A young poor orphan girl who has never known anything different has just about given up hope. She believes her future is already arranged, to marry one of her abusers. Adopted by a secret society of lustful men who disguise themselves as highly successful business men . Stephanie continues to follow their rules hoping that she can have an easier life until he arrives. A man who intends to change her life from torture and chains to freedom and love. Will she let him?
'Ouch!' I screamed, half asleep, pain surging through my ribs. 'Get up!' he shouted. He was wearing his boots today, I didn't see them, I just knew from my wake up call, my aching ribs. I scrambled as quick as I could to my feet and grabbed my over sized t-shirt and quickly slid it over my head. It would be easier to sleep with it on but that's not allowed. I could hear most of them talking in the hall, I couldn't make out any words, but I could tell from the different tones. I used a match to get the fire going, hoping it would heat the water up quickly.
All but one was up when I got to the hall. I placed the hot water in the center, ready to fill their cups. They continued talking like I wasn't there, relief washed over me but I knew it would be short lived. I managed to get to the fifth cup before Michael walked over, he had an evil smirk across his face and an empty cup in his hand. He was a tall slender man with dark hair, he towered over me, and he knew it. He held his cup out towards me, prompting me to fill it. I didn't want to, but I knew better than to refuse.
The instant the boiling hot water went down my legs I began to scream, all of them looked at me, not a hint of sympathy in any of their eyes, but possible a hint of pleasure, sexual pleasure. They casually began carrying on with their conversations when I stopped screaming, like they had enjoyed the show, but it was back to business now. At least he had tipped it before I had filled it to the brim. Michael had a devouring look in his eyes, I had seen it before. He knew I would react, and he knew he could now punish me for it. We were not to make a sound unless directed to. I was directed to continue serving and head to Michael's quarters at lunch time. I finished filling the cups as quickly as possible, I desperately wanted to dry my legs and apply something cool to the already forming blisters.
Anita began serving breakfast, I only knew her name, nothing else. I knew a few of the girls names, only from them talking about us. We weren't allowed to socialize, we would be punished for just making eye contact. I quickly put a rag under the cold tap and rested it on my legs, it was an instant relief. I sat for a few minutes but I knew I had to get on with the morning jobs. I began filling the mop bucket and got to work, I had to make sure everything was spotless.
I finished just before lunch, I looked at the old wooden clock with dread. I got to his door and lingered outside a couple of minutes before knocking. He didn't initially answer but then 'Come in' came from the other side, his voice clear and firm, as usual.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .