Claimed By The Arrogant Billionaire

4. Brother's Help

EVA'S POV:

Arriving at the White Estate gate where Cruz lived, the taxi pulled to a stop in front of the gate.

My only brother, Cruz, had married Maddison Brooklyn, a rich man's daughter, and she was too proud and pompous. She got along with my older sister, Elora, than me.

Sighing, I paid my fare, got out of the cab and walked up to the huge white gate to meet the estate security man, standing there.

"Yes, who are you here to see?" the tough-looking security man in black asked me.

"Um, I am here to see my older brother, Cruz Brooks. He lives in the estate," I replied, already exhausted.

On a Saturday morning like this, I knew I should have been at home resting. But here I was, standing in front of an estate gate.

"Call him," the security man stated, before he ordered me to stand aside. I knew I wouldn't be allowed entry into the estate gate.

Pulling out my phone, I called my older brother, Cruz.

However, I froze when I saw a black Rolls Royce Phantom driving into the estate gate, as the White Estate was known to house many wealthy billionaires in Dominic City.

Gulping, I froze when my gaze locked with Ethan Owen. The same man I had a one-night stand with a few hours ago.

*What was he doing here? Did he live inside this White Estate too?*

I immediately glanced away from Ethan. I pretended like I didn't know him, but his gaze bored into me. I could feel the intensity of his stare on me.

Another security man pulled the magnificent gate open, and Ethan's car drove in. Not just his car alone, I noticed the bodyguards in another black convoy following behind him. I exhaled and released the breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Hello, Cruz, I am at the estate gate now," I said to my older brother on the call.

"I will be there now," he replied.

The call ended, and I took out my white handkerchief from my bag and wiped the sweat off my forehead.

A few minutes later, Cruz arrived in a red sports car and parked. The security man finally let me enter the gate.

"Eva, take a look at your face and neck. What the heck?" Cruz gasped, and I froze, as I hadn't taken a look at myself in the mirror.

"What happened to me? What do you mean?" I asked my brother, laughing nervously. I walked up to his car and peered at my reflection in the mirror.

I gasped at the sight that beheld me. My cheek was painted red, and hickeys covered my neck.

"What???" I gasped, embarrassed by my own state.

"I didn't know I looked this bad. I am sorry," I said, and my brother shook his head, still laughing at my embarrassed state.

"This is enough for Jacob Stone to break up with you. Who did you get laid with?" Cruz asked, his eyes peering at my face. I lowered my head as my cheeks flushed.

"It's not important to talk about the man. It was a one-night stand," I replied, my voice trembling as my brother towered above me.

"A one-night stand, and he painted you this red. Do you happen to know him?"

"No… I… I mean, I don't know him," I replied, my voice quivering.

"Cruz, can you take me to your house and stop asking me questions?" I snapped, wanting to escape my brother's inquiry. He peered at my face with a calculated gaze.

"Eva, why do I feel like you're lying to me and you know the man you had a night with? Well, in case you are not aware, Jacob has cancelled the wedding engagement, and he is demanding the sum of ten million as compensation for all the money he spent on you," Cruz informed me, as he moved over to pull the car door open for me.

"What? Ten million? When did Jacob spend such a huge amount on me? The university cost only eight hundred thousand per year —times four years—and a few more expenses. That's a total of four million. When did Jacob ever spend up to ten million on me? Even the money he spent on me isn't up to four million," I said, my voice sharp.

Cruz exhaled. "Well, that's what Jacob is demanding as compensation for you cheating on him. As for Dad, he broke off the partnership and demands that Dad pays him five million as support fee. So that's a total of fifteen million that we have to pay Jacob now." Cruz explained with a calm voice as I sat in his car.

"I will not pay Jacob that amount. We dated for five years, and I don't owe him anything. Where is it written that you have to pay for a breakup as compensation? I didn't intend to cheat on him. Layla set me up, and I ought to have her arrested. How can Jacob not understand? Instead, he blocked me from contacting him," I ranted, wanting to visit Jacob and Layla, only I looked so flushed at the moment.

"Mmm." Cruz exhaled. "It's why you should have kept your guard up. You already made the mistake, and Jacob caught you. But how about the man you slept with? Did he see Jacob and you? If he could afford a room at the Owen's luxury five-star hotel, then he must be a big shot," Cruz said, his gaze calculative.

"I don't want to talk about the man. He said that I owe him for taking advantage of him," I replied, and my brother burst out laughing.

"The man took advantage of you, and he blames you for taking advantage of him. Well, I would say let him go, but if you happen to know him, you could have made him explain to Jacob that it was a setup," Cruz said, but I shook my head.

"Just take me home. I will confront Layla and Jacob later," I replied, exhausted.

Cruz closed the car door. Walking over to the driver's seat, he got into the car and fastened his seat belt.

"About my wife," he said, and I knew Maddison and I didn't get along.

"You have to put up with her tantrums and not argue with her," he reminded me, and I sighed.

"Why should Maddison be the one controlling you? You didn't marry her for her money. If you didn't help in her father's company, Almond Tech wouldn't have grown to the height it is today," I said, knowing my brother worked for Maddison's father before he married Maddison.

But she controlled him to the point that she didn't allow their baby to answer my brother's last name. Her baby is Chris Brooklyn, instead of Chris Brooks.

"It doesn't change anything. So long as we love each other," Cruz replied, but I didn't have the time to advise him. He was thirty years old, and old enough to make his own decisions.

I sat silently, watching the road as Cruz drove his red sports car down the White Estate road. Finally, he arrived at a white gate and parked.