Thrown into a crossfire between secret underground organizations, Alyssa, an Assassin of the Bloodthorn Organization is sent on a crucial mission to infiltrate the wealthy elite Devon family, which away from the eyes of the public, secretly held the power of the underground Mafia group dangerously known as the Shadow organization. Alyssa's perfect plan was to intrude as the perfect daughter-in-law. But what happens when she ends up with the youngest heir when her schemes were meant for the leader himself?
Deep pants and heavy breaths eroded the dark and lonely street, accompanied with that came the incessant footsteps of emergency.
It appeared it wasn't just one.
A palm laid an unexpected grasp on the dim street lamp, whose light fluctuated eerily, giving off a creepy vibe to the desolate area.
A slim silhouette who was struggling hard to clutch onto the grasp of life, panting hard, finding difficulty in catching her breath.
With a hand on her chest, and the other, holding strongly to the street lamp's pole.
Unfortunately, luck appeared to not be on her side.
"Hurry, this way!"
The voice of the men chasing behind her echoed fearfully.
Making her gasp in shock with dread painted vividly in her wet eyes.
Even in the dark, just one look and one would be able to spot the sweat dripping through her face, the fear of an innocent girl in her eyes.
Having not much time, Alyssa withdrew her clamp fingers from the pole and began sprinting for her life.
Praying to whatever God there is that she shouldn't end up as prey to these horrendous wolves after her life.
Luckily for her, due to her petite figure, she was able to outrun them with a measurable distance despite the warning waves of fatigue and exhaustion that seems to be taking a toil on her puny body.
It has been exactly an hour and some minutes that she had been trying to evade these groups of dangerous men constantly chasing after her.
She didn't know what they wanted, or who they could be.
Perhaps thieves?
Worst was that, she isn't in possession of any valuable thing that would warrant them to chase her, she isn't even holding a bag!
Furthermore, the way they pursued her without giving up, only led her to one single conclusion; they were definitely after her life!
Alyssa struggled to increase her pace knowing they were catching up to her, but her strength failed her.
Her dark eyes were already moist with tears, and her ragged figure already exhausted.
Deep down she knew she couldn't go further.
Her step slowed down as the thought of giving up crossed her mind.
She's powerless against these five burly men. What could she do except submit?
Her breath turned heavier, she couldn't muster the strength to move her feet any longer.
It was in the middle of the night, was she really going to die this way with her lifeless body found in the dumpster by the next morning?
She couldn't help but sob.
"Get her! Hurry up! We shouldn't flunk this, or else we are goners!"
Despite her detoriating senses, she heard the words of the gangster loud and clear.
Which roused her suspicion, it was indeed as she had thought.
Someone wanted her!-either dead or alive.
This only grew Alyssa's fear, her weak body spasmed with a shudder just thinking about it.
What is she supposed to do now?!
A sudden will to be alive overwhelmed her, and she thought; she couldn't let whatever wicked plans these people, or the mastermind behind the scenes, had, succeed.
Pulling the last ounce of strength left in her body, she ran faster, picking up her pace again.
"Catch her! She's going away!" the dangerous voice sounded aggravated.
Just ahead, her line of sight came across a hollow beam of yellow light in the dark.
Her heart sped.
All this while, she never looked back, scared that she might be intimidated by their nearness, and somehow lose her courage to escape.
But now...now was different.
Alyssa took a peek behind her, and to her dismay, they were rapidly closing in on her.
Faster than she had imagined.
Rather than being intimidated, it worked the opposite way.
She paced for her life, heading towards that little light that seems to be screaming 'safety.'
Finally!
Her mind went a tad calm when she approached the heavily fixed metal door.
By then, the footsteps of the men where already resonating at her back.
"Oh no, oh no," her demure voice shook in fright.
Her heartbeat pounded erratically with every step and shout she heard closing in.
Unclamping her soaked palms, she held onto the door handle, her eyes closed while she muttered incoherent sentences that sounded like prayers.
Taking a leap of fate, she pulled down on it and to her greatest surprise, the metal door produced a rumbling sound as it slided open.
Alyssa exhaled, without wasting a second she intruded right into it, but it was too late to shut back the door-the men were already at her neck.
"She's getting away, grab her!"
It appeared to be an underground parking lot.
More surprisingly, tons of luxurious and expensive cars filled the space.
Alyssa thanked her stars for this, and hurriedly ran to a corner to shield herself.
Unfortunately, her tiny silhouette was spotted easily underneath the dim light the lot exhumed.
She was being chased mercilessly and had begun to feel the impact on her body.
"Quick, spread out and get her!" the one who seemed to be the big boss amongst them ordered, and in no time, the other four didn't hesitate to execute his instructions.
Alyssa had met a dead end!
Behind her was a sturdy wall of the vast parking lot.
Opposite, assembled the brawny men, looking down at her like a prey worth wasting energy on.
The smug smirk the leader of their gang administered to her, made her spine freeze.
"Little lamb," he called out mockingly.
"there's no place to run to anymore."
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Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
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."
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. .
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.
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!