The Devil Billionaire Series

Is That Viagra?

Boris Volkov's funeral was the most expensive ever in Las Vegas, and the most scandalous too.

The affluent billionaire in his seventies died with an erection which refused to come down hours later when he was being cremated.

"Is it that gramps popped more Viagra pills or something? I must say, it's quite massive. Wonder whom he was trying to fuck."

The eldest granddaughter of the famous Volkov family whispered to her cousin who adjusted her expensive shades and muttered in the same tone,

"Who else? We all know that he was banging the slut of a maid. See, she's pretending to weep."

Two pairs of eyes in dark shades turned to the petite frame in a black dress with brown hair and ombre highlights.

Her threadbare dress which did nothing to hide her curves stood out like a sore thumb in the midst of custom-made designers' suits and jewelry.

"Tsk tsk, Elena truly is shameless, I wonder if..."

The voice of the eldest granddaughter was cut off by the minister who led in the funeral.

Thirty minutes later, the entire family gathered in the expansive living room of the large villa, checking the time by their watch with impatience.

Their eyes lit up as soon as they saw the lawyer approach them with a heavy bag in hand.

"Let me help you," Elena raced towards him, beads of sweat rolling down her clear olive skin as she carried the bag and placed it on the table.

"Chop chop, you may leave now." The eldest daughter of the late Mr Volkov said, and her sister added,

"And clean the bag, we don't want any filthy poverty aura on our property."

Laughter echoed through the living room, and Elena swallowed hard, clasping her fingers together.

"My apologies."

However, as she made to walk away, the middle aged lawyer cleared his throat, "Actually, Ms Elena has to be here. Sit, please."

Gasps of shock tore from the lips of the family, glances exchanged with wide eyes.

"Is she in the will as a witness? Whatever, she's not sitting next to me."

The family started to keep their designers' bags on the seats next to them, their eyes filled with hateful defiance.

The eldest granddaughter had two empty spaces close to her, and she placed her dog's poop on one, her eyes mocking Elena,

"Ouch, I have to take this to the lab later so..."

The family laughed again, and Elena lowered her head, ignoring the pounding of her heart.

Pushing away the urge to give them a taste of their own medicine, she pulled out the smallest seat kept for the family dog and sat on it.

Only one person, the youngest daughter of the family offered to help Elena, but the maid refused politely.

"Okay, we will now read the will of the late Boris Volkov..."

As soon as the lawyer started to speak, the loud noise of a landing helicopter echoed from the outside, drawing every attention to the windows.

"Who the hell is returning now? Hey, Lawyer, just read the damn will; I have a beauty spa appointment!'

The heavy gigantic doors of the villa opened widely, revealing a security officer first.

Then a tall hunk of a sex god strode in, his gait as rugged as his sharp features, his aura that of an untamed stallion.

Thick black hair and amber pupils hovered dangerously through the room, until they rested on the maid.

Or more so, burned into her skin, which heated up as soon as he walked in.

"M...Mikhail?"

The only son of the late Boris who had made a name for himself as a global business tycoon and sworn never to return to the house was here?

His net worth was higher than that of his father and he didn't even need the damn money!

Whispers broke out, but they were all hushed by the lawyer, who cleared his throat.

"Thank you for honoring the invitation, Sir. Now that we are complete..."

He took a deep breath and read.

Half of the thick book later, and Boris gave nothing to any of his female kids! He handed one of his unsuccessful companies to his grandkids to share.

"That fucking misogynist! Did he give everything to his son?"

Again, the lawyer continued, "...Half of the entire Volkov Group, my lands and assets will go to my son, Mikhail."

Sighs echoed through the villa, but half?

All ears waited.

"And the remaining half to Elena Taylor, who took care of me for years. However, Mikhail must be together with her for six months before he can claim his inheritance. If my son refuses, then the entire Volkov group and all my assets and shares will go to Elena."

A bombshell was dropped.

Silence enveloped the living room for a second, different pairs of eyes turning slowly to the maid.

The maid!

"I...I don't understand. Gramps gave me some trashy liquor company but the fucking maid gets the land, the shares and the group?"

"I knew you were fucking him! Did you slip something in his drink?"

"You must have killed him after tampering with the will! Lawyer! I wanna sue this gold-digging bitch!"

The family rose to their feet and rushed towards the maid who sat like an empty shell, confusion and disbelief in her crystal eyes.

As they pulled her hair apart and attempted to choke her to death, a voice, cold and raspy echoed through the villa,

"Enough!"

One command, but that was all it took for all the hands to leave Elena, chests heaving in rage.

"Leave us alone."

No one dared to disobey that voice, and they took a step back, whispering among themselves,

"Oh, we have nothing to worry about. Mikhail would destroy the house before getting back together with that slut, and don't worry, he won't let her get a dime as well."

With that said, the rest of the family trooped upstairs, knowing that the hatred they felt for Elena was nothing compared to how Mikhail felt for her.

After all, she was his gold-digging slut of an ex-wife,

Who had turned around to become his father's mistress.

Three years.

That was the last time that Elena had seen Mikhail Volkov, and despite the storm of hate in her chest, she couldn't deny that he looked damn good.

The massive living room was now empty, trapping her with the big hunk of a devil who had pretended to love her only to be a total shit.

"I have nothing to discuss with you."

She broke the heavy silence, wrapping her arms around her petite body.

Mikhail's intense gaze burned her olive skin, and she rose to her feet, making to walk past him when she was pulled back with a force that made her body crash against muscles.

A solid wall of muscles.

Shocked, Elena parted her lips to protest when he cut her off,

"Oh we do have something to discuss, baby, and you are gonna sit down and listen, or would you rather do it on my thighs? Your choice."

That fucking brute.

How dare he command her after the way their short marriage had ended?

Fury streamed into her veins, but one look at those intense amber pupils and she knew he wasn't joking.

And since her skin coiled with each touch of those large rough palms, she blurted out,

"Fine!" And managed to wrench herself off him, taking a seat on the couch and crossing her trembling arms to hide them from him.

The devil of manipulation who had used and discarded her would waste no time in using her fear against her.

"Cut to the chase. I don't want the money, so take it and fuck off with the rest of your family."

At that, Mikhail let out a deep-throated chuckle that sent shivers down her spine, his powerful cologne sucking her in as he sat opposite her.

"Playing the hard ball, are we? Don't tell me you sucked my father's wrinkly balls for years without expecting this moment. You've always been good in the sack, after all, I can imagine how pleased my old man must have been to..."

To hell with that.

Elena could swallow that pack of shit that his family threw at her, but she wouldn't take one lying down from her bastard ex.

And so she rose to her feet and slapped those spiky sharp jaws.

A bad, bad move.

"Fuck you, I don't sit here and get insulted..."

This time, it was he who cut her off.

Those sturdy arms grabbed hold of her and pushed her into powerful thighs, his hands holding her captive.

Fuck.

Elena was enraged. Her skin felt too hot to function, and her breathing was labored as she struggled against the brute.

"Leave me the hell alone, you fucking asshole." She bit out, fighting against futility and the big pack of muscles that trapped her.

But the moment those thick fingers brushed against her heaving generous breasts and gripped hold of her waist, she stilled,

And stiffened.

Hell, he had acquired more tattoos over the years, the expensive ink ran down to his arms, exposed through the Armani suit he wore.

And when that long skilled tongue ran through her earlobe, Elena ceased to breathe.

"Do I have your attention now?" That voice, husky against her ears and hot breath heating up her skin...

She forced her eyes to stay open, and swallowed hard, nodding.

But the bastard wasn't satisfied as those tanned fingers started to pull her dress upwards,

"Use your words, Elena. You know how much I like to hear it."

Oh damn.

His fingers were gliding through her thick creamy thighs, her nipples tightening and rubbing painfully against her bra...

"Ye.. Yeah, yes. Just...let go, please." She was shamefully breathless, aware of the liquid drenching her panties.

Knowing that he had her, the bastard chuckled and brushed against her generous tits before he released her.

"Good girl, I knew you still had it in you." Mikhail rose to his full intimidating height, and striding towards the glass windows, he muttered,

"Get your things, you are coming with me to New York."

What?

The same place she had discovered what a flux their marriage was and vowed never to step foot there again?

Elena's throat burned hard, tears threatening to spring to her eyes.

"Not even if hell freezes over. I won't get into some shit hole of a marriage with you again just so you can claim half of 'daddy's' inheritance!"

The asshole was unfazed by her tone, and he turned to her, his eyes raking through her beautiful curvaceous body, his wicked amber eyes burning her.

Raw.

"Oh baby, you got it all wrong. There will be no marriage this time, but you will be in my bed as my mistress, and don't worry, you already know that I don't need pills to satisfy your greedy pussy."

It was strange to wake up in the bed where Mikhail had shared illicit passionate nights with Elena.

That was years ago, before he had stood against his father and married the family maid, only to have her walk all over his heart.

But now, things were different, and he was going to ensure that she got that into her pretty head.

The tall muscular CEO of chains of companies worth billions of dollars walked down the grand stairs early in the morning, his amber pupils searching for a certain curvy petite woman.

"Morning, son. Hope you slept well? It's still difficult to adjust to...everything."

His stepmother, Rena Volkov, was a beautiful woman, but unlike his late mom, she had turned a blind eye to her husband's numerous affairs.

Mikhail nodded and pulled out a seat for her at the head of the table, going to the other end, just as the rest of the family staggered to breakfast table.

"I really need the coffee strong today, I could barely sleep with all the stench of smoke outside."

"Same here, I will be needing my masseuse now more than ever..."

As they discussed the latest cars and the most expensive bag collection, Mikhail was on the look out for a flaming brunette.

But it was a blonde who appeared, carrying a tray with two younger girls behind her.

"Elena. Where's she?" Mikhail bit out, making no move to disguise his disappointment.

His stepmother scoffed on hearing that name,

"She has taken another weekly Sunday leave; good for her not to show her gold-digging face here."

A weekly Sunday leave?

Mikhail lost his appetite and dropped the napkin, making to stand up when soft fingers wrapped around his wrist.

Rena looked up to him with plea in her eyes,

"You...you won't get back with that bitch who destroyed my marriage, right? Please, do everything to get back what she stole from us."

Those amber pupils were flooded with the questions that had plagued him since night.

Elena was a manipulative bitch with that face of hers that aroused the filthiest thoughts, but his father was no fool.

How the hell had she convinced him to give her half of his property?

Taking a deep breath, he released his palm and marched upstairs, pulling out his ringing phone from his pockets.

The voice at the other end started immediately, "I have the file on Ms Elena Taylor ready. I'm sending it to your email."

Minutes later, Mikhail squeezed the phone in his palm so tightly it almost broke into two.

***

"It's good to see you again, Ms. Taylor. Our patients have really grown fond of you."

Elena smiled as she handed a bulk of cash to the hospital accountant and waited for it to be counted.

"And as usual, right on time every month. Hopefully, we will find a donor and schedule the surgery. And um... I saw what happened on the news, my condolences to Mr. Boris."

An hour later, Elena came down from the bus and walked into the street that had houses as old as her blouse.

She was exhausted and had a dull headache which settled at the back of her head.

As soon as she stepped into the washed building where she lived, she pushed the key into the lock,

But it was open already.

Alarm bells went off in her head, and she grabbed the baseball bat by the corner and opened the door slowly, stepping into her tiny apartment and lifting as soon as she caught sight of a shadow.

However, Elena only succeeded in getting herself surprised.

In the darkness of the dimly lit living room, her back was slammed against the wall, and before she could scream, that familiar rusty voice and powerful cologne stopped her.

"Where are you coming from, Elena?"

Fuck.

Those sharp features and intense amber pupils struck her, then he gripped hold of her palm, taking the bat away.

"None of your fucking business. What the hell are you doing in my apartment? You...you broke in?"

Her eyes were widened in fear, and she had every reason to be.

Because not only was Mikhail Volkov intimidating every other day, but right now, he looked murderously angry.

"Answer me, or should I begin with the most important question, Elena? Were you pregnant with my kid when you left three years ago?"

***

She was busted.

Each second she stared at him with that ethereal beautiful eyes widened in shock pissed him off.

It was one thing to read up her medical records, but it was another to confirm the truth in those crystal eyes.

Those lips which had fucking lied to him again and again trembled, fake tears gathering in her eyes.

"Ho...how did you know?"

The fucking bitch!

Mikhail wrapped his rough palm around her neck, never in his life more tempted to throttle a woman as he was at that moment.

He couldn't describe the agony and rage that burned in his soul, soaking and drowning him in its ugly ocean until he wanted to murder someone.

Her.

"So it's true. You... You walked away with my child and...aborted it. You...you fucking bitch."

Each word he muttered was fueled by agony, the pain of a feeling that had been ripped from him consuming him.

His palm tightened around her throat, and Elena coughed, struggling against his powerful strength.

"I...I..."

Tears rolled down her cheeks, her lips trembling, and all of a sudden, Mikhail wrenched his hand away and took a step back, raking his fingers through his hair.

"Mik, it's not what you think. I actually wanted to tell you, I..."

Elena started to stutter, guilt and that ache returning again, but she was cut off.

"Shut up. I don't wanna hear those fucking lies from your lips again."

Before the petite brunette could say a word, her phone started to ring, and she could have ignored it, except that it was from the hospital.

As Mikhail watched with eyes full of rage and hate, she cleared her throat and picked up the call,

"Hey, why..."

But fate must be making a show of interrupting her,

"Ms Taylor, we've approved your request to transfer the patient under your care to our branch in New York."

Her request?

New York?

Elena's heart pounded as cold realization splashed on her, her eyes widening.

"N...no, I don't make such request. Don't move him, don't you dare or I will speak to the owner of the hospital!"

This time, the phone was taken from her shaky hands, and under her blurry gaze, Mikhail pushed the red button and raised his arrogant shoulders.

"I am now the owner of the hospital, and since this patient is so important to you that you've been paying his medical bills and taking a day off for three years to care for him, I will take him away from you, just like you took my child."

Fuck no.

That delicate olive skin reddened in fear, and she fell on her knees, shaking her head.

"P...Please, don't do this, he...he's innocent. Punish me instead, please."

Mikhail Volkov lowered himself until he gazed into those wet crystal eyes that shone like diamonds,

"He's being transferred to New York already, so if you want this boy toy of yours to live, you will come with me as my mistress, until I decide that I'm tired of you."