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WARNING: MATURED CONTENTS. "What.. what do you want?" Regina asked, moving backwards calculatingly from the predator whose eyes scanned her length like she was a prey about to be devoured completely. She kept stepping back but he grabbed her arms and yanked her over. "You're my wife and I have all the right to do whatever I want with you!" Daniel whispered harshly. He grasped her wrist, pulling her over to him. He swirled her around then he pushed her down on the bed. She gasped as her dress went up her thighs due to how hard he pushed her and pinned her hands above her head. Regina could only tear up when he hovered over her with his gaze dark and his face blank. What did she do to deserve such an ill-fated life? ----- The two stone-hearted brothers. One was a cold-hearted CEO who was aloof to everyone, involving his contracted wife, Regina, who became his prisoner as he made life miserable for her even after killing her father and uncle. And the other was a cold-blooded murderer and king of the underworld as they called him. He was known to be a stone hearted Mafia and the king of the assassins who abducted the innocent and cheerful Rachael just after killing her father before her eyes. He took her hostage as his slave and made her wish for death every single day. But what would happen when the two notorious brothers fall in love? Will the women they caused endless pain reciprocate their feelings or seek revenge for their loved ones that were brutally murdered by these two men?
(Rachel's POV)
I felt my hands trembling as I stared at the mirror in front of me. Somehow, something about this case felt familiar and that made me tremble even more, as I remembered the same scenario the night my father died.
My hands were also trembling while my eyes were locked on the person in front of me. The bulky man in front of me, pointed a gun at me with his finger just an itch away from the trigger. I was already biting my bottom inner lip so hard that I could taste the blood in my mouth.
My legs were unable to keep my whole trembling body in a standing position, but I struggled not to fall in fear.
The man's eyes traveled down my body as he scanned me from head to toe before he licked his lips. Then slowly, he dropped the hand holding the gun. That was when I remembered I was only putting on the towel I wore after taking my bath.
He walked closer and I walked backwards instinctively. He reached me after the wall stopped my moving feet.
As he came closer to me, I finally realized how small my room was as he stood just two steps away from me. He grabbed my arm and yanked me closer to him.
"Time to go," he muttered with an evil smirk before pulling me with him as we walked out of my small room.
Upon reaching the dim sitting room, he tossed me down on the ground harshly, and I winced in pain. I lifted my eyes up, and they landed on my father, who was kneeling with his head lowered. I wanted to rush over to him and inquire about what was going on, but then I saw a shadow of something behind him. It took me a moment to realize it was a gun that was pointed close to his head.
"I can see you've hidden your daughter quite well," I heard someone clapping behind him and stopped. "But unfortunately, that wasn't enough," the person finished.
His voice made me tremble uncontrollably. The mockery in his deep voice and the way he clapped slowly was very terrifying.
"I... I can explain... I wasn't hiding her... I... it... It was just... a... a mis.. Misunderstanding... Please believe me..." my father's voice trembled as he stuttered.
I couldn't comprehend what they were talking about, and all my attention was on the gun still being pointed at my dad.
"You've played with the wrong man, Christopher," the man said with a dangerous voice. "Kill him!"
Hearing those few words, my heart flipped and I sat there frozen. I snapped back to my senses when I saw my father's pitiful look as he mouthed the words, "I'm sorry, mi nina."
Rushing over, I screamed for the man not to do it. "No, please don'ttt-'' and before I could complete my speech, I heard a loud gunshot.
My whole being stopped working. I felt so numb and paralyzed. My heart was already numb, and the numbness spread through every part of me.
I finally crawled on my knees to him. "Fa... Father?" I called and watched as blood gushed out from the middle of his forehead where the bullet penetrated from. I leaned over to him and placed my ear on his chest to hear his heartbeat, something I always did whenever I laid my head on his chest.
"Dad... Your heart... It's not beating, why is it not beating like before?" The tears started dropping on my cheeks. "Dad... Please... Wake up... Don't... Don't leave me here alone... Daddd!!" I screamed my lungs out. By now, the tears that flooded in my eyes finally poured down heavily as I screamed for my dad not to leave me.
The man sighed tiredly, as if I bored him with my continuous screams.
"You know, you're also useless," he said, but I could barely hear him as tears kept falling on my cheeks while I cried bitterly. "Just kill her and save me the stress." He ordered.
My eyes widened in shock and I turned when I felt someone behind me. Before I could let out a breath or take a proper look at who it was, I felt a metal hit my head very hard, and I fell to the ground with force.
"Kill her already!" The person said impatiently.
"Stop!" A deep manly voice resounded.
I felt like I was slipping away from consciousness and far into a deep, dark hole that kept pulling me in. I blinked my half closed eyes slowly. I wanted to at least see the man who killed my father, so I lifted my eyes up. I saw a man's legs, one leg crossed over the other, then I saw his hand tapping the armrest of the chair he sat on. Half of his body was hidden in the dark part of the sitting room, while the only light in the sitting room shone on his legs and hand.
After taking in only those details, I let the darkness carry me willingly, beside what would I live for? A tear dropped from my closed eye.
I felt someone's touch on my shoulder. "Hey, you're next." A lady who just walked into the dressing room informed me.
I opened my closed eyes and stared at her through the mirror. She had black hair, pale skin and a nice figure. She was beautiful.
I gave her a small nod and waited for her to leave before I stood up and looked at the dress I wore. It made me look no less than a whore. It was very revealing as it showed half of my breasts and my mid-thighs. My face was painted with different colors. Black lipstick, blue eyeshadows and a white powder that would help cover my darker skin. I gulped nervously before I walked out of the room after encouraging myself that I had no choice.
I walked into the dim hall with a loud beat that echoed in my eardrums. I wondered what conspired that night after I fainted to wake up here and found out I was to obey every single word the manager said because I now belonged to the owner of the club. And the words were sometimes things I would wish for death than follow.
I sighed, the nightclub was always busy. I guess that was why it was the best and famous nightclub in the whole country. I looked at the stage where half naked girls dance with poles. I grimaced when I saw how men kept slapping their ass to push money into their pants. I was glad I was never unlucky enough to be told to striptease.
What a beautiful hell that would be. "Rachel?" I heard a lovely voice behind me.
I turned only to see a blonde just like myself behind a counter. She beckoned for me to come over, and I casually walked over to her.
"Can you help serve this?" She said, passing me a tray of drinks.
I nodded at her. She didn't need to ask since this was my job here, but Laura would forever be polite. I took the drinks and walked around, passing through males and females that kept grinding themselves intimately on each other. I wondered why someone would keep dancing and exhausting oneself, all for catching fun. The most annoying thing was that they kept sweating heavily like bathed chickens. I successfully made it out from the suffocating crowd and walked around to serve the drinks to the well composed people who sat far from the dancing crowd.
After doing my rounds, I left to retire at the counter.
I saw Laura putting extra drinks down on the tray. Looking at the crowd again, I was sure I'd be staying all night to quench the thirst of everyone with a drink.
"There are specials." I said, noticing the expensive bottle of drinks she placed on the tray.
"Yes, you're correct. They are for the VIPs," she relayed.
Oh! I almost forgot about the VIPs. "Are they as much as usual?"
"I don't know because I've never served before, so you should be the one answering that question," she said with a tilted neck and a small smile.
"Then I guess I'm on for the whole night."
"Like always. Though I heard there's a particular VIP here today that we must treat properly like our lives depend on it. And almost all the girls are there to entertain them. I was also told that the VIP has a connection with the owner of this nightclub, so I'll be more careful today if I were you."
"Why?" I asked. She waved for me to lean over towards me.
"Because the manager will be around today." She whispered in my ears.
I flinched back as the memory of the manager's last visit flashed in my head.
Oh! no. I would rather not get punished tonight.
My breath hitched. My step-brother did what? Did he give me to this man? This was insane! “I-I don't understand?” I lowered my gaze while trying to comprehend what he just said. Suddenly, a thought came to my mind and I lifted my gaze to look at him. “But can't you make me your maid? I'll work hard and pay back what he owes you,” I suggested. I desperately wanted to have the reins over my body again. He was quiet this time. His eyes were void of any emotion as the silence grew between us. Soon his voice sliced the air. “Baby girl, if I wanted a maid, I could simply get one. The only thing I need is a wife,” his words only dissipated the little hope I had of escaping.
"Should I burn the world for you or burn for you?" His deep, raw voice sent shivers down my spine. "Kill for you or get killed for you? What should I do before you realize I'm irreparably chained to you?" His hazel eyes darkened, burning with lust and something more. I parted my lips, but words failed me. His gaze entrapped me, and I was yet again spellbound. "I'm nothing but the bane of your existence, remember?" I whispered, recalling his words. His eyes narrowed, his lips set in a hard line. "I was wrong," he admitted, his voice low. I stepped back as he moved forward. "I should've been more clear." Suddenly, he yanked me toward him. I gasped, my heart hammering against my ribcage. "To me, Sylvia," he whispered, his breath dancing across my skin, "you're both my ruin and salvation." __ Loathed by my family, hated by my pack, betrayed by the man I loved. I was the wolfless and useless daughter of the Alpha. I was given to the ruthless Lycan King as a peace offering to end the war between the River Pack and the Lycan Kingdom. I swore that as long as blood run through my veins, I'd never fall for the man responsible for my step-brother's. Yet, every time I found myself drawing closer to that line. The line between love and hate.
I thought I was free from the grips of Frederick, the man who caused me so much pain, but little did I know he would come knocking on my door the next moment. “You can't escape from Liliana, so stop running and come to me," he muttered boastfully. “And why would I do that?” I retorted with a frown etched across my face, and a rueful smile graced his handsome face. Walking towards me, he cornered me, caging me between the wall and his strong body. “Because I know you want me. Your heart, your soul, and most, especially this body of yours… I can feel the heat radiating from you every time I stand close to you, with my hand around your waist," he whispered, his husky voice sounded like music to my ears. His hand slowly slid up from my hip to my waist, and he squeezed the skin of it gently, but enough to send a shiver down my spine. Leaning down, he murmured close to my ear. “You want me, just as much as I want you," he said confidently. I almost spat blood hearing his bold words. What exactly did I get myself into?
In her wet wedding dress, she slowly closed her eyes, and her mind went blank as she willingly let his soft and firm lips move against hers while she wrapped her arm around his head, bringing him closer. His hand slowly snaked around her waist, pressing their bodies intimately. Vanessa felt lost in the heat, but before she could delve deeper, the door to the church got slammed open. Men in uniforms marched in. “Police! Freeze!” Vanessa snapped her eyes open. What were the Police doing there? She turned to look at Ezekiel, and the look on his face made her heart sink. ***** Hector Vanessa Matteo Gonzalez, a rich lady set to marry the wealthiest man, however, a day before her wedding, she got the news that her grandfather, her only surviving family had passed on. Distressed, she walked outside to calm her mind. She wanted to stop herself from feeling depressed and isolated. Nevertheless, that one innocent and harmless move created a twist in her life. Vanessa was attacked, which resulted in loss of memory. Left on the cold ground to die, Ezekiel, one of the attackers, felt guilty and found it difficult to leave her there. He took her and hid her from her fiancée, knowing very well that he had made a big mistake, but that wasn't the worst that could happen. The moment Vanessa woke, she fell in love with him, believing he was her boyfriend due to the spark she felt. But what will happen when her fiancée comes to claim her back? Will Vanessa hate Ezekiel once she finds out that he isn't her boyfriend but instead her abductor?
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!”
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!
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."
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.