Fucked Raw by my School's Billionaire Owner
He laid me on the sheets, climbed over me, caged me with his arms. "Last chance to run," he said, voice low."I need the money," I whispered, feeling so tiny in his arms."You're soaking," he muttered. "Virgin or not, your pussy wants this."I moaned, looking away, couldn't help it,"Eyes on me, sweetheart," he pushed his tip in slowly."Fuck," he groaned. "So tight."He fucked me like he was claiming something. "Come for me," he whispered in my ears, moving faster."Damien," I cried out his name as I came."That's it," he growled. After a long minute he pulled out slowly. "One night," he said again, almost like a reminder....weeks later, I walked through the quiet hall of my school. A massive portrait stared back at me.Damien BlackwoodPrincipal Benefactor and OwnerColumbia University.Same man who'd just taken my virginity for money. My stomach dropped. "Oh fuck... what have I done?"
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Chapter 2
I checked his pulse, he was still breathing, although the pulse was faint. I kept trying to control myself from panicking.
"What do I do now," I thought to myself. My first thought was to call for help, but none of the neighbours would be willing to help out, instead they would laugh and mock me.
I picked up my phone from the table and the first person that came to mind was Marcus. He picked on the first ring. "Hey baby," He said with a sultry voice.
"Don't call me that," I said firmly. "I need your help with something, can you come over now," I added.
"Okay baby," he called me that name again.
"I said don't..." He hung up before I could finish my statement. What a bastard.
He showed up some few minutes later, at least he didn't waste time.
"What happened to him?" He asked, shocked to see my dad on the floor.
"I think he fainted, I don't even know, he has a faint pulse, I just need you to help me get him up so we can take him to the hospital," I said panicking.
"Okay darling, I will help you out," he said lifting papa up. I was about to scream stop calling me that, but I remembered I need his help so I just swallowed my anger and turned deaf ears to those weird and cringe names.
When we got to the hospital, the nurse rushed him to the emergency ward.
"You can't go in Ma'am," the nurse said politely. I nodded still trying to peep through the ward door.
"Ma'am calm down," she said before leaving.
"He will be fine," Marcus said to me. And that was the first time he didn't use those weird names.
I sat there for what felt like forever waiting and then finally a doctor came out.
"Miss Voss I would like to talk to to you privately," he said pointing the way to his office. I nodded and followed him.
"Is Papa going to be fine?" I asked as I entered his office not even waiting for him to have his seat.
He gave me a small smile and sat down, gesturing for me to sit down.
"Unfortunately your dad is on the verge of losing his life, he currently has kidney failure and would need to be operated on immediately." The doctor explained.
I put my hand over my mouth in shock, I always warned him about drinking but he never listened.
"How much is it going to cost?" I said wishing it won't be much but when he showed me the bill my eyes almost popped out of my sockets.
"If we don't operate on him immediately, he might lose his life," The doctor said plainly. I nodded and left his office.
How was I going to raise money for his treatment, I thought to myself as I walked back to where Marcus was. He looked less concerned, and was busy on his phone.
"Marcus I want to ask for another favour," I said not believing a time like this would ever come.
"What do you need?" He asked not even bothering to raise his head up.
"I need some money for Papa's treatment, it's very urgent, can you help me with it, I promise to pay it back," I said weakly.
"Oh I see, I could help you get the money, but you don't have to pay it back," he grinned widely.
I looked at him trying to read his expression but didn't understand. "You would really give me for free?" I asked shocked.
"Not really free darling," he said getting up and walking close to me, too close I had to take a step back. "You could pay with something else, I'm sure by now you know how bad I really want you," he added, tracing his fingers from my shoulders to my waist.
I moved back immediately frowning. "I will never sleep with you, if you don't want to help out just say so," i said feeling disgusted.
"You're playing hard to get now, but you would definitely come back to beg," he whispered in my ears before leaving. I stood there watching him leave as tears dropped from my eyes. There goes the best friend I thought I had, I mocked myself.
After a while I cleaned my tears and went home. I would come up with a solution but for now I had to study for my exams tomorrow. I tried hard to focus on what I was reading but the doctors words kept replaying in my head and Marcus reply to helping me out, I sighed, dropped the book and forced myself to sleep.
The next day came by quick, I prepared and left for school, although I didn't get to study much but I still put in my best for the exams, I didn't wait around for my school bullies, I had to get to the diner and see if I could work extra shifts to get extra money.
"So I can't get an extra shift?" I asked the manager as he explained I would need to be working fully if I wanted an extra income, I couldn't because of school.
"I'm sorry I can't help you," he sympathized with me before walking out.
"What's wrong," Sofia asked looking concerned.
"Nothing, I'm fine," I lied.
"Don't lie to me, you don't look fine, have you been crying?" She touched my cheek gently. As if on cue, my tears dropped and I broke down hugging her tightly.
"Papa was diagnosed with kidney failure, the cost for treatment is expensive and Marcus wants to sleep with me before helping me out with the money," I explained, crying even more. She held me tight, patting my back.
"If he isn't treated immediately, he might lose his life," I added between sobs.
"We would find a solution, I promise you, just give me time to think of something" she said breaking the hug to clean my tears. I wonder what idea could solve this problem.
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8.4
Ayleen Avery was just a struggling hotel worker trying to survive her shift. But during a sudden blackout, she accidentally stumbled into the pitch-black VIP suite of a ruthless billionaire driven mad by chronic insomnia.
Calmed only by her unique natural scent of roses and rain, the terrifying man attacked her from the shadows and forced himself on her. Terrified and broken, Ayleen fled at dawn, unknowingly leaving behind her late mother's antique rose necklace in his bed.
Her greedy coworker found the necklace, claimed to be the woman from that night, and was instantly swept into a life of luxury. Meanwhile, Ayleen was blackmailed into a forced marriage with her attacker—Cassius Doyle—to save her adoptive father from prison. Deceived by the stolen necklace, Cassius believed Ayleen was a manipulative spy. He brought the coworker into their home and paraded her around the master bedroom.
"In this house, you are lower than the dirt on my shoes."
He choked Ayleen, forced her to sleep in a damp storage room, and treated her with violent disgust while pampering the thief.
Ayleen was suffocating in absolute despair. She had lost her innocence, her freedom, and her mother's only relic to a vicious liar. She couldn't understand how this all-powerful man could be so completely blind. Why couldn't he recognize the very scent that had cured his agonizing madness?
Staring at the dark bruises he had just left on her neck, Ayleen wiped the blood from her lip. She would endure this three-month marriage to secure her family's safety, but once the contract ended, she would expose the truth and tear down the fake savior he cherished so much.
9.5
On the day she discovers she is pregnant, Amara is handed divorce papers by the man she loved for three years. Betrayed by her husband and her best friend, she walks away with nothing-except the secret growing inside her.
But what Ethan Cole doesn't know is that the woman he abandoned is not weak... and not alone.
When Amara returns as a powerful heiress, no longer the woman he could control, Ethan begins to regret everything. But as secrets unravel and the truth about her pregnancy comes closer to light, one question remains-
When he finally finds out the child is his... will it already be too late?
9.7
I was a top cardiac surgeon, trapped in a dead marriage with a ruthless billionaire.
One afternoon, he brought his mistress to my hospital, ordering me to perform her high-risk heart surgery.
When I refused and handed him our divorce papers, he violently tore them up and threatened to erase my name from the medical community.
Worse, I discovered they had a five-year-old surrogate son—bought and born the exact same year I bled out on an operating table, losing our baby.
The mistress mocked my trauma, calling me a barren piece of trash who couldn't give him an heir.
I slapped her across the face.
The next morning, the NYPD publicly handcuffed me in my own hospital.
She had framed me for attempted murder, claiming I injected her IV with a lethal dose of potassium.
My husband cornered me in the interrogation room.
"Just confess to me. I will throw enough money at the DA to make this entirely disappear."
I looked into his dark eyes and saw nothing but raw, unfiltered suspicion.
He actually believed I was a jealous murderer.
I swore I would rather rot in a concrete cell for the rest of my life than bow down to them.
Just as my childhood savior miraculously appeared to bail me out, my phone rang.
The mistress had gone into full cardiac arrest.
Only I had the surgical skill to save her.
I turned around, deciding whether to let the woman who ruined my life die, or pick up my scalpel.
7.7
Alondra spent three hours making soup for her husband, only to find him at the hospital tenderly holding another woman's hand.
"I'm four weeks pregnant, Gerard," the woman said softly.
Gerard coldly handed Alondra a divorce agreement, claiming their three-year marriage was just a placeholder because this woman had once saved his life.
Heartbroken, Alondra fled in her car, only to realize her brakes had been completely disabled.
She spun out of control and crashed head-on into a massive delivery truck.
As she lay trapped in the mangled wreckage with her ribs crushed and blood filling her mouth, Gerard's black Maybach pulled up to the curb.
He stared at her dying body through the window with a completely blank expression.
He didn't call an ambulance or even open his door.
He simply rolled up his tinted window and drove away into the rain.
A raw, suffocating hatred burned in her chest, hotter than the pain in her shattered bones.
She couldn't understand how the man she had loved and served so devotedly could just coldly watch her die like a piece of trash.
Opening her eyes again, Alondra gasped for air.
She had returned to the exact morning two years ago, right before she was supposed to deliver that pathetic soup.
When Gerard walked in and threatened her with divorce, she didn't cry or beg.
"I agree. Let's divorce," she said calmly, packing her bags to reclaim her true identity as a billionaire heiress.
8.0
After years of a freezing, loveless marriage, my billionaire husband Israel finally threw me out to make room for his new lover, Ayla.
Before I even packed my bags, he ordered a crew to shred the Dogwood tree in our backyard and pour thick concrete into the crater, claiming it was a symbol of my infidelity.
He didn't know that buried beneath those roots was the urn containing the ashes of our unborn baby.
Stripped of everything, I tried to rebuild my shattered life by securing a supporting role in an indie film.
But Israel bought the entire production studio just to cast Ayla as the lead, demanding I act as her pathetic stepping stone.
When I refused, he cornered me on set with a sickening audio recording.
"We want one million dollars. This will ruin Karen forever."
It was my own parents. They had forged my medical records, planning to sell a story to the tabloids that I was a violent, delusional schizophrenic.
Israel smiled coldly, threatening to lock me in a padded room on an involuntary psychiatric hold unless I signed an unpaid contract to serve Ayla unconditionally.
My own flesh and blood had sold me out to a ruthless monster for cash.
Staring at the extortion contract, the last shred of desperation and love in my chest burned away into cold, gray ash.
To survive a monster, you have to become one.
I picked up his pen, violently signed my name, and prepared to rip his precious Ayla to shreds on camera.
7.1
For six years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Hartwell Ware, enduring his coldness because I thought my love could eventually thaw his heart.
Then, my friend sent me a photo. Hartwell was at the airport, tenderly holding the waist of his first love, Eveline Craig.
He came home smelling of her synthetic rose perfume, accused me of stalking him, and coldly demanded a divorce.
His lawyer handed me a thick settlement agreement. It offered astronomical alimony and luxury properties, but it came with a humiliating ten-page non-disclosure agreement.
He wanted to buy my silence. He wanted to strip me of my rights to our son and gag me permanently, just so he could parade his new life with Eveline without any PR backlash.
Even now, he still thought I was a gold digger who had orchestrated a media scandal to trap him into marriage.
I stared at the man I had worshipped for two thousand days. My six years of desperate devotion had been nothing but a humiliating, one-sided delusion.
Hope was finally dead, and with it, my tears had completely dried up.
He expected me to cry, to beg, to negotiate for more millions.
Instead, I snatched the pen, crossed out the massive alimony, and signed my name on the dotted line.
"I am taking the basic child support, and not a single red cent more."
Leaving my five-carat diamond ring on the marble table, I walked out the door with nothing but my old suitcase.