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[ WARNING R-18: THIS IS A MATURE CONTENT ] Isabelle Allison Madrigal has always been dedicated to achieve her dreams despite of her step-parents abusing her but everything seemed to fall apart when she found out that she was sold in exchange of million dollars to an unknown billionaire to be its wife. She had no choice but to deal with the torments in her lifeāeven if her dreams is at stake. Being there, she will find out something that'll turn her life into shambles. How could she fit the shoes of being his wife? Will she let herself to be caged inside his vicious hands? What if she found out something that she'll regret all along with his side? How could she hide it? Will that make her husband change? How?
"I said, open the door!" I sighed heavily upon hearing those hatred words from my uncle. I sobbed.
The pain of the past had tattooed in my heart. I remember that they're manipulating me since then.
"Please, don't h-hurt meā" I stumbled upon being slapped by him after I opened the door.
I forced to open my eyes even though my sight were trying to figure out his features. The jagged surface of the wall severely hit my back as I kept retreating at him.
A squeal escaped my mouth when he gripped my hair and pulled it up. "What the fuck are you trying to be? A freaking worthless?" He said as he leaned towards me. A smell of alcohol from his mouth invaded my nostrils.
"U-uncle, what do you want?" these words successively escaped from my bruised mouth.
A fresh slap reaches my sluggish face, resulting me to tumble on the ground. I gently caressed my cheeks upon glaring at him.
"Go find a job, you worthless bitch!" He agressively yelled after shoving me an empty bottle of vodka. Luckily, I avoided from being stoned by him.
"You're useless, Isabelle!" He said firmly, tearing my heart apart. At this moment, I could no longer stop my supressing tears. My heart broke into pieces, leaving me aggrieved to myself.
I started to work off my ass ever since for them to the point that, I put their interests first ahead of my own. And now, he had the audacity to call me useless?
"I did everything, uncle. Isn't that enough?" I asked in a fragile tone upon sobbing. He didn't answer, I knew what he meant for that.
I began to shiver upon feeling a blood streaming down on my face. They're wrecking my life, the pain of his anguish painted on my memories. It became part of my life to fight against his anger.
"What do you think you're doing? " I heard a shout from somewhere, that voice belongs to my aunt. I mustered up the courage to stare at it despite the blurring of my vision.
"A-aunt..." She hugged me tightly after she got close to me. I shed my tears away after she kissed my forehead.
She held my hands upon helping me to get up. "Really, Brandon? You're hurting someone over that freaking alcohol?" She fired back.
"Shut the fuck up, Matilda!"
She wiped the blood from my face. "Let's get out of here. I'll treat your bruises." I nodded upon wiping my tears fled from my swollen eyes.
"Here, sit down. I'll get some medicines." She shook her head as a sign of resisting anger.
I was left stunned, remembering the traumatic past that happened. I don't know what I did wrong to hurt me like that. He's always blaming me about his unfulfilled plans in life.
The torments in my life cannot be forgotten. Since then, my life's situation became worst. He deliberately put me in a complicated situation to make me suffer.
"What happened, Isabelle?" her perturbed voice attained my attention as she sat next to me.
"I don't have an idea, Aunt. All I could remember was he hurted me for no apparent reason." I said with a trembling tone, a tear of emotion started to form in the corner of my eyes.
She stamped the cotton to my bruises. "I've talked to him last week regarding this but, don't worry. I'll talk to him again." She said.
"Please, no. It'll cause more trouble between the both of you." I pleaded, wincing at the pain that my wound is giving me.
I frowned upon her words resonated to my ears. "Why did you do that, anyway?" I asked with a tinge of curiosity.
I don't have an idea of what's going on, really. She changed these past few weeks, don't even know the reason why. She doesn't care whenever uncle's hurting me. What happened now?
She bit her paled lips. "Nothing. I just want someone to love you like the way I did." I slightly furrowed.
My gaze landed on the floor. "Tell me the truth, please. Who gave me the bouquet of roses last time? Who was it?" I ask in a baffled mind, leaving her an astonishing reaction as I caught her eyes.
"I bought that for you, Isabelle. Who do you think would buy that for you?" She gently tapped my shoulder then, flashes me a wide smile.
I reciprocated the smile. "Thank you." I held her hand from my shoulder.
"Matilda, come here!" Uncle Brandon's deep voice thundered from afar, interrupting our conversation. I could see the bafflement in her eyes.
"This dude." She sighed upon nodding her head. "Just stay here, lemme just talk to him." She caressed my cheeks, stood up and hurried out.
I combed my slightly ruffled hair as I look into the mirror. I sighed upon looking at my miserable face.
"Isabelle, wake up!" I said upon giving slaps on myself.
This is not the life that I dreamed of!
I wonder what my life will be over the next few years.
"Matilda, this will get us out of trouble!" I frowned upon hearing uncle's voice. He sounds horrible, that's not the way he talks to his wife.
I walked closer to the room. I could hear them battling with each other, even hearing things that has stoned to the floor.
The trace of speculation on my face lingered. What are they talking about?
"Why can't you wait, Brandon?" She asked.
The bafflement succumbs myself, still trying to figure out those words.
"Seriously? You're being dumb over her. It's a huge amount of money, just fucking do the right thing!" His voice echoed inside.
He's a peevish person, couldn't even control his anger. It's easy for him to throw hands to someone if he's drunk out of being conquered by alcohol.
I could hear aunt's bawl. I clasped my hands upon biting my lips in anguish.
"It's fucking ten million, Matilda. Just agree to him!" He said, leaving me an unexpected reaction.
Ten million? What?
"Fine." She said. "I'll do this for you." I heard a crack from her voice.
I heard a sigh from the other side. Seems like it's a huge problem for them both. I stayed quiet, letting my lingering tears stream down.
"That's right, Matilda. Sell that girl to Harris!" I heave a breath, loathing to his words.
I knew that he was pertaining to me. I wasn't expected this terrible day! I-I can't...
Sell me in exchange of ten million dollars? This is illegal.
N-no...
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. Whatās worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldnāt thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesnāt seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that heās different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called āsisterā. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, āNever!ā
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.
[Cute Baby + Secret Identity + Powerful hero and heroine!] Caroline loved Damian with all her heart for five whole years. She devoted herself to him and lived humbly for his sake. However, when the couple faced a crisis, she hoped that the news of her pregnancy would fix their marriage, but what she got in return was just a divorce agreement. And to make things worse, while she was about to give birth, she had fallen into someone's trap and her life was in danger. After managing to survive such a harrowing experience, she was determined to cut all ties with the man. Five years later, she re-emerged with her head held high, being the CEO of a famous company. Those who used to bully her now got a taste of their own medicine. And the truth about the past gradually surfaced... Dazzled by Caroline's newfound confidence, her ex-husband wanted to get back together with her, but she just turned a blind eye to his advances. Damian pleaded desperately, "Honey, our baby needs both his parents. Please remarry me!"
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!