Claimed By The Obsessive Billionaires

Just 48 hours before I was supposed to walk down the aisle, my phone buzzed with an anonymous video. I pressed play and my entire world stopped. It was my "perfect" fiancé, Douglas. But he wasn't picking up our wedding flowers. He was stark naked, groaning another woman's name while going b*lls-deep in her. The tattoo of my initials I paid for on our anniversary was right there on his waist. 🤢 I didn't cry. I packed my bags, canceled the wedding, and decided to go on our tropical honeymoon to Liora Bay completely alone. I deserved that damn beach. But the universe had a twisted sense of humor. My flight got canceled. As I sat in the airport, contemplating how my life became a joke, a man with a tailored suit and a dangerously sharp jawline sat next to me. "Seems you could use a change of scenery, sweetheart," he smirked. "I'm flying private. You're welcome to join." ✈️ Every rational part of me screamed stranger danger. But my cheating ex had cured my rationality. I followed him onto the luxurious jet. But he wasn't alone. Sitting by the window was another man, with dark eyes that practically undressed me the second I walked in. Two ridiculously wealthy, impossibly hot strangers. 🔥 "You look like you need a distraction," the first man whispered, tracing my jawline while his friend watched with dark, hungry eyes. "Let us help you forget him." I thought it was just going to be a wild, rule-free weekend of getting f*cked senseless by two billionaires to get over my trash ex. No names. No strings. 💦 But when I returned home and walked into the boardroom on the first day of my new corporate job, my blood ran cold. The doors flew open, and the new CEO walked in. It was the man from the private jet. And the rival CEO sharing the building? His friend. They locked eyes with me, a wicked smirk forming on their lips... ad.readinkapp.com

My fiancé cheated the night before our wedding. I found out from a video. Forty-seven seconds. Two years of betrayal. I canceled the flowers, the venue, the future. Then I got on the plane to Liora Bay alone—tickets non-refundable, and I refused to let him take the honeymoon too. Flight canceled. That's when Ralph appeared. Dark hair, dirty blonde tips, a smile that said he always got what he wanted. We're flying private. You're welcome to join. Nik was already on the jet. Brooding. Quiet. Watched me like he was memorizing every breath. Ralph kissed me first—champagne and danger. Nik didn't look away. He stood behind me, one hand on my hip, tilting my chin. You've been broken, Ralph murmured. We're going to put you back together. Our way. Nik's voice, low and rough: You don't have to choose. ad.readinkapp.com