She thought he was her savior. That he was saving her from her brother's cruel game. But little did she know that he was the game master. The orchestrator of an entire web of deceit and hidden intentions. When she looked at him, she saw hope. And when he looked at her, he saw his shot at revenge. Vengeance for the crimes she didn't know her family committed against his. Surely he would fall. But how soon? Would it be too late before he realizes that the woman he intended to break completely was his only shot at happiness? Would he destroy everything with no amends, or will he come to his senses and accept the love Fiona had been longing to give.
The sound of a whip landing on something echoed throughout the mansion and each whip was followed by Fiona's weak cries. Her tears fell heavily as she wrapped her arms around her head, trying to protect herself from the hits. She knew she couldn't defend herself, not against her brother's cruelty. He was bigger than her in more ways than one, and trying to stand up to him would be signing your own death sentence.
Her small frame trembled violently with each lash that Lorenzo delivered on her delicate body. Her face was buried in her hands, but that was not enough to block out the sharp, biting pain her brithe inflicted on her and the bitter tears that escaped her eyes.
"You stupid, unreasonable girl! "Lorenzo finally yelled, his voice dripping with venom.
"You think you can just scratch my business partner's eyes out and get away with it? "He yelled and Fiona shook at the anger in his voice. She had expected him to be angry but underestimated how angry her actions would make him. He swung the cane again, and as Fiona let out a wail, a sick, twisted smile crawled onto his face.
"Why can't you just do as you're told, Fiona? "He then spat as he threw his foot at her side, and Fiona gasped for air.
"You scratched the eyes of the man I sent to you last night. A man who was willing to pay a huge fortune to spend a night with you! Just one night! Yet you chased him off like a rabid dog! "He growled, and Fiona curled tightly into herself, gasping and whimpering as he body tried to recover from the torture she just faced.
Her body was a map of red welts and bruises, each mark evidence of her brother's cruelty. Lorenzo was cruel and rootless, but Fiona was just as stubborn.
"I'd rather die, " she managed to croak through her tears, and Lorenzo raised his brows in shock.
"I'd rather die than give up my body to satisfy your disgusting greed! "She added, and Lorenzo froze in amusement.
"Die? "He questioned with mockery heavy in his voice as he brought the cane down on her once more.
"You think you're making some grand gesture here? You're just being a fool. Men are willing to pay any amount I call for a night with you, and you drive them away with your ridiculous defiance. What exactly is so special about your body!? You know we're going bankrupt, yet you won't help! "He yelled, Fiona shut her eyes as she heard and felt the anger in his voice and words.
Her skin stung and burned, but she wouldn't beg him to stop hitting her. She learned the hard way that Lorenzo would never stop if she begged. He relished in her helplessness and it only seemed to inflate his ego. So, although she was weak and felt like she was dying, she wouldn't beg him. Not once. She would rather weep and bite the inside of her cheek.
"You're so stupid, " Lorenzo spoke again. This time, pacing in front of her.
"So unreasonable. You could be making us both a fortune, but instead, you're making my life difficult. "He added and Fiona gulped.
The air in the room was thick with the smell of sweat and fear, and through it all, Fiona tried to breathe, but every drag felt more difficult than the last. Her body was weak. Lorenzo knew this. But he didn't care.
"Why won't you just do as you're told?" Lorenzo then spoke. his voice was almost pleading now, as he stood in front of her
"If you gave in willingly, it would be so much easier for both of us. But if you keep this up, I'll have to break you. And you'll once again make me the bad guy. "He added and Fiona just watched him from under her lashes.
"After our parents died two years ago, I've been the one taking care of you. I'm the one who's kept you from ending up on the streets. You owe me, Fiona. You owe me. This is the least you can do. We need money. " He spoke as he squatted in front of his younger stepsister.
Fiona's silence was heavy, her body weak and battered. The truth of Lorenzo's words was a cruel reminder of her dependence on him. Their parents' death had left her at his mercy, and every day since then had been a battle for survival in a world that suddenly turned cold and unforgiving.
Lorenzo's face hardened when he realized that Fiona was not willing to yield. He shut his eyes in defeat before standing up and looking at her shaking weak form.
"Since you can't handle the simple task I've given you, at least you can be useful in another way. You're coming with me to a meeting with one of my business partners. "He said and Fiona held her breath.
The words were delivered with finality. There was no room for argument, and Fiona knew that resisting would be futile. It has always been. Her role in these meetings had become a twisted form of "service".
The "service" was simple. All she had to do was distract men with her presence while Lorenzo manipulated the deals.
"Your job, "Lorenzo continued.
"will be the same as always. Sit pretty, look charming, and keep the man's attention away from any discrepancies in the document he's going to sign. I swear to God, if you fuck that up too, you just might go join our parents tonight. "He added and Fiona's heart sank at his words.
Her role in these schemes was demeaning, to say the least. But it was the only thing that kept her from more forms of punishment. Lorenzo had orchestrated every aspect of her life to suit his needs, and she was powerless to resist.
"I'll be waiting. Expect the makeup team soon. " Lorenzo said, turning on his heel.
"We leave in two hours. "
With that, he strode out of the room, the door slamming behind him with a thud that echoed through the room. The silence that followed was a heavy blanket of despair. Fiona remained where she was, her body aching, her spirit bruised. The pain was almost unbearable.
She forced herself to stand up and her legs trembled with every movement. The pain was almost paralyzing, but she knew she had to prepare for the meeting.
She walked over to the bathroom to wash off the sweat and blood that had now stained her skin and as the bathroom mirror reflected her pitiful sight, her heart broke further.
"See what your pretty diamond has become, Daddy. "She whispered as she stared at her reflection. She painfully looked away and turned on the faucet. She let the cold water run over her hands before carefully wiping her face and cleaning her wounds. Each touch of the damp cloth sent sharp stings through her body, but she bore the pain. The water was a small comfort, and she 2oukd do anything to get comfort. Life after her parent's deaths turned into a playlist of catastrophes.
When she was done cleaning up, she dressed in the outfit Lorenzo had chosen for her... A tight, red dress that showed off her curves. She hated the way it made her feel, like a piece of meat on display. But she knew better than to disobey her brother. As she dressed and waited for the make-up crew, she thought about her dreams for the future. A future where she would finally escape Lorenzo's clutches and live the life she has always wanted.
In exactly one year, she would inherit her grandfather's fortune. It was the only thing that kept her going, the only hope she had left in a world of darkness and loneliness.
She constantly found herself praying for time to move faster, for the days to slip by quickly so that she could finally be free. It was all she had to hold on to. In just one year, she would be free. Finally,
The makeup crew arrived and two hours passed in a blur of aching limbs and anxious thoughts. When Lorenzo returned, his aura was businesslike, he seemed different from the man who battered her just a few minutes ago. He was the charming young man the whole world knew. But Fiona knew the monstywho hid under His facade.
His gaze swept over Fiona, assessing what the crew did. The crew did a good job hiding all her scars and Fiona looked ravishing. A perfect distraction for any straight man.
"Good, " he said curtly, and Fiona swallowed.
"Let's go. "He ordered.
Fiona followed him out of her room with her heart pounding in her chest. The meeting ahead was yet another test of her endurance. She walked beside Lorenzo, her mind focused on the promise of a brighter future, a future she couldn't wait for.
Funny enough, she didn't want revenge for all the wrong things Lorenzo did to her in the past two years. She just wanted to leave. Go... And free.
Despite how far away one year seemed, she was waiting happily. Finally, she'd be able to spread her wings and fly.
As they arrived at the meeting point, a loud, flimsy club in one of the city's high-class clubs, Fiona felt her skin crawl. However, she pulled herself together. Upsetting Lorenzo at such a fragile time would be disastrous.
No matter how much she hated clubs, she had to focus on why she was there. Her role was memorized. She was to use her appearance to distract and entertain her brother's partners. To keep their focus off the financial maneuvers jampacked in the documents her brother would make them sign. She had to keep their attention off what really mattered.
As they walked to the VIP section, Lorenzo's business partner was already there, a pot-bellied man with a sharp gaze and a calculating smile. Fiona took her place beside him, flashing a carefully practiced smile that hid her inner turmoil.
The conversation between Lorenzo and his partner began, and Fiona's role came into play. She was there to keep the man's attention.
Throughout the meeting, Fiona played her part with a forced grace. She engaged in light conversations. Her laughter and attentiveness were designed and rehearsed to draw the partner's focus away from the document being signed and to her. Every glance, every gesture, was part of a performance she had come to hate but was forced to maintain.
As the meeting drew to a close, Fiona's mind drifted back to her dreams of freedom. She clung to the hope that in one year, everything would change. She would finally pursue her painting dreams and maybe take up dancing again. Or cooking. She was lost in thought but was harshly brought back when she felt the man's hand on her thigh.
"If you want us to seal this deal, I have one request. "The man spoke and immediately, Fiona sought her brother's eyes.
"What? "Her brother questioned, and the man smirked.
"Her. "
That one word caused Fiona's heart to stop. The man hungrily looked her over but she only lost composure when her brother answered.
"If that's all it'll take to get your signature... She's all yours. "
"Fine. I'd leave. "I reply, and Christiana's jaw hits the ground. "Raymond? "Mr. William calls in awe. "You had no choice. Greenwood, get upstairs and pack all Raymond's things. "Grandma says to me. The last part, she says with her back turned to me, calling out to the head of male helpers in the house. "But I'd be leaving with my wife. "I drop the bomb and grandma freezes. She turns around slowly to look at me. The look of confusion on her face. " Excuse you? "She questions and I smile. "If I'm leaving, I'm taking my wife along. As far as I know, Christiana and I are a married couple and I refuse to go anywhere without my wife. "I reply, and grandma scoffs as she covers the gap between us. "You scheming, little devil. You think you're so smart, don't you? "She says in my face and I look into her eyes. Silently challenging her to do whatever she can to stop me. "Well, my granddaughter will go nowhere with you if she doesn't want to... "Grandma begins. " Actually Grandma, I'm sticking by my husband. "Christiana's voice cuts grandma, and I stare up at her in shock. I thought I'd have to do this with force, and then try my best to make up for it later. But Christiana just shocked the brows off everybody's face. Including mine! *********** A wise man once said, you never really know someone till you give them power. How about family? Is family the same when there's a fight for might and glory?
Crystal is a plus-sized werewolf who is constantly bullied for how she looks. Her only support is her elder sister who has stood by her and raised her since their parents died. Crystal is able to withstand this torture till the day it is discovered that her mate is her arch-nemesis. The Alpha's only son who has always spearheaded her bullying alongside his girlfriend. He rejects her, and this pushes Crystal into the hands of a stranger. What happens when it is discovered that the stranger she spent the night with is none other than the feared Lycan king? Who rules over the whole region. What happens when the Lycan King demands Crystal to be his Luna? Will she agree? Would life with the Lycan be better than or worse than the life she has known? How will she handle the rival who wants the Lycan king all to herself and can go to any length to have him? And more importantly, what happens when her Alpha's son suddenly wants her back?
"I don't play games, David. If I want something, I take it. And you..." Salvatore's piercing green eyes bore into mine, "... you're mine. " ***** His job was... 'simple'. To rob him. To steal from him and run as far as his resources could take him. He didn't plan to be caught. And even if that was a probability, he never expected to be spared. He never expected Salvatore to spare his life and keep him around as a boy toy. He also didn't expect his straight ass to fall for a man. Especially not one as rough, dangerous, and deadly as Salvatore. Are the feelings reciprocated? Or is David just a toy to Salvatore? This is the question that plagues David as he falls deeper and faster for this dangerous, Italian hot cake. Realizing he could and would do anything for the unpredictable man he had grown to love. When their dangerous world closes in, David must decide. Will he run, or will he risk everything for the man who could break his heart?
Celine is a young teenager with big dreams and hopes. One of which is to get her wolf. But disaster looms when she eventually gets it, as it's a wolf she'd never pray to get. A red wolf. An unlucky wolf that ruins its pack and kills its mate. Her life begins to tumble downhill after getting this wolf, and that is until she lands in the hands of the unique Alpha of the silver crescent pack. Alpha Axton. Axton has a lot of dark webs around him, and Celine seems to be the light he needs. However, will Celine be able to overcome the curse of her wolf, or will it bring them misfortune?
Beware. This book contains mature contents "What do you want from me? Why do you follow me around? "Regina questions Grey as she walks up to him and sits on his laps facing him. And Grey feels his cock twitch under the full goodness she calls an ass. "You're not a child, Regina. You know just what I want. "He replies as he takes his hands out of the pockets of his hoodie and takes hold of her round, full ass. Digging his fingers into the soft, delicate flesh through her spandex black dress. Regina gulps at his touch and Gery stares staright into her pretty brown eyes as her breath hitches. "And what's that? "She replies. Trying to hide her hunger and lust, and Grey scoffs at her little act. "Since you want me spell it out, fine. "He says before adjusting himself in the chair while holding on to Regina so she won't fall off him. "I want to fuck your pussy in different tempos and listen to you scream my name as you quiver under me. "He whispers into her ear, and Regina feels her pussy clench at his words just as her heart skips a beat. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind that. "He adds before kissing her behind her ear lobe, and she shivers. "You're... You're my student. "She replies with her lust almost slipping through her voice, and Grey smirks. "And you're on my lap. Don't act like you don't want this, Regina. "He says as he pushes his bulge upward so it'd be pressed against her slit, and he smacks her butt. An act that forces Regina to swallow her moan. ******* She's a beautiful lecturer neglected by her indifferent husband. His a student with a certain mystery to him who has loved her from the moment he got to know her. A steamy relationship will be born. But will they be able to contain it, or will it consume them. Time to dive into a sexual world of "taboos. ". Are you ready? .
THIS BOOK IS AN EROTICA. VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. "You have no right to be so close to another man! " "You rejected me, remember? " "No! You're not the same girl I rejected! You're... You're different... " "Yes. Cause then, I could kill for you. And now, I'm here to kill you. " ********** Aurora was the soon-to-be Luna of the Moonfang pack, and she had just one dream. To finally find her mate and have the perfect soulmate to rule her pack with. Finally, a year to her coronation, she met him. Perez. A common rouge with no name or glory. However, this didn't stop Aurora's pure heart from giving him a chance. One whole year passed and she had fallen completely and entirely for him. So much so, that on the day of her coronation, she gave up her crown to him. Making him the Alpha of her pack. However, things took a horrible turn when he broke off their mate bond, killed her parents, and banished her immediately after becoming king. He was a man with a mission and now he had successfully snatched her pack, family and life from her. What will happen next? What does fate have in store for her? Will she be able to rise from the ashes? There's only one way to find out.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..."Â But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?