Due to some awful circumstances, the nineteen-year-old Leila Cole has a financial burden to bear. In her quest to navigate through the complexities of her life, she gets into more troubles. A night out with her best friend to have fun, quickly gets out of hand when she has a meaningless and wild one-night-stand with Lorenzo Henshaw - the handsome and charming stranger she met at the party. Her night of inebriated decision-making turns out to be more than what she bargained for. It yields results and she begins to see her life fall apart as she gets sacked from her part-time job. Fate brings her and Lorenzo together when she starts working for him. Working closely together, they try to suppress their growing feelings for each other due to their bad experiences in their past relationships. But will Leila stay when she learns loving Lorenzo would make her life chaotic?
Sometimes, I wondered when I'd finally break loose from this vicious cycle of abuse. It usually happens in four stages.
He'd get angry over a slight issue and beat my brains out. I would refuse to respond to his texts nor pick his calls. He'd come over to my apartment with a banquet of flowers promising and begging never to lay a finger on me. And then, I'd accept him.
I couldn't let go of him. Atleast, not now. Not when he was paying for my mother's treatment which I couldn't afford.
"Fucking slut!" He cursed. I have never been shot or stabbed before but the insults that spewed from Jake's lips-each time we had a disagreement, usually gave me a good idea on how either of those would feel.
"No, you don't get-" I tried to explain to him before he cut me off.
"You probably think I'm dumb!" He barked, his blue eyes smouldering with anger, burning brighter than ever.
"He only asked if I was the waitress he saw the other day-"
"Then you started smiling at him . . ." He trailed off, running his finger through his dishevelled jet black hair.
"It was just a friendly smile," I defended, shrugging my shoulders tiredly. Before I knew it, his coarse palm collided with my delicate cheeks violently, the force jerking my face in another direction. I held my cheeks, staring at the tiles.
"The fact that you fucking little bitch think you can challenge me after I've caught you in your promiscuous ways is appalling." He said, walking towards me and I began to move backwards in fear until I had gotten to the end of the wall.
He held my neck tightly, strangling it. I could feel life squeezing out of me as I struggled to croak out words of plea, hoping he'd listen to me.
"Look at the way he was smiling. . . looking at you lustfully and you were letting him stare at you." He enunciated every syllable when he got to 'lustfully' and tears streamed down my cheeks.
"P-please," I croaked out.
Thankfully, he let go of me.
I took in ragged breaths and coughed. Soon, he held my arm and his lucid eyes formed into a contrite expression and he started uttering his usual words of apology. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." He scratched the back of his neck then ran his fingers through his hair. I averted my gaze and wiggled my arm from his hold.
"Please, I'm sorry baby."
"For what?" I asked, and touched my aching throat.
"I'll just let you calm down but come to the room when you're ready to talk." He said calmly, before heading towards his room.
I wondered how long I'd continue like this with him and if his case was a mental illness. Ofcourse, I'd leave him after he has finished paying for Mom's treatment or when I no longer need his financial support. Even though I held on to him because of the financial support I got from him, I was worried about the girl that would date him after me. She would go through hell; nobody deserved that.
I grabbed my phone from the leather handbag I usually carried whenever I went to work; It matched with my uniform. I texted Amy, my best friend.
Me: Girl, he strangled me and accused me of cheating again.
Her reply came in almost immediately.
Amy: Isn't he tired of that? You should come home already.
I replied as soon as I saw her text.
Me: Maybe you should ask him and yeah, I'll come home soon.
I kept my phone in my bag and retrieved my handkerchief and wiped my face. I wanted to head home without informing him and then the doorbell rang. On opening the door, I saw a caramel skinned girl dressed all back, probably in her early twenties with blonde frizzy curls and dark shades which gave her a formidable appearance.
It occured to me that I had never met any of Jake's siblings in the past months that we had been dating. I assumed she was Jake's sister because he once told me that he doesn't have any female friends.
"Hey," I greeted, smiling while stretching out my hand for a handshake.
She gave me a withering look, frowning. "Who are you?" She questioned, raising a curious brow at me and I withdrew my hand still wearing a beautiful smile on my face. I hoped it was contagious.
"I'm Leila, Jake's girlfriend." I replied, beaming.
The girl let out a bitter chuckle. "Wow, so you're the slut who has been having an affair with my boyfriend." I didn't know if it was a question or not but she raised a curious brow at me, then continued. "And you dare open your lousy mouth to call yourself his girlfriend?"
My heartbeat raced at the mention of that word: Slut. I clutched my purse tightly with one hand, the other fist clenching as anger coursed through my veins.
"Excuse me, who are you?" I asked, surprised. She ignored me, pushing past my shoulder as she made her way into Jake's apartment.
"Baby," she called out and Jake rushed in, eyes wide. I stood there, watching them through the door that was ajar.
"What are you doing here?" he asked her in a frantic tone. "This is my boyfriend's house, am I not allowed to come here anymore?" She asked, jokingly while throwing her hands around his tensed shoulders and he pushed her away, peeking through the house to check if I was still around.
His blue eyes met my cold stare, and his face morphed into a sober expression. "It's not what it looks like." He said and I bent down to pick my bag that had fallen when she called him 'baby'.
"In my presence you're still trying to explain to your slut?" The stupid blondie asked him angrily. The wave of anger that crashed on me manifested in my actions as I walked into the house and gave her a resounding warning of her life.
Unfazed, I faced her specifically, "Apparently, you are the slut. If he had you already, then why did he go after me?"
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."
"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?"
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Elisa watched as the most important people in her life showered the evil imposter-The fake heiress, with love. Elisa, the lost daughter of one of the most wealthiest family was found 18 years later and was brought back to her rightful home. However, someone had already taken her place. A fake heiress, the pampered little princess. Her coy acting and innocent façade made Elisa's real mother love her more than Elisa, her real daughter. That made Elisa, though, the true daughter end up as an adopted child. "Elisa, could you try not to appear in front of her too much as it could trigger her insecurities." Her parents had told her because of the fake heiress. "Elisa, You've taken everything away from her. Why can't you give her a little more?" Her fiancé had ordered her. Because of an unfortunate accident plotted by Isabelle-The fake heiress, Elisa was sent to prison and her family cut ties with her without a second thought. Four years, after much torture which led to her being crippled and blind on one eye, she was released, but got hit by a truck. While laying on the pool of her blood, she wanted to question, Why? Why had they all treated her so cruelly, while they love Isabelle unconditionally? She badly wanted to rip off Isabelle's mask of innocence, to reveal the fake, manipulative woman beneath. She was full of hatred. But after her death, she woke up back to when she was 18 years like all that happened were all nightmare. She was elated. She was reborn to re-live all that had happened in her last life, but now, her mission was to reveal mask beneath that woman and make everyone that made her suffer in her past life pay. It was her time for revenge! And definitely, she won't mess this up!