"You're mine now, Sabrina. My property. You'll atone for every pain your father dealt me. And mark my words, there's no escape. I will forever haunt your steps." Twenty years later, Alpha Prince Damon returns. Not as a prince, but as a ghost from Judrith's past, a shadow seeking vengeance. He will reclaim his stolen kingdom, but not before he takes what the usurper king holds dearest: his daughter. He will take the princess, break her, possess her and make her his own. But what happens when she's nothing like her father? Will he come to realize her beauty, even with the deep-rooted hatred he harbors for her? And also what happens when the princess is thrown into a choice of duty and love? Her heart now belongs to the very man she was sworn to despise -- the man she was destined to betray. A dark romance novel with explicit content. Beware!
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The once vibrant Kingdom of Zandia was now a bloodbath. Fire raged, arrows rained down, and the clash of swords filled the air as people fell, lifeless, to the ground. The massacre was brutal, chaos reigning as mothers screamed for their children and children cried out for their parents.
The enemy kingdom had successfully invaded the palace. "Elisha, it's so good to see you, my brother," a voice sneered, dripping with malice. Judrith, his sword still slick with blood, laughed maniacally.
"Judrith, I beg you. Let everyone go, please stop this madness," King Elisha pleaded, his heart breaking at the sight of his people being butchered like animals. His kingdom was falling, and he felt the crushing weight of his failure. Falling to his knees, he clasped his hands together. "Please," he begged, "They are innocent. You can kill me instead, but please let my people go. Please spare my family."
Judrith's laughter echoed through the besieged palace. "Your family, you say? If you mean your queen and all of the royal family, then I'm sorry, Elisha, they should have turned into ashes by now."
King Elisha's eyes widened in shock. The royal family... dead?
"I wanted to kill you myself. Otherwise, you would have been like that by now. And fair enough, I'm going to send you to them so they won't be missing you in hell," Judrith snarled. Without warning, he closed the distance, driving his bloody sword into the king's heart.
"Ahhh!" King Elisha shrieked in pain, blood gushing from the wound. "Wh...y a..are y..you d.do..doing this?" he coughed, blood staining his lips.
Judrith smirked wickedly. "I told you I would kill you one day. I guess today is the day." He pulled out the sword and plunged it into the king's heart again, repeating the action thrice. Then he kicked Elisha's body, eliciting another groan of pain.
"Yo..you w..will r..regret t...this," Elisha managed to gasp, his royal garment soaked in blood.
"No, I won't, because today henceforth, Zandia will have a new ruler, and none of your lineage will remain!" Judrith spat with pure hatred. "Rot in hell, brother, and oh, send my regards to King Anish." He smiled wickedly before pulling the sword out harshly. King Elisha yelped in immense pain, blood gushing from his mouth.
"Oh, armies of Badrith!" Judrith yelled authoritatively.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" they answered in sync.
"Tonight, Badrith has won! Today we are victorious!" he roared, raising his bloody sword to the sky. "Catch the able-bodied men and women, and kill all infants. Understood!"
"Yes, Your Highness!" With that, the slaughter continued. Judrith shot the dying king a venomous glance before walking away, slaughtering people as he went.
From his hidden place, ten-year-old Prince Damon had witnessed everything. He ran to his father, tears streaming down his face. "Father! Father!" he cried, holding onto his dying parent.
Weakly, King Elisha took his son's small hand in his own bloodied ones. "D...Damon," he stuttered.
"Father, please stand up! We have to go and save Mama and the Princess! We have to save Mama and my sister from the fire! Stand up, Father!" he wailed, pulling on his father's arm. But the man was too weak to move.
"Y...you must su...survive. Y...you h...have t...to survive...e n.no mm...attee.rr what," he said with all his remaining might.
"Father, please, don't die!" the little boy cried helplessly.
"G...go...go...no...now. G...goo faraway f...from h...ere a...and su...survive. Go!" he ordered, forcefully pulling his hand from Damon's grasp, using his last burst of energy. His eyes were slowly closing. "Go, Damon. And don't forget you are Prince Damon," he whispered before his eyes finally slipped shut.
"Ahhh! Father! Father, please!" Damon cried out in agony. But as a group of soldiers approached, he swiftly stood and hid. When he saw no one in sight, he ran with all his might.
He would never forget that night-the night he lost everything: his father, his mother, his sister, all the royal family, and his title. The night that drastically changed his life. His dark past.
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
Vengeance is hers, not God's. Andrea Campbell's world is shattered when Thane, her ruthless CEO husband, divorces her. Left with nothing, she has no family, no money, no identity. But as fate would have it, she is reunited with her billionaire birth father, Mr. Campbell. Five years later, Andrea returns as a stunning, sassy businesswoman, fueled by a burning desire for revenge. She plans to pull Thane into a high-stakes business collaboration and then destroy him. Thane, consumed by his ex-wife's transformation, will stop at nothing to reclaim her. Unaware of their hidden twin children and Andrea's secret game. He becomes increasingly obsessed. As they dance around their explosive past, Andrea struggles to keep her emotions in check. Thane's determination ignites a risky game of cat and mouse, where old feelings resurface and new flames ignite. Will Thane's all-consuming love be enough to quench Andrea's fury, or will her thirst for revenge destroy them both? Can Andrea resist Thane's relentless chase, or will she succumb to the passion that once bound them?
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"