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Zaniyah Moore was born into a prosperous family. She possesses abundance, beauty, and talent. Nonetheless, in an unforeseeable twist of destiny, she and her family lost everything. Her parents were indebted, and she had no idea how to repay such a large sum of money. The debt collector desires for her to fulfill all of the Moore family's debts. She did not anticipate, however, that in the midst of her adversity, her long-lost childhood sweetheart would return. Not to rescue her, but to take her as his own. Ambrose Ward, the ruthless Flame Leopard Group Billionaire. Zaniyah's relationship with Ambrose was a living nightmare since she was tortured and abused of love, and it is hard to replace Ambrose's late wife. What can Zaniyah endure for Ambrose owing to their divergent love convictions? How long will she continue to love Ambrose? And ... How long is she expected to serve as a replacement wife?
Zaniyah's Point of View
I had completely forgotten how long I had been imprisoned in this house or how I ended myself in the company of a ruthless, harsh, and wicked monster. I wish I could knock myself senseless of the fact that the man I desire is merciless.
"Zaniyah."
He quietly calls me to the door. His voice was stern yet strong, and I felt obliged to open the door.
As my hand trembled, I opened it. Our eyes connected, but I was the first to withdraw when I saw his disgusted gaze again, as if I were dirt in front of him.
I took a step back and bowed. "D-do you need anything from me?"
I clenched the sleeveless shirt in my hands and fondled them.
I lifted my eyes when he did not respond.
However, I came to a halt when I saw blood on the side of his tuxedo. My body grew progressively motionless as it froze.
"YOU HAVE BLOOD!" My sense returned to reality because of what I was seeing.
I was about to touch his side when he abruptly shoved me.
"I did not order you to touch me. Remove your filthy hands off." His voice is dead. He also raised his head and stroked his side. Sweat had already built up on his brow. "You are disgusting!"
I shuddered in response to what he said, but I refrained from him not allowing me to speak. "However, your wound-"
"I BOUGHT YOU! Regardless of what I do, it's none of your business!" He did not allow me to continue speaking because he insulted me again in his plummy voice, demonstrating his hate for me.
I tightened my grasp on the hem of my sleeveless shirt. Tears also formed in the corner of my eye.
"Then why did you bring me here?" I murmur to myself, but I know he heard. Slowly, my terrified face recovered and was replaced by an anxious one. "You may simply leave me to the debt collector, why did you rescue me if you would show me the same thing?"
Even though I was scared of what he would do to me, I still had bravery.
"Zaniyah." He throatily addressed me. "Don't ever set your thoughts to nonsensical stuff."
"It's not n-nonsense! No matter how much I think about why you brought me here, to be abused like this, my capacity cannot cope with it!" I wobbly uttered while stepping backwards.
He gave me a fatigued expression.
"I-I shall sleep now. Please, leave-"
I strangulated when he claimed my lips. He forced himself on my body although I resisted.
"Please! N-no! Stop!" I shrilled. I also closed my eyes due to the ferocity of his lips' movements.
I took a step back, but my foot met with something in the floor, which caused me to fall and he released me.
He accidentally lay his heavy body on mine.
I checked what was hitting me when I saw the flower vase.
I still couldn't recover when he tore my cover and seized my two hands. He pushed them to the side of my head.
"No! I'm b-begging you ..." I could no longer recognize my voice because it was so feeble.
But no matter what else I implored he would not listen. He still persisted in kissing me when I couldn't move my body.
When my body gave in to him, I felt his unexpected pause.
I used that opportunity to make one of my hands escape.
I discovered the shattered piece of flower vase in my hand. I clenched my palm and could no longer endure the crystal to puncture my flesh.
"I said s-stop!" I make piercing noises and pound him hard with my fist where the glass is.
I realized his face was also wounded by what I did.
I catch my breath as his eyes get intoxicated.
I could see the softening of his demeanor through his deep eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a hard stare.
He rose up, shifted his eyes away from me, and headed to the door.
"Heal your wound."
I watched him tighten his jaw, but he never returned my gaze, and I heard the door slam.
Rather than being glad that he had vanished, I became even more overwhelmed upon seeing his look.
How did I find myself in this predicament?
Even I like to believe that everything is a dream.
My parents owed money to Dwayne Salvador, the alligator debt collector. He is lending people money and triple the loan. My parents were drowning in debt, and the company for which they worked burst like a bubble.
On the day they intended to kidnap me as payment for what my parents owned, the guy I imagined to be a superhero similar to the one I watched on television appeared unexpectedly.
Ambrose Ward.
If you believe he paid off my parents' debts, you are mistaken.
He had money but chose not to pay, preferring instead...
He killed Dwayne Salvador.
At first, I assumed he was outraged because he was so eager to rescue me and my family.
However, I was wrong...
~Flashback~
"Mr. as well as Mrs. Moore. Our family used to have gatherings. You are probably aware that your child will not be abandoned by me. " A man speaking in monotone, trying not to frighten my parents who are now hugging because they are surrounded by men with granite bodies.
"A-ambrose... my child," my mother paused, unable to correctly compose the words she was about to speak.
After a few minutes, no one talked except for my father, who proceeded to express what my mother wanted to say.
"What are you going to do with my daughter?"
"...Your daughter." Ambrose stood up and approached me.
Everybody remained quiet.
He raised my chin and pressed the razor-sharp knife at my neck.
"Assume she is replacing someone who has died."
~Present time~
That is not the only memory that remains in my mind...
How he claimed my body that day still lingers.
"Loving you is the worst sin I've ever committed in my life, Tyron," Lizelle's bitter words seemed to burn her heart. The butterflies in her stomach died, the rain joined her lifeless heart, and above all, her self-loathing could not be erased as if it was a mark engraved on her entire being. What can we bestow for love? What can we waive? And what can we give up? People who were met at the wrong time and chance. How long can they forgive each other to forget the past?
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After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
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."
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
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"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?