Sophie Hill believed that marriage would be everything she dreamed of. She thought marrying the man she loved would make her life perfect, but she was mistaken. At nineteen, she married her soulmate and moved away with him. However, five years later, he broke the one rule she had set: DO NOT CHEAT! Sophie could endure his abusive behavior and remain a submissive wife for both him and her stepdaughter, but infidelity was where she drew the line. After escaping from her abusive husband, she crossed paths with Vincenzo Bianchi-the devil himself. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew he would never let her go; she was the spitting image of his late wife! ****** "I... I hate you," those words rolled off Sophie's tongue as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. "Let me go!" she sobbed. "I am not your prisoner, you psycho!" A sad smirk curled up Vincenzo's face as he heard her, before the tip of his naked dick pressed against her lingerie. "What do you want from me?" she shouted at him, not caring that he was the most dangerous man in the city. She attempted to provoke him, but her words only turned him on even more. He loves feisty girls who made love with violence. Looking at her, she seemed so fragile, but he was willing to let her go for now. He wanted her willingly! Some called him a sadist, but he was a dominant who loved when she submitted to please him. However, this one was different... she was feisty, but not in a good way. She wouldn't surrender herself to any man after walking out of an abusive marriage. Would Vincenzo be able to get Sophie to submit to him? Would Sophie be willing to compromise her beliefs, values, and doctrine to satisfy the devil?
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This book contains multiple explicit scenes and hardcore raw sex scenes with mostly BDSM that most readers might find distressing although every encounter is fully consensual.
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CHAPTER 1
SOPHIE
The shrill ring of the telephone in the kitchen snapped me out of making my husband, Leo's favorite drink.
I quickly wiped my hands and reached for the telephone. It was almost eleven PM, and I wondered who would be calling at this hour.
"Hello, Leo? When are you coming over, darling?" A feminine voice said as I picked up the telephone, and I froze.
I processed the fact that she was referring to my husband as "darling."
My nostrils flared, and I sniffed. "Who are you?"
"Oh my God, I'm sorry..." the woman on the other end stammered, but I cut her off sharply.
"Hey, hey, hey... don't hang up! Don't be a coward, okay? Just tell me your name. That's the least you can do for sleeping with my husband, don't you think?"
She inhaled sharply. "I'm Aurélie... I'm sorry, please. I shouldn't have called now." She hung up.
I slowly collapsed to the floor, my hands dragging down the blender, which crashed to the tiles.
This was my worst nightmare. I winced as I stared at the smoothie splattered across the floor.
I must be the most foolish woman on earth. It's eleven at night; I've already tucked my baby into bed, yet here I am, making my husband's favorite drink while he's out there with some other woman.
Some moments later, the door creaked open, and there he stood, walking in with a suitcase and a dirty smirk on his face.
I knew what was next... He was about to tell me some fairy tales about how work was super hectic and kept him late.
Leo approached me, his lips curling into a smile, but it vanished the moment he saw me crouched on the floor, tears streaming down my face.
He quickly lunged for me, asking worriedly, "What is the problem, Sophie?"
I gazed up at him, sniffing. "She called you-" I began.
His eyes widened in confusion. "Who are you talking about?"
"Aurélie," I replied in a shaky voice. "I guess you're late again today, huh?"
I exhaled lightly. Her name sounded French. Leo always claimed he didn't like French girls, yet here he was, coming home late every night because of one of the very women he claims to hate.
He bent down, cupping my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his gaze even if I didn't want to.
"Look at me," he urged, his voice calm. "She's not important, Sophie... You are! Just you and Adele, our daughter, are what matters to me, okay?"
I sighed, then scoffed, looking away. Of course, I was more important to him.
I must be brain dead, right? I must be the biggest fool on the planet, believing we were happy, thinking we were so lucky.
I thought I was safe with him after everything I'd been through, all because of him.
I followed every rule he set. I distanced myself from my family, deleted my social media accounts, and avoided parties to keep other men from noticing me.
Yes, that's what he demanded, and for the past five years, I complied. But now he's sleeping with some other woman?
I can tolerate his yelling and hitting, but I gave him one rule out of the million he imposed on me: I told him to never cheat on me.
"Listen to me," he said, sitting on the floor and inching closer as I sobbed.
But I sharply interrupted him. "I can smell her!" I sneered, standing up. "I can smell her damn perfume or whatever that slut's name is!"
"What?" he exclaimed, disbelief lacing his voice. "Baby, all we did was have a drink. Just at the coffee shop, nothing more..."
"Stop it!" I slammed my fists against the kitchen cabinet in anger. "Leo, you're caught. I caught you! Don't try to lie! Don't fucking try to talk your way out of this!!"
I paused for a moment, raising my gaze to him as the realization of how many times he had lied to me dawned on me. "How many are there, Leo? How many have you been sleeping with?"
"What does it matter?" My heart sank, and I arched an eyebrow, refusing to believe what I just heard.
He sighed. "Come on, what does it matter how many I've slept with? I know our sex life has been great, but I'm a man. We all know men and women have different needs."
"And the French lady is ready to take care of that side of me? Maybe it's better for everyone."
My jaw dropped, and I blinked rapidly, tears welling in my eyes.
I stepped forward, standing directly in front of him. "It's better for you, Leo!" I shouted, letting my emotions spill over for once.
I mean, he has a pretty good deal, doesn't he? He goes to work every day, then goes out and fools around with some other women while I stay here taking care of his house and his child!
The child is my stepdaughter-he never told me about her until after we got married. But guess what? I accepted it and babysit her all day, just for him to go off with other women?
Well, no more! This is the end. The party is over; I'm done with this!
He let out a deep breath. "Calm down, Sophie. I need you to calm down first."
"No!" I sobbed and yelled. "No, Leo! I'm not going to sit here and take it anymore. I'm not a doormat. I'm your fucking-"
Before I could finish my sentence, I felt a sharp sting across my cheek.
I stumbled back in shock, hands on my face, mouth agape, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. He slapped me?
"What?" He stared at me coldly. "Why are you looking at me that way, Sophie? Do you want to fight back for hitting you?"
"I'm a man, sweetheart, so it's no contest. I'll win," he laughed, a mirthless, mocking sound that made me groan in pain.
He bent down to my level, where I lay on the bare floor. "You have to understand something, sweetheart. I make the money here, so I set the rules, right? These are my rules! I can break any others..."
He sighed. "Fuck it. You just spoiled my night. I need to go out." He turned to me with a small smile playing on his lips. "This is better, don't you think? Now I don't have to sneak around and lie about going to work. I might just say I'm going to fuck her, right?"
He walked closer and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Good night, baby... don't do anything you might regret."
As the door slammed shut, I realized he was gone. I wanted to scream, to shout and sob all night for someone to help, but even if I screamed until dawn, no one would hear me-we lived in a soundproof house. I clenched my teeth, trying to stifle my cries and covering my mouth. This wasn't the time to cry. This was the time to run away, Sophie.
It was clear Leo wouldn't change.
The following day, I was awake by six o'clock, my usual time to start making breakfast for both my husband and my stepdaughter, Adele. But this time, I wasn't awake for that.
With my heart pounding, I stuffed my clothes into a leather mini travel bag. I didn't bother with my multitude of heels; I quickly packed a pair of Crocs instead, all while trying not to wake Adele. She was just a sweet, innocent four-year-old, and her crib was close to mine.
My hands trembled as I zipped up the bag. My eyes wandered to the window, ensuring Leo wasn't on his way back yet. He must not catch me trying to escape; I had to do it when he wasn't around. If he caught me, he'd just tie me back down here. I had tried to file a case for domestic abuse before, but my lawyer advised me to drop it-after all, Leo was a demi-god in this city, and I would never win.
My only way out of this place was to run far away. I picked up my bag and walked into Adele's room, my eyes sweeping over the little creature. I winced; I wished I could take her with me, but I couldn't. She deserved better than a deadbeat father. Leaning down, I kissed her forehead.
"I will miss you, baby..." I muttered, wiping away the tears that threatened to fall onto her cheeks. I didn't want to wake her.
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About 30 minutes later, I frantically parked my car about ten miles away from the boutique. Grabbing my small bag, I glanced around to make sure Leo wasn't trailing me before rushing inside. It was early, but thankfully, they were already open for business.
I quickly greeted the receptionist and headed straight for the clothes. I needed to find something to wear before visiting my mother in the hospital. I couldn't let anyone know that Leo and I were no longer together-this wasn't the right time. I didn't want to add to my mother's stress.
After browsing the outfits, I hurried to the counter to pay. I decided not to change back into my old clothes; this was the best place to try things on anyway. As I slid my card into the machine, the lights beeped red, indicating one thing-the transaction was declined.
I shook my head, pushing away the panic that crept in. I tried my card again, but it declined once more.
"Fuck!" I gritted my teeth. That jerk had already blocked my card. Now I was stuck in here wearing designer clothes I couldn't afford. I could feel the furtive gazes of other shoppers increasing; they must think I was some kind of con artist, rushing to try on clothes and unable to pay.
"Ma'am, can you please pay up? My boss is in today," the blonde cashier said, and I gulped.
I didn't have a penny on me. I couldn't believe the first thing Leo did when he didn't see me was freeze my bank account.
My body tensed, and anxiety coursed through me as I tried to dial any number on my phone for help. It felt ridiculous; I hadn't reached out to anyone in the last five years of my marriage but I would be calling them now just because I need help?
"What's happening here?" a thick baritone voice asked from behind me, startling me. When I turned, I collided with him, my eyes widening in shock as I took in his features. As I stumbled back, he grabbed me by both arms, steadying me.
But as our eyes met, I froze. "Vi vi Vicenzo?"
"Alessia?" he breathed.
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.
P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid." "Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite. But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!" ************************************ Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself. As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend - Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had. Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless as all her credit cards are blocked by her husband. She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed - Jared Johnson. Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her. It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else. But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation. She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins. Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...
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. .
“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?”
"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.
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.