She was sent to his room like a gift. This was a business deal, and she was the sacrifice. When she woke up, she was surprised to see that the man lying next to her was no other than her secret crush. However, she was just like a toy in his eyes. As long as she got paid, any man could get her. Overwhelmed by humiliation, she ran away from him. He failed to live life without her and tried every means to get her back. "I'll pay you 300 thousand every month and you are exclusive to me from now on. As for the termination of this contract, let's see when I will get tired of you."
Night came without noise, the darkness sneaking in slowly. While the darkening sky wore a peaceful quietness, the world below buzzed with life, with people hurrying and shouting, with vehicles honking in traffic.
The Imperial City Entertainment Center sat on the top floor of a skyscraper in the HY Imperial City. From inside, a spiral of rowdy voices rose into the night. The place swirled with dreaminess in the colored lights of the bulbs.
The VIP room was more than a hundred square meters in area. And in its half darkness, about six people lazed on luxurious sofas. Looking at the physique of these men, anyone would easily guess the kind of people they were. The coldness in their bearing showed they were men who thrived in crime and dark acts.
Only one man lay sprawled on the sofa in the middle of the room. The other men sat in the sofas around, rather intentionally. The man in the middle was wearing an unbuttoned black shirt, brandishing his large chest. A colorful mask covered his face. It made him look beastly in the dimness of the room. His eyes sparked with a cold and aggressive glint.
His cold gaze sat on the crisp new bills piled up before him. His lips parted as he smiled. And even behind the mask, even in the darkness, the smile foamed with a hateful contempt that momentarily filled his eyes.
"Inside!"
The huge door growled as it opened. A woman was shoved into the dim room, and she fell flat and helpless before the mound of bills.
When she finally looked up, her face was pure and beautiful with no makeup. And sadness peeked from her lusciously dark eyes.
Looking up from the mound of bills, she settled her gaze on the masked man in front of her. A wave of panic rushed through her whole body at once.
Leaning forward on the sofa, the man took a bundle from the mound of bills. The bills rustled softly as he flipped through them. The sound unsettled the unnatural silence that had descended on the room.
When the sound ceased, the man's lips parted with a heinous smile, and suddenly he thrust the bundle at the woman's face.
The bills snapped on the woman's forehead and slipped down her head, scattering on the dark brown carpet.
The hit dazed the woman, her eyes glazing over. There was a small swell on her forehead. And blood trickled from the tiny cuts the crisp bills had left on her face.
The bright red blood sparkled on her fair face. And she looked mystically beautiful in the half darkness. Her skin shone fairer.
Biting her lips, the woman smiled weakly and bitterly. She struggled up to her feet and made for the door, her body throbbing with intense pain.
"Stop!"
The cold voice of the man rang out, his slender fingers sweeping through the mound of bills. The end had come today! Money ruled the whole world. It drove men to bite and hate and kill.
Here was a world brimming with filthy and raging desires that blurred every ray of hope. There was nobody one could trust. The world was a jungle, and only the wild ruled it.
Stopping dead on her track, the woman turned, her body more slender in the sportswear she was wearing. Her eyes were weak with tears as she stared at the man. He was fiddling with a bundle of bills.
What was he up to? She neither owed him a thing nor did she need his filthy money. She had long broken up with him.
Raising his hand, the man beckoned coldly to her. She didn't heed to him. Instead, she stepped backward. All she wanted was to leave this cursed place and never see his face. There was a time when she had loved him so dearly. Now, all she felt for him was hate.
Someone grabbed her arm and jerked her forward again. She landed on the big crystal tea table which overturned, the bills neatly piled on it scattering on the ground. She fell into the man's arms.
He gripped her with his large arms, and she struggled to get off him. Squinting his cold eyes, he stroked her soft white face with his calloused palm. Then he asked in a deep voice, "Do you want to end all this? What if I gave you another chance?"
Her petite body shook as he fixed a ruthless gaze on her. She had given her whole heart to him then, believing he was an angel, a morning star in her life. Never did she know he was a demon. He had brought no sunshine to her life. Instead, he had plunged her into the depths of hell.
Was he talking about a second chance now?
She would never take another chance. She was done with him. He really didn't have to kidnap her to ask her if she wanted to end this.
She defied the panic that pounded against her chest and shot a stubborn stare into his eyes. She wasn't going to let him see her tears no matter what he tried to do to her.
"You don't have to look at me that way. I am past being moved by such pitiful look." He gritted his teeth. "Can you see these bills?" he asked, slapping huge bundles of bills into her arms. "It's a million in total! And it's all for you! Don't tell me you don't need it. But is your body still really worth so much?" He placed a finger on his chin for a while as if contemplating it. Then he finally said, full of mockery, "I don't think so. But that's not a problem. I'm a very generous man."
The pile of bills on the woman's arms almost suffocated her. The man's insult pricked her pride. "We are over, Wilson!" she hissed. "Go to hell with your money!" Then she swung off the pile of bills in her arms.
His eyes sparking with hate, he pushed her off his arms. Leaning back on the sofa, he said, his voice without emotions, "This woman here is all yours tonight. One million all for her filthy body!"
She was stunned and numb for a moment. She only realized what Wilson had meant when she turned to glance at the huge man standing beside her, his lips curved in a disgustingly lustful smile.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."