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Chantelle Collins was once living a life of opulence and privilege, with everything she could ever desire within her grasp. She possessed not only remarkable beauty but also an array of talents that set her apart from the rest. However, fate had a different plan in store for her, and her world came crashing down when her family's fortune vanished overnight, leaving them destitute. The weight of her parents' insurmountable debt burdened her, leaving her feeling lost and unsure of how to repay such a colossal amount. The relentless debt collector demanded that she settle every outstanding penny owed by the Collins family. Little did she know that amidst her struggles, her long-lost childhood sweetheart would resurface, bringing with him a glimmer of hope. But unbeknownst to her, his intentions were far from noble, as he aimed to possess her as his own. Jax Rogers, the formidable and tyrannical billionaire behind the Rogers Group, had a hold on Chantelle like no other. Their relationship had been a cruel fairytale, filled with betrayal and manipulation. Despite her best efforts, Chantelle found it impossible to fill the void left by Jax's late wife, yet she remained by his side, determined to make their love work. How long could she endure his oppressive beliefs about love? How far was she willing to go to prove her worth as a replacement wife?
Chantelle found herself utterly bewildered, completely losing track of time in what was meant to be her sanctuary, but felt more like a prison cell.
The dimly lit room reverberated with an eerie echo, every sound bouncing off its cold, unforgiving walls. She couldn't even remember how she had ended up here, bound to a heartless, merciless monster who showed no ounce of mercy. This man seemed to have been chiseled from a block of ice, with a heart as bitter and unfeeling as the stone floor beneath them.
Despite being deeply in love with him, she knew better than to underestimate his dangerous predator instincts and yearned to wake up from this horrifying nightmare.
"Chantelle," he called out to her in a hushed voice from behind the closed door, his words dripping with a velvety and slick whisper that sliced through the silence of the room, "open the door."
Her heart raced as she cautiously approached the door, her trembling fingers reaching for the handle.
It felt as if time had frozen, trapping her in this moment with just two individuals â her and the heartless billionaire on the other side.
With a slow and deliberate motion, she opened the door, the creaking sound piercing through the stillness, her breath held in anticipation.
A shiver ran down her spine the instant their eyes locked, and she felt her throat constrict. His stony expression oozed with such disdain that it made her feel as insignificant as a grain of sand beneath his feet.
She dropped her head and asked in a quivering voice, "I-Is there anything you need?"
Gripping the edge of her sleeveless shirt tightly, she anxiously awaited his response, feeling a mix of fear and anxiety filling the room. However, he remained silent, causing her anticipation to grow.
As the seconds ticked by, her mind raced and her nose twitched at the metallic scent in the air.
Suddenly, her eyes widened in horror as she noticed faint bloodstains on his elegant suit.
In that moment, she felt frozen like a statue, overwhelmed by fear and shock. But then, reality crashed down on her like an avalanche, prompting her to exclaim, "You're bleeding!"
Timidly, she reached out to touch his side, but before her hand could make contact, he forcefully pushed her away.
"I never gave you permission," he growled, slowly lifting his head and wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Remove your hands from me."
His disgust was evident in every word he spoke.
Terrified by his actions, she was unable to form the words she wanted. Instead, she responded to him with a soft voice. "But your wound-"
"No matter what I do, it is none of your concern!" He cruelly cut her off, making it clear that her feelings meant nothing to him.
Clutching the hem of her shirt, she fought back tears.
"Then why did you bring me here?" she whispered, already knowing the answer deep down. Her fear slowly turned into apprehension as she looked up at him. "If this was the same thing I was running away from, why bother helping me? You could have just let them take me again. Just give me to the debt collector again."
With a heavy sigh, he turned his gaze towards her and spoke in a low, ominous voice. "Chantelle, you mustn't think like that."
Anger surged through her as she stood before him, trembling.
"I can't take it anymore!" she shouted, desperately stepping away from him. "Every day I'm here, I'm just abused and tormented. What have I done to deserve this? How much more can I take?"
He looked at her with a mixture of anger and sadness in his eyes. "Chantelle-"
"GO! Just GO!" Her voice quivered, but he continued to advance towards her.
As she thought he would really leave, she realized she was wrong...
He forcefully grabbed her head, their lips colliding in a tumultuous kiss that made her feel like the world was collapsing around her.
She fought against him, desperately trying to break free from his grasp. Finally, with a cry of anguish, she managed to pull away from him.
Tears streamed down her face as her heart raced in her chest.
As she took a step back, her foot collided with something hard on the ground, causing her to stumble. Before she could regain her balance, his strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her towards him, and they both crashed onto the floor.
His weight pressed down on her, pinning her wrists as she trembled beneath him. Her lips quivered, and she could only manage a faint, unsteady voice, "Please... I'm begging you..."
Despite her desperate pleas, he continued his relentless advances. His lips on hers felt like an invasion she couldn't stop. No matter how hard she fought, she was losing the battle.
She felt defeated and powerless until suddenly, he stopped.
Her hand instinctively reached for the shattered vase nearby, and she grasped a piece of jagged glass between her fingers. In one final attempt to escape his touch, she forcefully drove the sharp edge of the glass into his skin and defiantly yelled, "I said STOP!!!"
Their eyes locked, and she couldn't help but notice the wounds on his face caused by her actions. A lump formed in her throat, and she held her breath, waiting for his reaction. His eyes, filled with intoxication, briefly softened as if forgiving her. But soon after, his gaze hardened, revealing his true emotions.
He stood up, avoiding her gaze, and made his way towards the door. Just before leaving the room, he reminded her, "Remember to tend to your wound."
As she observed intently, his jaw tightened and a flicker of anger emerged in his eyes. Just as a wave of relief washed over her, thinking he was finally leaving, he abruptly slammed the door shut and vanished. Instead of finding solace, a stronger sense of guilt engulfed her.
Confusion and overwhelm consumed her as she grappled with her emotions.
Was she trapped in a never-ending nightmare, or would she eventually wake up from this dreadful dream?
Her parents had borrowed money from the unscrupulous Dwayne Salvador, only to find themselves sinking deeper into debt as their company crumbled.
When the day arrived for them to take her as payment for their debts, something unexpected occurred. Out of nowhere, Jax Rogers-the man she had believed to be her savior-appeared.
Was he truly here to rescue her and her family?
She desperately wanted to believe it, but deep down, she knew there was more to his story. He had the means to pay off her parents' debts, yet he chose to eliminate Dwayne Salvador instead.
Initially, she thought his anger stemmed from a desire to protect her. However, she soon realized that wasn't his true motivation...
Because he had something need from her.
Warning Mature Content! "No one can touch her, every drop of blood that comes out of her will cost of your lives; whether I reject her or keep her by my side, this woman is mine." âJaxon Knight. They were fierce adversaries who belong to separate packs. Both had been chosen and destined to inherit their throne. Nevertheless, if their story had already been foretold in a prophecy, how could these two Alpha bloods change their chain of events? Veronica Silva, a strong Alpha blood who knew how to stand her ground. However, with the fate intervention, how was she supposed to evade the cruel, cold-blooded Alpha? She swore she wouldn't fall for this vile person, but what would she do if the Moon Goddess insisted that he be her Moon Blessed Mate?
Leah's Point of view I knew he wasn't for me. I'm not a she-wolf nor a high rank that meets his level. Nonetheless, when his family engaged me as his personal doctor, I had a different feeling. I'm Omega, and all the pack I have encountered thinks of me as a low-level threat. Whenever Alphas and Betas want to play and harm, we are their stress relievers. The epicenter of mocking. Nevertheless, I may be the last one to eat, but I'd rather get harmed battling them than receive scratches without doing anything. Amoux's Point of view I admire how she stands on her own two feet, even if she is in a lower rank. But I dislike her every time she leads me â her duty is merely to heal me! I am the future Lycan King, and she must obey me! However, what should I do if one day, I just woke up and started to realize that I was going along with her demands. I won't like her. I won't fall for that Omega! No matter what⊠I must reject her.
Warning! Mature scene explicit [R+18] When the time I had nowhere to go because I had lost everything, he came. He showed me and made me feel the things I missed early on. He gave me the ones I had never tried and experienced. But the person I thought I could trust completely was just another poison slowly spreading through my body. Someone who did all that to forget the tragedy that befell my sister. How can I resist the love that, in the first place, should not have begun? How can I forgive myself for something I do not know? We have hundred days to pretend that we are a happy couple. But the secret they had kept for so long was revealing.
Zoey Afar has had a long-held affection for her boss. However, she was unwilling to confess this since, first and foremost, they were different in level of life. The second reason she feels "abnormal" is that even a light touch from her stimulates her desire. She has obsessive sexual behavior, sometimes known as hypersexuality condition or sexual addiction. Things become worse when the hot CEO makes her personal BDSM partner.
Warning Matured Content [Rated +18] Randall lifted the veil I was wearing and gently pressed his soft lips against mine. I closed my eyes. âI am so pleased to present the newlyweds, Randall Adams and Winter Harris Adams!â I yearn after I open my eyes. It is just a dream. But that didn't happen because rising my eyes, only the click, the light of the camera, and the applause of the people popped into my depressed eyes. Randall, the handsome billionaire, stands beside me, claiming that we have been a pair of lovers for so long. But I don't recognize him. Because I lost my memory.
I inserted the dildo into my hole and began thrusting it. As I pressed the greatest vibration, one of my hands gripped the chair's top for support. "Ngh!" I couldn't help but move my hips and let out moans because I was the only person in the office. I knew no one was coming in so I let my voice echo in Travis's room. The smell of the room adds to my wetness because it smells of his perfume. "Ahh!" I didnât know how to bend my toes when I reached the end. I cum too fast. However, I'm not satisfied yet, but before I can do the next round, I covered my eyes because of the light turning on. Simultaneously hitting the eye of the man I have long admired is the slipping of the dildo from my pussy and its fall to the floor. ************************************* "When you accept to be my BDSM slave, I will erase the sensitive body you feel." Travis Vuk, my unrequited love. Can he truly feel love for me in a domineering relationship, regardless of the fact that we are surrounded by pure sex toys and adult tools?
Eliza Greer was abandoned by her mother, raised in an orphanage, and sold to the Burns family at 19. Even though she marries Mason Burns, the other people in the Burns family look down on her for her poor identity and want to try every way to bully her. Unexpectedly, they all failed. Eliza's hidden identities are gradually revealed in one incident after another, which astonishes everyone.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.
After five years of marriage, my husband is always absent on my birthday. No gifts, no blessings. He said, "I've given you the money, buy whatever you want." But he started preparing for Fiona's birthday half a month in advance. He said, "She's different, she only has me." As the sole survivor of a unexpected fire, he has been heartbroken for over a decade. Watching Fiona in Moments holding a cake and kissing his face. I slowly commented. ăJust this useless person, I'm giving him to you.ă
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
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 townâs 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. âWay to go, honey!â