Rated 18+ He was a mysterious man who was in search of a woman known as Lucy, however he gets entangled with her look alike, aria, a criminal who was declared wanted by the public. In a bide to escape the cops, she ran into the wrong car, and found herself in the house of a mafia who mistook her for his sex slave.
The blasting of sirens could be heard everywhere as footsteps stomps the area. People around that segregated area went into hiding as gunshot filled the air.
The cops surrounded this area and communicated with themselves through a handheld transceiver (HT). They were securing the area searching for a notorious criminal whose face was unknown.
It was late at nights, and so they had to lit up the place just for them to be on the right track.
"You're surrounded!" The first cop blasted as he beckoned on his team to cease their fire. His eyes scrutinized the area as his keen ears were sensitive to any sound.
This wanted being had refused to comply, and so they had no choice than to shoot; however, the clever criminal was able to escape despite their constant shooting.
They had chased the criminal to this isolated area, which had different puzzling routes. However, the cops undeniably knows how to handle such cases.
There was silence for a moment where they stood as they waited for the victim of their wrath to step out from hiding.
Soon a grunt was heard and two of the cops crept towards where the noise was coming from, but unfortunately, they found no one there.
However, a clue was left behind, it was a trace of blood that could direct them to where the victim was.
Meanwhile, the wanted criminal who was injured could be seen dragging her legs with tears in the eyes. She had been shot in her lower abdomen and was bleeding profusely.
She had a bag in her hand left hand which she held firmly while the other hand covered the injury she had sustained during the chase.
Her chapped lips coughed out blood which she spit away, mustered strength to move and then took a glimpse behind her just to be cautious if anyone was following her.
She was going breathless, and tottering in her steps, that she almost tripped off at every step she took. Pains coarse throughout her body.
In less than some minutes, she definitely was going to pass out, nevertheless, this girl wasn't going to give up just yet.
Her boggy eyes fought to stay awake, as her body quivered. She could hear footsteps approaching her in numbers and got frightened that perhaps this was the end.
Footsteps drew near, lights began to flood her face. The dark place was becoming more terrifying with the lights appearing as she believed the cops had caught up with her.
Her world, spur open as echoes sang in her head, to her, everything was crashing all over her as her blurry vision made her halt. This girl's mind was void as she pants heavily.
She squints her eyes at the rays of torchlight that streams on her face, causing her stomach to twitch. This girl tried muttering a word but oddly enough, she fell to the ground, and the bag in her hand slipped off. Those nervous eyes of hers were still moving as she curled her feet on the cold ground.
She couldn't reach to the bag and just buried her head to the ground.
The only words her trembling lips could utter were;
"Help me"
Her lashes flicked and the only thing she could see before those eyes faded were pairs of boots approaching her.
***
"aria..."
"Aria..."
The serene voice she heard in her ears made her jerk up. Her eyes fluttered, and it took a while for her vision to become clear.
She pants slowly gazing around, and winking her eyes severally to get a hold of a vivid vision.
Those eyes of hers took capture of white walls and lights so bright that she couldn't see the person standing close to her.
Her eyes lowered to the spot where she was injured and noted that it had been bandaged. She was pale and shivering inside, wondering how she got to the hospital. Possibly, it could be the police. Her lips mumbled while her eyes blinked severally just to be conscious of what was happening.
"Wake up, we need to leave" the voice beckoned, and she shoved her face towards who was speaking. This person's voice had interrupted her assumptions.
She evaluated the person beside her who was in the hast, and out in the watch for anyone who would intrude in his operation. He was someone familiar and aria didn't see a need to freak out.
His job was to rescue this girl away from the clutches of the cops, once she regains consciousness. He had to dress like one of the nurses, and carry along a master key to release her.
Aria hadn't regain full consciousness, but she could tell she was in a hospital. She tried rising from where she laid, but realized her hands were chained to the bed.
"What's going on?" She muttered, weak and staggering in her speech. Aria was still feeling drowsy and trying to get a lucid understanding of what was going on.
It was obvious she was caught by the cops, and escaping was the goal now. However, her face has been seen, which meant she would be wanted by the public if she tries escaping.
"I would explain later, first you need to come, a car would be waiting for you outside, to leave..." The person reported, and she shook her head, attempting to understand what was happening.
"Drake...how did I get here..."
"Shh, the cops would soon be here soon, they have you under watch" he whispered, bringing out a key to unlock the handcuff that had glued her right wrist to the rail of the bed.
She nodded while her eyes watched him set her free, quickly, he brought out a dress from a mini box, tossed it to her just for this girl to disguise herself.
Her arms wrapped the dress and she scoffed sadly, glanced at the gown. The thought that rang in her mind was the reason why drake would hand her over this dress, but she shoved that t aside.
"How do we escape the cops at the door?" Aria asked, intrigued and Drake scoffed.
"We're criminals, we definitely know how to avoid them" he proudly declared, describing the car that would come pick her up.
Natalie didn't know how drake, and her boss had planned her escape, all she knew was that she could trust them.
"How about the golden eggs of Cleopatra? Do you have it?" He added, and she scoffed.
That was just all they were after, the eggs that almost cost her life. Her eyes mocked at him as this young man didn't even ask of her health.
"When I get out of here alive, I would hand it over to boss" she assured jumping down from the bed but then, she winced and almost fell limply to the ground, but drake aided her.
"You've got to stay strong Aria" he whispered assisting her to walk and she nodded while inhaling deeply.
Her body ached and her legs stiff to move. Yet, she was ready to run away from the grip of the state's securities with the help of her gang members who were just after the vital item she has.
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.
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."
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
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!
22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.