Valentina Romero's only goal was survival - until she unleashed the wrath of a mafia king. Now a prisoner in Matteo Russo's dangerous world, this defiant beauty must decide: submit to his demands or fight for her freedom at all costs. But when she uncovers the scars beneath Matteo's hard exterior, Valentina realizes her heart may be the price of his revenge...and her own salvation. Caught between love and duty, Matteo faces an impossible choice when a shocking betrayal threatens them both. In a world where power is everything, can love prevail? Or will Valentina become one more casualty of Matteo's dark obsession?
Valentina's Pov
"Beautiful, dangerous, innocent. That's exactly what I want." His tone lowered like stone dipped in water. His voice wrapped around me like a cloak.
He wrapped a hand around my neck before yanking me closer to him. His hot breath sent thrills through my body.
His grip got tighter as the string I was wearing was doing very little to cover me up.
My chest heaved and I knew he liked it.
"She's one of our best strippers boss. You can have her for as long as you want. My hand tried to release the grip he had on his neck.
He looked down, with a very dangerous smirk on his face. I shrunk under his gaze.
"I...I have to perform soon. I'm...I'm next..." I stuttered while he leaned in closer.
"Oh no sweetheart, you're serving me tonight." I yelped when he lifted me so I was hung over his shoulder.
"Mr Russo." I struggled against him. "Please let me go. If you don't I might lose my job." I complained. I heard a loud smack that stilled me. "You just..."
"Behave." He warned. Then we entered a room with him staring at me with hungry eyes.
"Mr. Russo, I signed a no sexual agreement. I believe it's against the rules to sleep with me." I said, but he took both my hands and placed them above my head before he leaned in closer.
"And your father, signed a marriage contract for you." He said causing my eyes t widen.
"He would never." I growled.
"Don't you dare growl at me." His tone lowered to a forboding one. "If you want to know the truth, you can ask him."
"How do you know my father?" I asked while he chuckled, the sound of it so pleasing to me.
He caressed my thighs. "I know so many things about you." He leaned closer before whispering. "Valentina Alexia Baldini, daughter of Giovanni Ricco Baldini, age nineteen, school attendance history, drop out. Your father knows you're a stripper and wants you married so you can stop."
"Are you stalking me?" I asked with annoyance.
"I'll advise you don't give me that look. I'm not a very kind man sweetheart." I said.
"Tell my father that he can fuck off with the stupid contract. I never asked for marriage!" I screamed.
He chuckled humorlessly. "You speak as though he don't know the type of world you live in." His grip on my hand tightened. "And I'm getting impatient here." He said and while I wanted to break away from him, I realized that was a terrible idea because I had a terrible pain shoot up my arm."
"Fuck." I cussed out of pain.
"Look at me." He stated but I was too occupied with getting away from him. Then he pressed me against the bed so I could feel every inch of him. My eyes widened. "Your escape plan is making it worse." He growled out obviously struggling to old himself.
"Please... please let me go." I said,hoping my features looked pleading enough. His eyes lingered on mine for a moment to long , before he straightened.
"Strip." He said causing my eyes to widen.
"What?"
"Don't make me repeat myself." He growled.
I was barely clothed already but I was hesitant. I was usually so confident in front of men but today I felt different.
"I won't hesitate to do it for you." He stated impatiently. Hesitantly, I took of my g-string, before taking off the strings attached to my chest. It barely covered it anyway.
He closed the gap between us, before gripping my ass and giving it a squeeze. He looked down at me while making sure I felt his manhood.
My cheeks flushed as heat crept to my face.
"For someone who's a stripper, you don't seem to have had a lot of experiences with men." He said before leaning down and whispering. "I like that, cause you're my whore."
"I don't belong to you." I blurted trying to shield my fear. "I belong to know one." He gripped my neck.
"Let me tell you this so you can keep it in your stubborn head. I own this place, just as much as I own every single woman working under me." He stated.
"W...why did you not go for another woman? Why me?" I stuttered.
"You see Sabrina," He moved closer to me, causing me to lean backwards. "I know what I want, and I go, for what I want." His
My chest heaved, causing his eyes to lower. He smirked when he noticed how affected I was.
He traced his thumb down my face, his piercing eyes boring into mine like they were boring into my soul.
"Didn't you act like you didn't want me seconds ago? Care to explain why you're so responsive then?" He said.
"You aren't helping so much either." I retorted and saw his lip twirl upwards.
"Smart mouth there I see." He stated.
He was doing too much, teasing me this way.
"Still won't say anything?" He questioned.
"Mr. Russo." I
"So now you know my name." His voice sent thrills down my spine. It was so heavy and smooth.
"Mr. Russo you're not even supposed to be here. This is wrong."
"As wrong as your boyfriend cheating with your step sister?"
My eyes widened.
"What do you mean by..."
"Shh, don't act like you're all that innocent, you're a stripper." He reminded me, as he stroked me with his fingers. My jaw dropped out of pleasure.
"I've never given myself out to any man and he knows that." I managed to say even though I was still contemplating his statement. How true was what he said?
He cocked a brow at me.
"What do you call a woman, at the mercy of another man who wishes to take her right here right now?" He asked causing me to worry. "No joke she's so responsive."
"You don't have to be so blunt." I said, trying to pull away, but with his stronger strength, he pinned me down and made me look at him in the eyes.
They were striking blue, and dark. One could tell there were so many mysteries clouded in those eyes.
"Why are you feeling guilty?" His question that really made my heart skip.
"I don't feel guilty, I just don't believe he would do such a thing." I said.
"It's pointless talking about it then." He leaned closer before kissing me right above my cheekbone.
"Wha...what are you doing?" I asked, breathless. Then threw my head back as his eyes darknened, staring into my eyes.
"You're innocent." He smirked and before I could speak.
"Oh my gosh, we just met." I said unable to believe his bluntness.
"I've known you for eleven years sweetheart." He said. "So you're not so new to me.
Eleven years? That was pretty creepy, but why wasn't I scared?
"You're stalking me?"
"Your boyfriend never care that much about you?" His question made me gasp.
"He...he..." I stuttered.
"I see. You've made your point."
"I swear he's not a bad person. He makes me laugh and smile."
His eyes narrowed at me. "So why can't I see it in your eyes? If he makes you happy, why are you still a stripper?"
"That's none of your business." I said, trying to push me off him but he wouldn't budge.
I kept squirming uncomfortably. My brows scrunched.
"You look so cute in this position." He said while I glared at him. He chuckled. "I have a proposition for you."
"What's that?"
"I don't know. Depends on how willing you are."
Emma Hayes thought she was living the perfect life. Married to billionaire Lucas Blackwell, she had everything a woman could want until it all came crashing down. Betrayed and blindsided, Emma watched as her world came crumbling down, ending in a bitter divorce. Lucas moved on faster, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. Five years have passed, and Emma has pieced her life back together stronger and more self-sufficient than ever. Then the walls come tumbling down when Lucas returns in his quest to have her back. All the old hurts gush wide open. He insists he has changed, but Emma has neither forgiven nor forgotten. With the old scores burning her up, she wants payback. She wants him to feel what she felt. However, as Lucas fights for her, Emma finds herself torn between the man who destroyed her and a passion that will not be denied. Can Emma trust Lucas again? Love, revenge, or redemption - what will she choose?
SYNOPSIS. Betrayed by both her mother, the alpha of her pack, his son and the lycan king, Raine finds herself in the hands of death. But fate intervened when a dying witch breathes new life into her, granting her a second at existence. Reborn as a Hexed Wolf, She was the ultimate hybrid with only one word on her mind:REVENGE. Using her new powers and knowledge of black magic, she brings down all who have hurt her, but what would happen if she finds herself falling in love with the same lycan king that betrayed her?
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
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.
Chloe Miler, a naïve young woman, waits shyly to spend Valentine's Day with her boyfriend, but is betrayed on that day when she witnesses him entangled in bed with her own sister. Chloe's heart is broken when her heartfelt love for him is trampled on in an instant. *** Lionel Williams, the mysterious billionaire, the top of the pyramid, is handsome as hell. His eyes are set high, but he is drugged, has a one-night stand with a strange woman, and is humiliated by that unknowing woman with her money! His instincts tell him it's not that simple, and he's going to find her out!