She caught her sister and fiancé in the act-on their supposed wedding bed. Betrayed and furious, she made a bold choice: climbing into his older brother's bed and becoming the lady of the house. Now the young mistress of a powerful family, she refuses to bow to humiliation. But her ex-fiancé won't let go so easily, determined to ruin her at any cost. Too bad for him-she's no damsel in distress. She's a cunning little fox, and this game has only just begun.
The wedding dress was perfect. Too perfect.
She stood before the mirror, running her fingers over the delicate lace, imagining the moment she would walk down the aisle. Excitement bubbled in her chest-until she heard it. A muffled giggle. A familiar voice.
Her heart pounded as she stepped closer to the bedroom door-their bedroom door. The one she was supposed to share with her soon-to-be husband. The laughter grew louder, tangled with breathless whispers and hushed moans.
With trembling hands, she pushed the door open.
There they were.
Her beloved fiancé. Her own sister. Tangled in sheets that were meant for her.
For a moment, the world stood still. The betrayal sliced through her like a blade, the pain too sharp to process. Her sister gasped, scrambling to cover herself with the silk sheets, while her fiancé froze, his expression shifting from shock to guilt, then to something even worse-indifference.
"You..." The word barely left her lips.
"Wait, I can explain," he started, not even bothering to move away from her sister's naked form.
She almost laughed. Explain? How did one explain something so vile?
She didn't cry. She didn't scream. Instead, she smiled. A slow, wicked smile.
"Congratulations," she said, her voice eerily calm. "You deserve each other."
Then she turned and walked away, leaving behind the wedding dress she had so carefully chosen, the perfect life she had imagined, and the love she had once believed in.
But she wasn't done.
No. If they wanted to play dirty, she would show them she wasn't the weak little girl they thought she was.
Minutes later, she stood in front of his door.
The penthouse suite at the most luxurious hotel in the city. The room belonged to him-the elder brother, the cold, untouchable man who rarely showed emotion. The one who had just returned from a business trip to attend his younger brother's wedding.
She knocked once.
When the door swung open, he stood there in his crisp, tailored suit, his tie slightly loosened from travel. His sharp, calculating eyes widened slightly at the sight of her-radiant and beautiful in a wedding dress that was no longer meant for a wedding.
For a moment, he said nothing.
Then, he tilted his head, his voice smooth and unreadable. "Shouldn't you be walking down the aisle right about now?"
She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. The scent of expensive cologne and whisky filled the air. "Change of plans," she murmured, locking eyes with him.
He arched a brow, intrigued but cautious. "I see."
Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words, before she finally whispered, "Make me your woman."
His expression darkened, unreadable. "Do you know what you're asking for?"
"Yes." Her fingers trailed over the buttons of his shirt, undoing the first one. Then the second. "And I don't regret it."
His jaw clenched. He wasn't a man easily swayed by emotions, but something in her eyes made him pause. Something raw. Something broken.
Then, as if making a decision, he reached for her.
The wedding dress she once cherished became nothing more than fabric-torn by his hands, discarded like the love she had lost. And with it, she buried the past, embracing the darkness of her new reality.
She was no longer a helpless bride.
She was reborn.
And this was only the beginning.
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Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
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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.