I work at an orphanage, on my way home, I was robbed by an old woman and became a sex slave of two men, they tortured me, tutored me, and made me come one after another
I work at an orphanage, on my way home, I was robbed by an old woman and became a sex slave of two men, they tortured me, tutored me, and made me come one after another
Martha was a pleasant young lady. A little bit prissy, extremely respectable, and pleasingly fat, as her fiance Evan reassured her, she was also a little bit chubby. Martha had never attended college, so at the age of 18, she continued to live at home with her parents while she waited to be married to Evan, a person she had known since childhood. They went to the same church, and the idea that she would prefer someone else to him had never crossed her mind. Her parents informed her that it was God's plan that she marry Evan, have children, and take her position in the world by his side.
This did not imply that she genuinely desired Evan in any way, shape, or form; but, she did consider that possibility. That satisfied her needs, so we can go on.
Martha was not someone who actively sought out new experiences, but she did possess a wild side. At any case, this is what her parents thought, and it was likely that they were correct, even if Martha hadn't yet realized this about herself. But she helped people less fortunate than herself by doing volunteer work as her father put it. She worked at an orphange. According to her father, this was very reckless conduct, but she overlooked it because she believed it was for a greater good.
On the Wednesday of the fall semester, she arrived late to work since many other employees were absent due to illness. It was already dark when she finally emerged from the house at 8:00. As the wind slashed the air at her bus stop, Martha wrapped her thick coat around herself even more tightly so that she could stay warm. Due to the fact that it was somewhat later than she was used to being out, she was by herself and unsure of when the bus would arrive. When she got home, her mother would make her a nice cup of cocoa, and then she would read her book, say her prayers, and then go to sleep. Soon, she would be there. Martha appreciated order, thus the fact that her life was so routine and uninteresting was perfect for her. Everything was going to go in a new direction.
"Excuse me, ma'am."
When Martha glanced up, she noticed a lady who seemed untidy, was too tiny, and had something about her eyes that didn't seem quite right. Martha was mentally shaking her head in disgust as she disapprovedly thinking of drugs. However, she was a respectful young lady, as seen by the fact that she smiled and politely acknowledged the young lady.
"My baby." The lady indicated with her finger a little automobile that was parked on the other side of the road. She did not provide any details.
"Pardon?"
"My baby. She is unable to free herself from the car seat. I am unable to open it. She is sobbing uncontrollably right now. Would you give it a shot?"
What a strange request to make! The mother did not seem to be in nearly as much distress as Martha would have been had it been her own kid who was held captive. It has had to be the pills! And that poor infant was trapped! Martha's naturally helpful personality overcame any reservations she may have had, and she ran over with the other lady to assist the infant.
After they had arrived to the vehicle, the lady opened the trunk door. Martha strained to listen more closely, anticipating the sound of a wailing baby. She was startled when she felt someone force her into the rear seat of the automobile before her eyes had acclimated to the dim lighting inside the vehicle. When the door slammed shut behind her, she stumbled forward and let out a terrified shriek. The front window was pushed down, revealing a hand reaching out with an envelope. The alleged mother grabbed the letter before vanishing into the shadow of October.
After Martha let out a scream, someone immediately covered her lips with their palm, which muffled the sound. The motor of the vehicle started, and the vehicle, which had Martha locked inside, began to drive away. She was shaking with fear. The person holding her tightened their grip on her as she struggled to get free, and then someone struck her in the back of the head with something heavy after she had been struggling to break away. Martha collapsed into his arms, mute and motionless as she did so.
When Martha regained consciousness, she was inside of a room. It was completely black, with the exception of a sliver of light that could be seen under what seemed to be the door. Her first conscious thought was of the dull ache that she was experiencing in the back of her head, which was the location where she had been struck. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw that she was positioned correctly on a chair and awake. As soon as she regained consciousness, she knew immediately that someone had taken her hostage, and her heart started to pound frantically against her ribs. Kidnapped! Who might possibly want to abduct her, and why would they want to do that? Martha suddenly became aware that her hands were restrained behind the chair as she attempted to lift one of them to brush her hair away from her face. The rope was binding her at the knee and the ankle, and her legs were tied to the legs of the chair so that she had no choice but to sit in a very unladylike posture. Her head was throbbing, and it took her a minute to fully comprehend the worst news of all! She was without clothing!
Martha's pink and plump skin was exposed to the world, or whomever had abducted her at the very least. The only thing covering her body was a crisscross of thick rope that encompassed her whole body. She was scared at the idea that someone may see her in such a vulnerable state, and she felt heat spreading over her face and seeping down her chest. Except for when she was in the shower, she never went barefoot in public. She never glanced in the mirror, and she made sure that Evan never had the chance to do so either. Not until marriage, she would tell him on the few times when his passion got the better of him and a chaste kiss threatened to go too far. Marriage was the one exception to the rule.
However, at this point she was exposed, with her high and tiny breasts on full display, her rose pink nipples protruding between the ropes that were brutally cutting into her flesh. Her sexuality was on display, and despite her best efforts, she was unable to pull her legs together. The sheer shame of being nude was so intense that it entirely overcame any dread of being abducted or murdered. This was because the embarrassment was so intense.
I was ready to reveal my true identity, imagining Charles's proposal, but then I overheard the conversation. "Are you and Tracy Davis getting married?" "What about Victoria?" "She's nothing special, just a mistress." Fury coursed through me as I walked away. Tracy Davis, the girl who tormented me in high school, was now a part of Charles's plans. I ended things with Charles, then orchestrated the merger of all the companies that had humiliated me-at their wedding ceremony.
Quinn's life shatters when she learns Alpha Xavier Slater, her mate, drugged her to forget him for his adoptive sister Yvonne's fake cancer wish. Discovering Yvonne lied about her illness and Xavier's complicity in hurting her, Quinn's love turns to hate. After enduring his abuse and witnessing his betrayal, she escapes to bond with Byron Rutledge, an old flame. Xavier, realizing Yvonne's deception and his mistake, desperately tries to win Quinn back, but she rejects him, revealing she'd been his drug test subject. With Byron's support, Quinn burns bridges with Xavier, ready for a fresh start free from his lies.
I'm Zoe, formerly known as Chloe. My childhood was filled with tragedy. My father, Alpha Lucian, believed Vanessa's false accusations and callously stuffed my mother into a suitcase, leading to her death. He ignored my pleas and mistreated me, even endangering my life to save Vanessa's baby. When the truth about Vanessa's crimes emerged, my father was consumed by guilt and regret. Years later, I returned to confront him before traveling back in time. I warned my younger father of the future, preventing the tragic bond. This changed everything, allowing my mother to live a different life, bond with another, and still have me while pursuing her career.
I was reincarnated determined to break my bond with Silas, who favored his sister Bella over me. I planned to join the healer's brigade with Robert. After a series of conflicts and false accusations from Bella, I terminated my pregnancy and finalized the bond break. I faced a rogue's terror blast in Favalon, faked my death as Jasmine, and discovered Bella's true, manipulative nature. Years later, while dealing with a bioweapon threat, Silas saved me but died in the process. Despite our troubled past, his sacrifice showed his true feelings.....
Ava endures years of abuse and humiliation as a loyal servant to Alpha Arther, driven by a vow to fulfill the dying wish of Nelson, Arther's late brother who saved her from a life of trafficking and trauma. Bound by guilt and duty, Ava sacrifices herself repeatedly-taking bullets, enduring torture, and serving as a punching bag for Arther and his sadistic mate, Bellona. As Arther grows obsessed with Bellona, he cruelly dismisses Ava, blaming her for imagined slights and forcing her to endure public degradation. Unbeknownst to him, Ava's loyalty stems from a sacred promise to Nelson, whose memory she cherishes through a wolf's tooth pendant and a hidden journal. When Arther orders Ava to plan his wedding to Bellona in her hometown of Webber-a place steeped in her painful past with Nelson-she begins to unravel, clinging to the last remnants of her shattered dignity. The truth erupts at the wedding when Bellona exposes Ava's pendant, triggering Arther's jealousy. In a desperate bid to save the pendant, Ava nearly drowns, revealing her deep bond with Nelson. Arther, consumed by rage and confusion, discovers Nelson's journal, uncovering his brother's love for Ava and her decades-long sacrifice for his safety...
After six years bound to Alpha Lucian, I stumbled on a clinic scene that shattered my world: he was ordering herbs to protect Vanessa Monroe's pregnancy while aborting mine, all to secure her child's inheritance. Heartbroken, I faked a miscarriage as he played the doting mate, then burned every memory and fled. Lucian later eliminated Vanessa, realizing his mistake, and plastered the world with missing-person posters. In Sylvoth Pack, I posed as married to Ben Foster, a kind fugitive. When Lucian found me, he revealed he'd aborted our baby to save my frail body and was drugged into bedding Vanessa. But I'd already fallen for Ben, who gave up his title for me. I chose a simple life over returning, and Lucian died alone, wearing the only coat I'd made him that I never burned.
A year into the marriage, Thea rushed home with radiant happiness-she was pregnant. Jerred barely glanced up. "She's back." The woman he'd never let go had returned, and he forgot he was a husband, spending every night at her hospital bed. Thea forced a smile. "Let's divorce." He snapped, "You're jealous of someone who's dying?" Because the woman was terminal, he excused every jab and made Thea endure. When love went cold, she left the papers and stormed off. He locked down the city and caught her at the airport, eyes red, dropping to his knees. "Honey, where are you going with our child?"
For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.
Nadine reunited with her family, convinced she'd been discarded, rage simmering-only to find collapse: her mother unstable, her father poisoned; a pianist brother trapped in a sham marriage, a detective brother framed and jailed, the youngest dragged into a gang. While the fake daughter mocked and colluded, Nadine moved in secret-healing her mother, curing her father, ending the union, clearing charges, and lifting the youngest to leader. Rumors said she rode coattails, unworthy of Rhys, the unmatched magnate. Few knew she was a renowned healer, legendary assassin, mysterious tycoon... Rhys knelt. "Marry me! The entire empire is yours for the taking!"
Kristine planned to surprise her husband with a helicopter for their fifth anniversary, then learned the marriage had been a setup from day one. The man she called a husband never loved her-it was all one hell of a lie. She dropped the act, shed a lot of weight, and rebuilt herself, ready to make every bastard eat their words. After an impulsive remarriage, she accidentally exposed who she really was: a star designer and heir to a billion-dollar empire. And the bodyguard she'd hired was him all along! Who would've known, the "college student" she married turned out to be a feared underworld kingpin.
Every she-wolf in the Blackwood Pack envied me. Olivia Klein, the lowest-ranked Omega who married the most powerful Alpha, Dominic Blackwood. Yet none knew the truth of my torment. The Phoenix mark on my neck made me Dominic Blackwood's Luna-but it never made me his choice. For five years, I endured his hatred, the pack's scorn, and the crushing weight of a prophecy no one believed. And when the car crash nearly stole our unborn child from me, my desperate calls went unanswered. Instead, Dominic moved his ex into our bedroom. That's when I understood: prophecies lie. Marks fade. And some battles? Aren't worth fighting. For the sake of my child, I was resolved to leave. But tell me, why did that callous, heartless Alpha suddenly have regrets?
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
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