Claimed By The Arrogant Billionaire

Chapter 4

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Arriving at the White Estate gate where Cruz lives, the taxi pulled to a stop in front of the gate. I paid the driver before getting out.

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

Sighing, I walked up to the huge white gate to meet the estate security man.

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

"Um, I'm here to see my older brother, Cruz Brooks. He lives in the estate," I said, as I was already exhausted.

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

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

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

However, I felt stunned when I saw a black Rolls-Royce phantom driving into the estate gate, as the White Estate was known to inhabit many wealthy billionaires in Dominic City.

Gulping, I was shocked when my gaze locked with Ethan Owen—the same man who had a one-night stand with me a few hours ago.

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

I immediately looked away from him, pretending like I didn't know him. But his gaze bored into me, and I could feel its intensity.

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

"Hello, Cruz, I am at the white estate gate now," I informed my older brother on the call, and he said, "I will be there now."

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

After a few more minutes of standing, my brother arrived in a red sports car and parked, and 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 felt stunned 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, as I was nervous. So I walked up to his car and peered at my reflection in the mirror.

I was shocked by the sight that beheld me. My cheeks were painted red, and there were hickeys all over my neck.

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

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

"It's not important to talk about the man. It was a one-night stand," I said, 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 the man," I replied, my voice quivering.

"Can you take me to your house and stop asking me questions?" I snapped, wanting to escape my brother's inquiries, and he peered at me 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 canceled the 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 his car door open for me.

"What? Ten million? When did Jacob spend such a huge amount on me? 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 he 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, and 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 demanded that Dad pay him five million as his 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 that I looked so flushed at the moment.

"Mmm." My brother exhaled and said, "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 is able to afford a VIP 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.

"Haha. The man took advantage of you, and he blamed you for taking advantage of him? Well, I would say you should 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 to your home. I will confront Layla and Jacob later," I replied, exhausted, and my brother closed the car door.

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

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

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

"Why should Madison 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 that my brother worked for Madison's father before he got married to her. But she controlled him to the point that she didn't allow their baby to answer to 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 said, 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. He finally arrived at a white gate and parked.