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After spending a few years in prison, Henrico Zattani, an heir farmer, is finally released and vows to fulfill his promise of revenge to his ex-wife's family, especially her father, an important politician and CEO of one of the largest construction companies in the country. When he finds out that his ex-wife got married, then he chooses her younger sister for his pawn piece in the game. Amelia knows that her last name attracts the most diverse predators, however, she is even more sure that being the bastard daughter is a greater target, so she will do everything to protect her family.
HE N R I C O
The noise of loose springs reverberates down the long, dark corridor, some roars are louder than others and come from every cell, but that's what happens when you take lunatics who can't find a foothold
to sleep and put them in the same place. Lying on top of the bunk bed
I share with one of my companions, I look at the torn photo of the
old newspaper that Guilhermino managed to bring me, the paper is
worn, and the color is fading as the days go by, however, I can still
see the smile of each member of the Leal family and the victorious
expression on their faces. Augusto obeyed and won the election in New
York, becoming governor of the state with a great advantage over his
competitors.
Something in me broke when my best friend brought me the wedding news, I didn't
believe it until he brought me this photo as proof, I know that deep
down he still hopes that I will move on and forget them all, erase
the idea of revenge and move on in my life as if nothing had
happened, but this is just another reinforcement for me to follow my
plan. You can't ask a man who's been tried and convicted for a crime
he didn't commit, someone who's had his life stolen and his heart
broken, to let it all go and move on. The woman I loved was married
to another man, acting like I didn't exist anymore, but all that was
about to change, I'm sure your father hasn't told you the whole
truth, and I'm coming back to take back everything that's mine for
right.
"Only now I don't feel anything, baby." I whisper, running my fingers
over her image, unable to take my eyes off her.
"No shame or pity. You're going to have to deal with me, and there's no
escape." I whisper, careful not to draw the attention of my
companions.
After a few more minutes of looking at the photo, I put it under my pillow
and try to sleep, closing my eyes and refusing to open them before a
new day, even with all the screams and various noises during the
night.
Some companions are running away today, and I had the option of joining
them and fleeing this place ahead of time, but Guilhermino put some
reason in me and I gave up. I can't go back and beat Augustus if he's
a fugitive, no, I need to have my freedom within the law, so I can
move the right pieces. Just a few more months. I repeat until I fall
asleep, then when I wake up the next day to a guard splashing me with
water and snarling a few curse words, I just smile and say I don't
know where my saddle mates have gone.
When night comes again, I dream of the girl with the green eyes and I
imagine doing the most wicked things to her in front of her lying
father and fake sister, until these dreams become my obsession and I
start dreaming during the day too, creating the most hateful scenes
and dialogue, wondering if the sweet youngest Leal has any experience
with men and would be capable of giving me pleasure, but also loving
the idea of being first.
She will hate me in the end, but she will also learn about herself and
doubt her feelings. I'll break you to the core, take your body for
me, and keep your soul for my delight. Anyway, my plan starts and
ends with her. I will be your end.
"Hey." Antonio, a guard I don't completely hate and keep on the payroll,
calls out to me, pushing a printout of some digital newspaper he
likes to post about the Leal family. "You owe me." he says
and walks away, yelling at some inmates who have started an argument
over who can lift the most weight.
I shove the piece of paper inside my pants and go back to the cell,
after making sure I'm alone, I remove the paper from inside my pants
and read the small text above the photo. I ignore the editor's
fawning over Augusto and focus on the names mentioned, my eyes
dropping to memorize the features of my ex-wife's new husband.
The bitter taste of betrayal dulls my taste buds, causing an overwhelming
need to play, but I don't. I hold the gaze of the man in the photo
and then follow his hand, one arm around his wife's waist and the
other around his little sister. It seems like a perfect family, but I
have a strange feeling about the asshole, especially since his hand
is touching what's mine.
I take a deep breath, closing my eyes until I push the rage out of the
dark room I keep in my head and get my actions back under control.
Just a few more months.
Days pass and I wallow in self-pity, seeking refuge in revenge, fights,
and exercise.
I finish my set of weightlifting with the equipment improvised by some
inmates and rest on the cement bench, closing my eyes to take a deep
breath and relax my muscles. Someone taps my shoulder.
"Hey pretty boy" I would recognize that voice anywhere by now, it was
the first lesson I'd learned since getting here, and even though we
never exchanged a word with him, I knew it was worrying to have his
attention on me right now. Shadow isn't known for making friends, no,
last time I was warned, I was told not to be alone with him in the
dark if I didn't want to become his little doll.
"What do you want!?" I growl, hoping the idiot realizes he's a
nuisance. He looks at me with a crooked smile that tells me he's
unimpressed. I roll my eyes.
The guy is six feet tall and covered in tattoos, including a skull on his throat, so of course I didn't intimidate him.
"I just thought you needed to relax." he says with a shrug, and I
eye him suspiciously.
"I don't like guys." I speak and her smile dies.
"And you're too skinny for my liking, idiot. I'm here to offer you a
cigarette, not the gun I keep between my legs." I almost smile
at his shitty comparison, then remember I'm in jail and this guy is a
murderer.
"And you are offering me this?" He snorts.
"I'm a guy like a guy, but that doesn't mean I'm hitting on you,
handsome." I pinch my eyebrows together.
"Okay, sorry if I was judgmental."
"Yes, you were." he cuts me off, and I look down at the cigarette
between his fingers.
"What does this offer mean, then?"
"It's just cigarettes, man. That shit kills, so you don't need to get all
emotional." He holds out the cigarette again, and I take it,
letting him light it for me. "This is shit, maybe death is a
better way out." he says, blowing smoke upwards, his gauze lost
in a group of faces a few feet away from us. I shrug, holding the
smoke in longer than I should.
"What stops you, then?"
"My daughter" reveals and surprise washes over me, but considering
he doesn't seem willing to say anything more about it, I swallow my
curiosity.
"And you?" he asks after a while.
"Revenge."
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
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.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
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."
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."