Prologue: Dara's eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy from the haze of the previous night. The memories came flooding back - the desperation, the seduction, the surrender. She felt a wave of regret wash over her, mixed with a hint of shame. As she quickly dressed and made her escape, the cheque in her bag felt like a weight, a constant reminder of the price she'd paid. But it was a price she'd had to pay, for the sake of her sister's life. The hospital's stern warning echoed in her mind - 72 hours, or else. And now, with the money in hand, maybe, just maybe, she could save her sister. But as she fled the hotel room, Dara couldn't shake off the feeling that she'd lost a part of herself in the process. The question lingered, haunting her - had she made a deal with the devil himself? The city lights blurred together as she hailed a cab, her heart heavy with the consequences of her actions. She knew she'd have to face them eventually, but for now, she just wanted to escape. Little did she know, her fate was already intertwined with that of the mysterious Demilade, and their encounter was only the beginning of a tangled web of secrets, lies, and unexpected love.
"I'm sorry ma'am but she has limited time to live, I'll suggest you raise the money for the surgery within 72 hours to avoid loss" those words kept stuck into Dara head as a constant reminder of her need for a urgent solution
A light tap brought her back into reality " I'm done" the friend (Zara) said with a bewitching smile
Dara stare at her self in the mirror, it was a sight to behold.....
Her face rumple in displeasure" Zara don't you think this is too much, I mean the just take a look at my revealing cleavage, I feel like a prostitute right now" she complained, covering the part she felt were exposed
Zara gave her a deep frown " you look just good, and by the way the way it's too late to late to complain... Demilade is already waiting for you at NIGHT STARS HOTEL"
"Who's Demilade"Dara asked curiously
Zara gave her a light spank on her forehead" he's your catch" she said while walking out of the room
Dara stare back at the mirror , exhale sharply"..... I am ogundele oluwadarasimi ,my Dad is late, my mom can barely feed us, my twin is laying sick with heart turmoil at the hospital with only 72 hours limited time to live without a surgery,I was born into a poor family on the 18 of April 2007 and gosh... should I be doing this????"she momentarily asked herself almost in tears
"Madam,let go" Zara grasp her shoulder leaving no room to surrender
They both have hail a cab to night star hotel with Zara giving a handful of advice on the way
"Be good" Zara said one last time , as she leaves Dara at the room door nudging her to go inside
Dara watch her retreating back as she takes in a sharp breath , grasping all the confidence she can as she twist the door knob
she walks in shrugging off every hint of discomfort
Her eyes collide with the captivating dark aesthetic interior of the room....even the air feel different.....she almost lost her stand......
" Done drooling" His hoarse voice brought her out of her trance
That was when she realized that she was standing face-to-face with her "catch"
Àanuoluwapo demilade Austin....
"You look gorgeous and young"his hand wrapping around her slender waist
Her mind screamed "run!!" , but her body seems to forsake her at this point, she felt herself melting down at his touch
" I can't do this"she mumbled, but her voice seems to fail her
"you smell nice"she found her self saying, succumbing to his seduction
He effortlessly lift her into a bridal style leading the way to the king sized bed
He caress her tenderly whispering soft word into her ears with her hands wrapped around his neck
He claimed her lips pouring out all his hunger and lust in a soft suckle.......
________The next morning________
Dara woke up with a sharp pain underneath her thighs
she felt a pang of guilt and regret hit her....she should never had done this
she quickly put on her clothes with the cheque in her bag, hoping not to cross path with her doom
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
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.
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.