Claimed By Four Billionaires

Chapter 1: Repaying Debt with My Body (Roxana's POV) The clock struck six in the evening. The small town lay wrapped in peaceful silence. I walked slowly down the cobblestone street, my destination loomed ahead - a townhouse with a manicured garden. A man stood guard at the entrance. His eyes locked onto me the moment I appeared. He whistled softly at me, his gaze seeming to rip through my dress. "Well, well.You've finally arrived." I kept my face blank. Emotionless. I'd learned that showing fear only made men like him hungrier. "A w***e's daughter, what are you pretending for? Just wait, our boss is going to f**k you hard in a bit." I still did not respond. From a second-floor window, I felt another pair of eyes watching. Dark eyes that seemed to pierce straight through me. Victor Stone was waiting. The butler led me through the garden without a word. We stopped outside Victor's room. The heavy wooden door stood between me and my fate. I knocked once. Twice. Three times. No answer. I knew he was doing it deliberately, retaliating for my coldness towards him over the past three years. My knuckles were raw by the sixth knock. Finally, the door swung open. Victor Stone stood there in nothing but a bathrobe. His dark hair was slicked back, still damp from his shower. A droplet trickled down his hair, sliding across his muscular chest.Those black eyes - the same ones I'd felt watching from the window - studied me with predatory interest. "Roxie, you're here," his voice was as aggressive as his gaze. My fingers dug deep into my palm, desperately trying to suppress the urge to turn and run away. "Mr. Stone." I struggled to keep my tone steady, as if this were just an ordinary meeting. He stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter. "Come in." The click of the lock behind me sounded like a death sentence. I surveyed the room, taking in every detail. The king-sized bed dominated the space, easily large enough for multiple people. Crystal chandeliers cast warm, intimate light across silk sheets. Everything about this room screamed seduction. Corruption. My eyes landed on an antique lamp sitting on the nightstand. Heavy brass base. Sharp edges. I filed that information away. Victor settled onto the leather sofa, a glass of whiskey in his hand. The amber liquid caught the light as he swirled it lazily. He didn't say a word, just staring at me quietly, then tilted his head back and took a swig of alcohol. "I want to see it," I said finally. "My collateral." "What's the rush?" he said, placing the wine glass on the coffee table, "We have plenty of time tonight." "No, I want to see my IOU first," I insisted. His lips curved into a cold smile. He reached for an envelope on the coffee table and tossed it at my feet. I bent to retrieve it, my hands trembling slightly as I opened it. Inside were several loan documents and my ID card. "I've collected all your IOUs from them. Didn't expect you to be quite capable, having already paid back so much on your own." In fact, if he hadn't collected additional interest, I was almost done paying off the debt in a year, and I sneered inwardly. Then, he tossed me a plastic bag with several stacks of US dollars inside. "Besides clearing out these debts," he said with a lazy smile, "here's 100,000 dollars, just consider it as pocket money from me." I clutched the plastic bag tightly, "I never asked for that money." "No, but you needed it." His eyes glittered with dark amusement. "Are you penniless right now, aren't you?" He was right. From the time my mother fell ill until her death, I rarely had more than a hundred dollars on me. "I've shown my good faith," Victor said, setting down his glass. "Now it's your turn." My hands moved to my waist, fingers finding the belt of my dress. The leather felt cold against my skin. I pulled it free, letting it drop to the floor. Victor's breathing changed. Became heavier. One by one, I undid the buttons running down the front of my dress. Each one revealed more pale skin, more of what he wanted to see. My fingers trembled slightly as I touched the last button. The dress slid down my body, leaving only my bra and panties. Then, I undid my braid, letting my long hair fall loosely. His ravenous gaze devoured every inch of my skin, the lustful fire in his eyes making me feel somewhat nauseated. I thought I was prepared, but when I was truly about to give myself to this man, my heart still resisted. I tried to look away, but too late. He suddenly sprang up from the sofa, taking two or three steps to back me into the wall corner, trapping me with his body. The heat radiating from his skin made me feel dizzy and disoriented. His face lowered to my neck. I felt his breath against my throat, hot and demanding. "You smell like vanilla," He whispered softly, licking and nibbling at the skin of my neck, "Sweet and innocent." He wrapped his arm around my waist, unhooked my bra in one swift motion, and took my n****e into his mouth, licking it, while his other hand vigorously kneaded my other breast. His c**k stood thick and angry between us. I pressed my palms against his chest, trying to push him away. "Victor, wait-" "No, I can't wait to f**k you," he growled in my ear, then picked me up. I wanted to speak, but his tongue invaded my mouth, stirring ceaselessly. Then he threw me onto the bed and pressed himself on top of me.