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"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you anymore. You became mine the moment you let me in, and now you're going to be the mother of my son. Give me an heir, and I will spoil you until you beg me to stop. Just fulfill this one request, and I will make everyone who hurt you pay dearly. Become my Mrs. Black ... Miss Mirabel." It was supposed to be just a one-night stand. Nothing more. But when their paths cross again, he refuses to let her go-even though their worlds are completely different. He wants her to be his, but she isn't willing to forgive him for what he did. Then everything shatters when she discovers the truth: her parents sold her to the very man she despises. Forced to live with him for five years, she vows to never surrender. But there's one secret she never expected to keep-she's pregnant with his child. She plans to hide it from him forever. But is that even possible? What will happen when he finds out the truth? And when he does, will he ever let her go?
I sit on the bed in a room that feels as unfamiliar as it is intimidating. In my old home, I never had my own space-I always slept on the floor, huddled in a corner. But here, I'm in a large room with a bed so huge it could fit ten people. Its soft pillows and neatly arranged sheets should be comforting, yet they only remind me of how trapped I feel.
I never wanted to be here. The moment I signed that document, I lost something precious-I lost control of my own life. Now, I must live in this house with a man who not only broke my heart but also shattered my world. How can I share a home, and even a life, with the man who ruined everything for me?
That man is Asher Black-a dangerous man with money, power, and a reputation that sends shivers down my spine. I curse the night I met him because it was that very night my life was forever changed.
Do you want to know how it all began? Before I tell you about that terrible night, let me introduce myself and explain the life that led me here.
My name is Mirabel Pierce. I lost my mother when I was just five years old. Life without her has been cold and lonely. To make matters worse, my father-lost in his own sorrow-brought home his mistress, who came with a daughter. Once, I had known joy and laughter. But everything turned dark after my mother died. I often wished I could have died with her, escaping the cruel world I was forced to live in.
After her death, my stepmother treated me as nothing more than a servant. I was expected to do all the chores, cook meals that never tasted right, and clean every inch of our home. If I failed, punishment was swift and brutal-an iron belt leaving marks on my back that I hide from everyone. Each scar is a painful reminder of a past I'd rather forget.
To support myself and keep up with school, I started working part-time jobs. That's how I ended up at a small motel one fateful night. I was nearly finished for the day when my manager, overwhelmed with work, asked me to take care of a guest in room 13.
I remember standing at the door of room 13, knocking softly. After several tries, the door creaked open. Inside, the room was so dark I could barely see a thing. I carefully placed a drink on a small table and turned to leave.
Then everything changed.
As I was walking out, I felt a strong arm grab me. For a split second, I thought the guest might need help with something. But my hope quickly turned to terror when he pushed me onto the bed. My heart pounded, and fear took over. I begged him to stop, my voice shaking as I pleaded for mercy-but my words were lost in the overwhelming darkness of that room.
He ripped my clothes away as if they were nothing, and I found myself screaming for help. I cried out as loud as I could, but no one came to my rescue. When he realized that my screams were growing louder, he struck my face hard to silence me. I struggled desperately, but he was far too strong. In that unbearable moment, I was forced to submit to everything he wanted, and I felt my life slip away from me.
That night, the man who would become known as Asher Black changed everything. In one horrifying moment, I lost not only my innocence but also the hope of a life I could have controlled.
Now, as I sit in this strange room, I am haunted by memories of that night, the scars on my back, and the weight of the document I signed. I wonder if I will ever be free from this life or if I am doomed to live as a prisoner in a house that feels no less confining than a cell.
I remember the day clearly. My stepmother came to me with a cold look and said, "Pack your things." At first, I thought I was being sent somewhere safe. But then she told me I was to live with a man-and that he had already paid my dowry.
It was cruel to realize that my life was being decided for me. The worst part was the shocking truth: the man I was sold to was none other than Asher Black-the very man who had raped me. Hadn't he hurt me enough already? Now I was forced to live with him, bound by a contract that said I must stay with him for five long years and bear him an heir.
I was lost in my thoughts, feeling numb and trapped, when the door suddenly opened. There he stood-Asher himself-looking as handsome as ever in his own dangerous way. With his neatly styled hair, tall frame, and full, confident lips, he seemed almost untouchable. I couldn't bear to meet his eyes.
Then he spoke. "You didn't touch your food," he said in a low, accusing tone. His voice stirred my anger. I knew he was drunk that terrible night, and I knew all too well how he had ruined my life. Hearing him speak so casually, as if nothing mattered, made my blood boil.
"I'm not hungry," I replied firmly, standing up and trying to walk away. But he grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks. "Don't walk away when I'm talking to you," he ordered.
Something inside me snapped. "And don't touch me with your disgusting hands!" I shouted, and in a burst of defiant anger, I slapped him on the cheek.
For a moment, I froze in disbelief. Did I just slap him? He stared into my eyes and said, "You slapped me?" as he stepped closer. In that instant, terror gripped me. I wondered, is today the day I die? My heart pounded as I took a step back, unsure of what would happen next.
Beauty is a curse, not a gift. Rosana has always been the picture of beauty, a woman whose allure could captivate anyone. But on the night of her wedding, her life is ripped away from her, not by fate, but by the dangerous hands of Alexander Grey-a ruthless mafia billionaire feared by all. Alexander Grey is a man who gets what he wants, no matter the cost. He rules his world with power and intimidation, never hesitating to eliminate anyone who dares to stand in his way. But when he crosses paths with Rosana on her wedding night, everything changes. Her beauty haunts him, invades his every thought, and drives him to madness. Unable to shakeher from his mind, he comes to a chilling conclusion: the only way to silence the obsession is to possess her. Rosana's world is about to collide with the most dangerous man she's ever encountered. Will she survive the nightmare Alexander has created for her? Or will his dark obsession be the end of everything she's ever known?
"Is that not Ethan White?" Shirley's tender excited voice calls my attention to the tall glass of caramel that just stepped in. Those dark brown eyes that perfectly complements that half smile, only one person can pull off this look. That's definitely Ethan alright, but why is he here? Lori Moore, a 23-years old struggling young adult shuffling between part-time jobs to survive while on the hunt for her dream job, is forced to revisit an unpleasant memory she had long abandoned in her past, when Ethan White, her High School sweetheart shows up at their High School 7 years reunion dinner. Ethan's presence shakes up Lori's already chaotic world. Things get even more messy for Lori when old feelings reignite, but first, past hurts must be addressed.
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.
⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ This book contains mature contents,vulgar words,violence,toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers. ---- He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan."You sure you don't want this?Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words", She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth."I hate you,murderer", His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her."Say it again", She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly,as pathetic as it may sound.She gritted her teeth again and let out."I said I hate you,murderer!I wish you would just die and-ahh!",She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there."What are-ahh!",She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass. "Count!",He growled.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .