sister was supposed to marry him, but she backed out, and my abusive father threw me to the wolves to save his company. Christian's cold gaze dropped to the glowing screen of my phone. I couldn't breathe. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Four years ago, I was banished from my family for getting pregnant by a masked stranger. Today, I was dragged back into this world, ordered to keep my head down and be a silent, obedient wife. I was supposed to hide the existence of my four-year-old daughter at all costs. But the babysitter was calling. At 2 AM. "Christian, please," I begged, tears pricking my eyes as I struggled against his iron grip. "It's just a wrong number. Give it to me!" His hold on my waist tightened, his dark eyes swirling with suspicion. "You're a terrible liar, Elizabeth. You're shaking." "I said give it to me!" "A wife shouldn't have secrets from her husband on their wedding night," he sneered smoothly, completely unaffected by my tears. My blood ran cold as his thumb hovered deliberately over the green button. If he finds out I have a child, he will destroy my family. He will destroy me. He is a man who demands absolute perfection and loyalty, and I was stepping into his home with the ultimate betrayal. "Let's see who has you trembling like a leaf," Christian whispered cruelly. He pressed answer and turned on the speakerphone. "Mommy?" The sweet, terrified voice of my little girl echoed loudly through the quiet, luxurious room. "Mommy, I'm scared... the thunder is really loud." The air in the room evaporated instantly. Christian’s entire body went rigid. The cruel amusement wiped from his handsome face, replaced by a lethal, icy realization. His dark eyes slowly turned from the phone screen to meet mine. ad.readinkapp.com

“Who the hell is he? And why are you sending him eight million dollars?” Christian’s voice was l3thal, his eyes burning with rage. I married the devil. Christian Reed is a ruthless billionaire who owns half of New York. He bought me to be his obedient, silent wife. He didn’t know the money was for my desperate brother, or that I was hiding a four-year-old daughter. “It’s none of your business! We don’t love each other!” I screamed back. That was my biggest mistake. In one swift motion, he swept everything off his mahogany desk and sl@mmed me onto it. “You think this is a game?” he growled, his large hands gripping my th1ghs. “Christian, stop—” I gasped as he easily t0re off my silk top. “I gave you my name, my protection,” he whispered harshly, kissing his way down my st0mach. “And you think you can keep secrets from me?” He unzipped his pants, his massive h3at pressing against me. I closed my eyes, ready for his ruthless p@nishment. But he suddenly froze. His fingers traced the faint, faded sc@r on my lower abdomen. A C-section scar. The room went dead silent. His dark eyes slowly moved up to meet my terrified gaze. “Elizabeth,” his voice was dangerously quiet. “Who gave you this scar?” ad.readinkapp.com

“Come.” The masked man’s voice drew her onto the balcony, and Elizabeth followed him without knowing why. “You don’t even want a name? A face?” “No. I just want to forget.” She closed her eyes when he touched her, because that night, she didn’t want to be anyone’s discarded daughter. She just wanted, for once, to feel wanted. What she didn’t know was that the stranger would come back to change her life. ad.readinkapp.com