After witnessing her father's death and being forcefully taken away from her family and sold into prostitution at a young age, Bella never had seen or hoped for a better life outside what she was, let alone find love, but fate had betrayed her once more, giving her an enemy in disguise of a lover. She found love in the arms of Leonard, a saviour who rekindled her hope. Reuniting with her long-lost mother was a flicker of light in her darkness. But just as the tides turned, tragedy's shadow loomed. Her friends met the same chilling fate that had stolen her father and family, igniting a firestorm of fury within her. With vengeance in her heart, she set out to track down Drago, the one responsible. But what she discovered shook the very core of her existence. Betrayed, used, and burdened with the weight of disrespecting the memory of her father and lost friend, Bella stood at the precipice of an unthinkable choice. Could love and revenge coexist, or had Bella been pushed to the brink of darkness beyond return? Will her love for Leonard overthrow her quest for revenge?
Bella Charles woke up to the sharp ring of the alarm on her bedside stool, eyes wide open, she lay, still sweating profusely with eyes full of tears, she must have been crying in her sleep. She realized she was holding onto her bed sheets too tightly,
"Freaking nightmares'' she murmured.
This occurring nightmare she'd had for ten long years was still so unsettling, only it wasn't just a nightmare it had actually happened. At seventeen she had witnessed her father being murdered in front of her, he lay there on the ground in a pool of his own blood, a bullet in his head, that left his head in a little split that showed a little bit of brain, blood running down his face and his eyes still open looking at her so lifeless and hopeless as she was being dragged away. Bella sat up, brought her knees to her chest and hugged herself, the memory fresh and hurting like it had happened yesterday.
"I miss you Pa, and I miss Mum and my sister so much. I will make sure he gets his karma twice as much"
she let the tears fall, it was her therapy, and crying her heart out helped her function properly. She brought out her diary beneath her pillow and opened the last few pages where the word 'Drago' was written repeatedly all over the pages. She stared at it for a while.
"Die, die, die, you freaking son of the devil" she cursed, hitting the page of the book with her hand.
"Burn in hell devil" she cursed under her breath, swearing her day for revenge would come. She closed the book and stood from the bed to get ready for her appointment for the evening.
The cold evening breeze only reminded Bella of her life as she knocked on the door of the house of her client, she wore a black fur jacket to keep out the cold as well as cover up her unnecessarily revealing outfit. The door opened and a huge man with a bald head appeared before her.
"How can I help you?" He asked. It was her first time with this client but she had seen a picture of him so she knew it wasn't this huge man, he was a lanky looking man in his early forties popularly known as the transporter.
"This is one funny-looking fellow," she said under her breath.
" I'm here to see Hugo," she said with a smile, then walked in when the man left the doorway.
Bella walked in observing the house calmly, it wasn't as big inside as it looked outside, and there were men all over about six of them sat in the living room, some smoked, some counted sealed packages into a bigger bag.
"Go upstairs," the man who answered the door said.
"Ohh okay thank you"Bella said turning to him she nodded her thanks before going up the stairs where she found additional four men moving around with guns.
One of them pointed to the last room.
"the last room," he said as he pointed in the direction.
"Thank you" Bella responded then followed. Knocking twice she let herself in. It was a big messy master's bedroom, with clothes and plates cluttered around.
"What a mess, how do people live in such a pigsty?" She murmured to herself, she saw the stacked-up package in the open dresser, and halfway across the room, she heard the spattering water of the shower and Hugo's humming.
"Ohh in the shower now, nice!" she whispered, seizing the opportunity she ran to the desk at the end of the room, she frantically looked around before searching the tables, then the drawers, she finally found it, the log book.
She flipped hurriedly to the middle and she found it, 11 pm tomorrow, Manhattan port, code: 55517, title: cold gold. She heard the shower go off and she hurriedly placed the book back in the drawer, ripping it a little.
"Shit! Shit careful Bella Charles!" She cursed under her breath then closed the drawer as quietly as she could, she hurriedly walked to one of the two single chairs in front of the bed cursing as her heels made more noise than she thought they could, she sat down, dropped her small handbag on the table in front of her then crossed her legs trying to look calm and composed, and forty seconds later Hugo came into the room naked with a towel on his wet hair.
"Santa Maria!" He exclaimed, jumping a little at the unexpected sight of her.
"I take it you were really expecting me" Bella said sarcastically with a smile, eyeing him head to toe letting her eyes linger on his groin.
"Not bad at all" she said, her eyes still feasting on the sight of his groin, she smiled at him when she finally raised her eyes to him.
"How long have you been here?" He asked walking to the dressing room unbothered by her bold stare.
"I just got here," she answered, getting up to remove her fur jacket.
A few minutes later he came out of the dresser wearing just trousers, he walked to the home theatre and turned it on, a song Bella wasn't familiar with came on, and he increased the volume a little higher, then went ahead to pour himself a half glass of Bombay sapphire that stood on the drawer beside his bed before coming to sit on the second chair opposite her.
"Come," he said, sounding more like a calm command as he took sips from the glass. Bella stood and walked to him swinging her hips seductively, he placed his hands in between her thighs, then moved upward till he got to her genital then he pinched her.
"Ouchhh, careful there" Bella warned trying to maintain her smile
"Did Lorenzo tell you how I like it huh? My taste is huuhh very peculiar" he said sniffing in between her legs through her short dress before looking up at her with a smile.
Bella didn't like the play out so far but she managed to smile back at him, it reminded her of 'Wild House' the birthplace of horror for her, where she had serviced men with so-called peculiar tastes, men who often abused women or like women abusing them for pleasure.
"Dance! Baby dance" Hugo ordered much to Bella's irritation. She did, swinging her hips side to side, twisting and whining her body the way she knew how, she giggled when she saw the sight pleased him.
"I hope this ends sooner or I will lose my mind, fuck!" She murmured to herself. He waved his hand signalling for her to take off her clothes, and she did, gently, one shoulder strap after another then let it fall to the floor, exposing her bare plum breast to his eyes, still dancing as she reached for her panties and slid out of it.
"Beautiful!" He exclaimed, laughing as he looked at her head to toe. He stood, going over the home theatre, he increased the volume some more, and Bella began to fear for herself.
He approached her with a smiling face, grabbed her left breast and began to suckle on it violently. Bella managed a terrified laugh but didn't expect what came next.
A slap landed on the left side of her face without warning, blinding her left eye temporarily and sending a deafening ring to her ears, she fell to the ground a terrified scoff escaping her lips and surprised eyes looked up at him. Hugo pulled her back up, grabbing her ass, kissing her neck and breast hurriedly like an animal starved of food, he grabbed the back of her head and then landed another slap on the same side as before. Bella screamed, swearing...
"Shit! Fuck! What the hell Hugo!" She cursed but the man wasn't moved by her reaction.
"This man is going to render me deaf as well as blind at this rate," she thought to herself.
"Should I fight him? No, I do not stand a chance, this is his territory, he could kill me" she contemplated in her head.
"I shouldn't have come, shouldn't have volunteered," she thought to herself, she had come because Hugo was transporting Drago's package and she wanted to be a helping hand in sabotaging the packages, she'd insisted she would take on this mission, she knew they were worth millions of dollars and it will be a painful loss for Drago.
Hugo pulled her again this time he took her to the bed and then shoved her onto it so her body was on the bed while she knelt on the floor.
"So beautiful," he said rubbing on her buttocks, he then bent over and kissed it before sending a hard smack onto it. This time Bella cried out in pain.
"Please stop" she begged knowing she couldn't escape him, not with his men lined up outside the door.
"Ohh I like it when you beg, you know what I like, nasty girl," he said, smacking her even more.
"Enough please" Bella pleaded, she felt his sweat drip on her back before he flipped her over onto her back and began to choke her.
Bella couldn't understand what was happening, had she been caught spying? Why was he trying to kill her?
She tapped violently at his hand, struggling as she twisted and turned beneath him fighting to push him off of her, she felt herself choke and her vision gradually began to blur, she felt another resounding hit to the head and everything went blank.
In a chaotic world where predictability was far-fetched, the bullet of one man had killed thousands. I stared into his eyes, his facade giving nothing away, but darkness whirled in his eyes as they could pierce right into my soul. Damon Antonio, a mysterious man who sought no other woman except me, an ordinary orphan with a traumatic past, when my scars were visible and invisible. It was unclear why it was me he wanted, but his dark eyes gave nothing away. Having been sold by my uncle, to a man that held so much authority, I had to do whatever he told me to do. I had to follow his principles, I had to submit to him. I was terrified of him, being that he was so unpredictable. It turned out that Damon Antonio had bought me in order to marry me. I wanted to scream, to say no, but his presence alone choked all the words in my throat. I was just a weakling to a man who dealt with his enemies like they were nothing but animals. Drug dealing was his major, his wealth was extreme, and he owned clubs in states and countries. I turned out to be the wife of one of the most dangerous men in the world. And he had only one target, his brother. After his brother had killed their parents, Damon sought nothing but revenge. Damon was a man of mystery and power battling with his demons as they sought to be unleashed upon his brother one day. Derek Antonio, the silent killer. It was a battle between two brothers, one who was despised and the other filled with hatred. The answers had to be given, why had Derek killed their parents? Why did he seek to kill even Damon, his own brother? Could it be power? Or was it something else? Damon dragged me into his own world, using me as his bait to get to Derek Antonio. But along the way, Derek Antonio seemed to grow fond of me and that was when all hell broke loose. It caused me to wonder, had Damon fallen for me? He never revealed it, all he ever did was use me for his own pleasure. I was torn between two brothers now and didn't know how it would end. This was a world I never wanted to be a part of. And the worst part, is Damon never ceased to reveal his brutality. Living in his world was chaotic...with this man, there was only danger lurking, but my heart spoke other languages, fear, curiosity, and lust...with this man, it was different, especially when he swore to break me.
Vanessa finally broke free from the clutches of her obsessive and abusive ex, Cane Carnegie. ‘ "I own you, B*tch! You'll never be free." Cane's haunting words echo in her mind.’ The trauma still lingers, casting a dark shadow over her new marriage to Dale. Struggling to understand her pain, Dale finds himself ensnared by the seductive charms of his colleague, Valerie. ‘Valerie gets down from the desk, adjusts his chair and sits on his legs in a cowgirl position, then carries his both hands around her waist placing them on her ass as she looks into his eyes and says "Tell me you don't want this and I'll walk away, never to disturb you again.” ‘’ ***** "You deserve so much better than a damaged woman like Vanessa," Valerie whispers, her voice dripping with deceit. As Vanessa seeks solace in therapy and a chance at true love with a stunningly handsome Billionaire with a dark and Evil past, her past comes roaring back with a vengeance. Cane, the sociopathic ex, is determined to reclaim her as his own. His obsession is as unyielding as his physical strength, and he'll stop at nothing to dominate her once more. As Cane's aggression escalates, Vanessa must confront the darkness she thought she'd left behind. But her attempts to fight back only awaken a greater evil, threatening to destroy everything she holds dear. Can she survive the maelstrom of terror that surrounds her and reclaim her life? Or will she remain forever trapped between the horrors of her past and the terrors of her present? Her life and salvation is at the mercy of a man she barely knows.
Ariella is left with no choice other than taking Juanita to a new boarding school so she could go back to work. She encounters Maxwell on one of the trips and that's how what seemed like a love story began. They bonded over the death of Maxwell's daughter. Found comfort in each other's arms even though they never talked about their broken home and spouses. They kept intersecting unplanned at the airport and subsequently wanted to meet up because they missed each other and found each other comforting. However, things took another turn when Madison (Maxwell's Wife) and Paulo Gustavo (Ariella's Husband) discovered what was going on between these two.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”