Reckless Billionaire’s Ruthless Claim (Obsessed Billionaires, Cherished Brides #4)

Epilogue

Ellie rushed into Licious, her heart pounding as she tried to escape Sawyer. Ever since he found out she was Olivia, he had been following her everywhere, fear in his eyes like she’d vanish at any moment.

It was a small, cozy café with warm lights and the rich scent of coffee in the air. Wooden tables, white brick walls, and a glass counter filled with cakes made the space feel inviting.

With a tired sigh, Ellie headed straight to the counter.

"Ivy?" she called out to the new hire.

The pretty girl with brown eyes and a petite frame turned to her. "Yeah?"

"A coffee, please. Strong." Ellie exhaled. "Latte?"

"Of course," Ivy muttered, turning away to prepare it.

Ellie spun around and hurried over to Stella, who was sitting at a table with Tony. His gray hair and light stubble made him look older, but his tired eyes still held warmth. He was in a wheelchair ever since he came out of his coma three weeks ago, but the doctor had said he’d recover soon.

"Tony!" Ellie ran up and hugged him from behind, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "I was wondering where you disappeared to!"

"I brought him with me." Stella grinned. "Figured he was getting bored at the hospital, so I talked to Damion and the staff and brought him along. Sorry I didn’t tell you in advance."

"All good." Ellie blew her a playful kiss. "The doctor already told me about it. Thanks for getting him out for some fresh air."

Stella flashed her a grin in return.

Ellie then leaned in between Stella and Tony, lowering her voice. "Stella, why is Ivy always so quiet? It kinda scares me every time I look at her."

Stella snickered and glanced at Ivy sneakily. Tony followed her gaze.

"Guys, stop staring! That’s embarrassing!" Ellie hissed.

Stella shrugged. "She’s nice, though. Quiet but hardworking. Never skips work, always eager to help. Really sweet. Just… I don’t know, sometimes she seems like she’s sad about something but can’t express it. I rarely see her smile."

"Right? I got the same feeling." Ellie frowned. "Should we ask if she needs help?"

Stella bit her lip, then shook her head. "I’ll ask her discreetly, maybe, but I don’t want to come off as nosy. I feel like we’re starting to become friends. Once we get closer, she might open up on her own, and then we’ll know how to help."

***

The Stark Manor was alive with celebration, glowing with lights, music, and laughter. The grand hall brimmed with joy as people danced and toasted to the newlyweds.

Ellie stepped out of the manor in a breathtaking white wedding dress—off-the-shoulder, lacy, and exquisite. Her hair was styled in a half-updo, soft curls cascading down, making her look like a vision. She was, perhaps, one of the most beautiful brides anyone had ever seen.

Sawyer held her hand as they approached the sleek limo, ready to leave for his house after their wedding. But Ellie’s other hand was clutched in a death grip by Jenelia, who was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Enough now, Jenny!" Liana scolded lightly, attempting to pry Jenelia’s hands off Ellie. Behind them, Ellie and Sawyer’s friends stood in stunned silence, watching the scene unfold.

"What the hell is going on?" Kara, Damion’s wife, hissed, staring open-mouthed at Jenny before turning to the others. They all shook their heads, equally puzzled, their gazes snapping back to Ellie.

Jenny wrenched herself free from Liana and turned fully to Ellie, grabbing her by the shoulders. Tears streamed down her face as she wailed, "I should’ve known! I hated you so much when you were living with Sawyer because I love you so much!"

And before Ellie could react, Jenny threw herself at her, wrapping her in a suffocating hug. Ellie’s brows knitted at her longing filled face, but she couldn’t hold back a laugh as she patted Jenny’s back soothingly.

"It’s alright, Jenny," she said, trying to calm her.

"It’s NOT alright!" Jenny suddenly pulled back—only to lunge forward, aiming straight for Ellie’s lips to kiss her.

But before she could make contact, Sawyer’s hand shot between them, blocking the kiss. With a firm shove, he pushed Jenny back, then yanked Ellie behind him protectively. His face twisted in anger as he snapped, "Jenelia, stop trying to steal my wife! It’s been twenty-five fucking years!"

Jenny glared at him, her pitiful sobs vanishing in an instant. With a dramatic huff, she crossed her arms and muttered, "I’m so pissed. I was the one acting as ‘X,’ telling Ellie your location every time you were with other women, trying to catch you cheating so she’d leave you. I thought Ellie was just living with you to steal our money and run away!"

She scoffed, flipping her hair. "But somehow, you never got caught. I should’ve just thrown you in bed with some woman to make it happen. Then I wouldn’t have to see this tragic day, and Ellie would be mine!"

Silence.

Then the entire group of friends lost it. Laughter erupted, echoing around them.

Ellie’s head snapped toward Jenny in shock.

"You were ‘X’?!"

Sawyer, however, looked like his last shred of self-control had finally snapped. Without thinking, he lunged at Jenny, ready to throw a punch. But at the last second, Ellie grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

"Hey! Stop it!" she scolded.

"She’s trying to steal you," he growled.

Ellie lifted her hand in front of his face. "I’m married to you. I’m not going anywhere."

Sawyer’s gaze dropped to the ring on her finger, then back to her face. His anger faded, replaced by a smug smirk. He turned to Jenny, grinning triumphantly, before opening the car door for Ellie.

Jenny continued to glare, utterly pissed at his self-satisfaction. Meanwhile, the laughter around her only grew louder as the limo drove off, disappearing into the night.

***

Ten Years Later

A three-year-old boy ran inside the Stark house after playing outside in the evening, his giggles echoing through the halls as he made his way to his room.

"Alex!" Sawyer called out, immediately setting his laptop aside the moment he saw the boy.

The little boy stopped in his tracks, the ball in his hands slipping to the ground as he turned around.

"Come to Daddy." Sawyer smiled, wiggling his fingers to call him closer.

Alex slowly walked over, hesitant but curious. The moment he was within reach, Sawyer lifted him into his lap and gently pinched his chubby cheeks.

"Call me Daddy."

Alex squinted his eyes at him, pouting before shaking his head. "No."

Sawyer narrowed his eyes at the little boy. Ever since he was born, Alex rarely paid attention to him. He only ever ran after Ellie, his little feet pattering around the house as he followed her like a shadow. The sound of "Mommy!" and "Ellie!" echoed all day long from the two Stark men in the house—one big and one small.

Recently, the boy had become even more difficult. He insisted on sleeping with Ellie every night. Just last night, when Sawyer stole Ellie away to their room, Alex had woken up in the morning and burst into tears upon realizing she wasn’t there. He cried so much that Ellie had to promise to sleep only with him tonight.

Sawyer hid his amused smile, noticing that the little boy was still glaring at him with puffed-up cheeks.

Sawyer pulled out his wallet and fished out a wad of cash. Holding a few bills in front of Alex, he smirked. "Call me Daddy."

Alex’s eyes widened, the temptation undeniable. At once, he leaned forward, planting a kiss on Sawyer’s cheek before grinning brightly. "Daddy!"

Sawyer’s face mirrored the same grin. At that moment, with their identical expressions, it was clear there was no need for a DNA test—the resemblance was uncanny.

He handed the cash to Alex and then pulled out a few more bills. "Say it again."

"Daddy!" Alex chirped. Another set of bills landed in his tiny hands.

The little boy, delighted with the exchange, kept repeating, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" every time, while Sawyer handed him money with an indulgent smile.

At that moment, Ellie walked into the house and froze at the sight.

Alex was sitting in Sawyer’s lap, happily chanting, “Daddy!” while Sawyer handed him wads of cash.

"Good boy," Sawyer praised, ruffling his son’s hair.

Ellie’s sharp heels clicked against the floor as she stepped closer. Hearing the familiar sound, both men—one grown, one tiny—immediately turned their heads toward the entrance.

"Mommy?"

"Ellie?"

Alex instantly jumped off Sawyer’s lap, his little hands clutching fistfuls of cash. A few bills fluttered to the ground as he ran toward Ellie.

"Mommy! Let’s go! I take you ice cweam date!" The boy declared proudly, shoving all the money into Ellie’s hands.

Ellie melted at the sight of her adorable son. She dropped to her knees, kissing his chubby cheeks all over. "Go wash up. I’ll take you for ice cream."

The boy beamed and dashed off.

Ellie, now standing, turned her sharp gaze to Sawyer and marched over.

"Stop spoiling my child! He’s so little. Why are you giving him so much—"

Her words got stuck in her throat when Sawyer suddenly pulled out a velvet box and flipped it open, revealing a dazzling diamond necklace.

Five minutes later, when Alex returned, freshly washed and ready, he found his mother sitting in Sawyer’s lap, her arms filled with jewelry boxes.

"Husband," Ellie giggled, kissing Sawyer’s cheek as he placed yet another set of rubies into her lap. Ellie’s eyes lit up like stars.

"Now this one," Sawyer coaxed, offering his other cheek while pulling out yet another box, ready to slide it into her hands.

***

He vanished without a word—now he’s back to drag her into his obsession.

“Run, Ivy. Hide. If I catch you again, you’ll become mine.”

Christian Evans’ words from five years ago still echo in Ivy Watson’s mind, as do the memories of him—memories that refuse to fade.

Back then, as an intern at the prestigious Evans Holdings, Ivy couldn’t escape her billionaire boss’s relentless pursuit. Christian loved her with an intensity that left her shaken. His love was overwhelming, possessive, all-consuming. He became her shadow, her storm—until one day, he vanished without a word, leaving her to drown in the darkness he left behind.

Now, she’s fallen into his arms again.

Christian has returned, and this time, he’s not letting her go. His obsession burns hotter than ever, every action a declaration that Ivy belongs to him. He’s everywhere—proposing to her, protecting her, feeding her, fighting for her, and vowing that she’ll marry him, bear his children, and belong to him forever.

He’s stalking her again.

But Ivy knows his game. And she won’t fall in love with him.

Not again.

Never again.

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