Filled with guilt for allegedly taking the life of her college boyfriend, Christine an orphaned college scholarship student is forced into a slave contract to repay the damage done to her dead boyfriend's family by working as a celebrity under their management for five years, making lots of money for the family's entertainment company and being paid little or nothing in return. In a quest to redeem herself from the shackles of modern slavery, Christine meets Lance, a ruthless and powerful billionaire in an accidental one night stand, they feel a strong connection to each other, but the circumstances surrounding their encounter and their contradicting public images give rise to deep misunderstandings and misconceptions between them. Accidentally yours is a story of love, trials, revenge and redemption.
CHAPTER ONE
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"Ouch" Christine rubbed her forehead in an attempt to soothe the throbbing ache, turning slightly on the soft bedding, she reluctantly opened her eyes to the sudden realization that she is lying on a strange bed and in an unfamiliar room.
A manly hand sluggishly circled her waist from behind, she looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened. A stunningly handsome man lay fast and deep asleep beside her,his messy brown hair caressing his forehead, his long and firm nose,the thick brows slightly arched and covered by his hair,his full lips, neatly shaved beards and the cute little birthmark at the corner of his mouth all made him look even more tempting.
"It can't be, I slept with a stranger?"
she cursed under her breath sitting up, suddenly feeling a burning sensation in between her thighs. She winced in pain and raised the sheets
"fuck!"
They are both butt naked, the man's strong legs circled hers firmly as if he was scared she would run away. She could feel his penis, long and thick on her thighs, she tried to wriggle out of his hold, but the movement seemed to have disturbed his peaceful sleep as the arch between his brows deepened and he shifted his body to a more comfortable position.
Christine, bit her lips. She seemed confused and unable to think, she could not remember how she got here nor the events of the other night. All she could recall is going to the club.
She looked around the room trying to get familiar with its surroundings, the room is a luxurious hotel suite built in the form of a large apartment, except it only had three doors, the bathroom door, the room door and a transparent glass door leading to a corridor, a beautiful beaded curtain served as a demarcation between the sitting and dining area and the bedroom, paintings and crafts of different kinds neatly arranged and placed in different sections of the room, a huge luxurious digital clock that read 6:15 AM hung on the wall beside a full mirror at the far end of the room .
Christine took a deep breath and pushed the sheets away,she tried again to free herself from the man's stronghold, this time, a little more carefully and slowly. Peeling his hands and legs away from her body, she got down from the bed and picked up her clothings scattered across the large and beautifully adorned room, she quickly put them on and got ready to leave, she scanned the room one more time to be sure she was not leaving any of her belongings behind, her eyes landed on the beautiful man still laying sound asleep on the gigantic bed,she thought of something and looked back in the direction of the full mirror with a table and a set of drawers attached to its side at the far end of the room. She got to the table, looked around the drawers and found a sticky note and a wooden fountain pen that had an inscription on it at the top drawer.
Sitting down quietly on the cushioned stool, she scribbled something on the sticky note and hurriedly left the room.
Getting to the elevator, she checked her phone, she had gotten several missed calls from Penelope, her manager. She had stormed out of the restaurant in anger the previous night and put off her phone since she did not want her to know her whereabouts. She rested her head on the elevator wall and tried to recollect the previous night's events amidst the throbbing headache and the nauseous feeling in her stomach. After a series of failed attempts, she gave up.
The elevator door chimed, indicating that it had reached the ground floor, she quickly put on her mask and dashed out of the hotel building and into the quiet street.
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Knock knock "Mr Pierce, I brought you a change of clothes" Secretary Jim said through the firmly closed door.
Lance Pierce reached out beside him, feeling no sign of a body, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, he couldn't remember the last time he slept this long. Realizing he was alone, he quickly got up from the bed and checked the bathroom, but there was no sign of a human being. she had indeed run away.
He ran his hands through his hair and bit his lips. Remembering last night's events, he smirked and walked to the living room.
Knock knock "Mr Pierce, are you there?" Jim knocked again when he got no response.
"Go away Jim, I do not wish to be disturbed" Lance said curtly, annoyed that the knock had disrupted his thoughts
"Sorry to bother you Mr Pierce, but you have a meeting in thirty minutes" Jim apologized, not daring to annoy him any further
Lance cursed under his breath and got up from the couch to let Jim in, halfway to the door, he suddenly looked down and realized he had nothing on
"Fuck" he turned and walked back to the bathroom and grabbed a towel,tying it loosely around his waist, he headed for the door.
"Good morning Mr Pierce" Jim said smiling brightly, holding up a neatly ironed gray handmade suit in one hand and a golden shoe box on the other as the door opened
"oh, I apologize Mr Pierce" Jim widened his eyes at the sight of the beautiful half naked man in front of him and abruptly turned
"I didn't know you had no clothes on, I should have been more careful"
Lance stared confused at the small frame of his secretary's back, he didn't understand why Jim had to turn his back because he was shirtless or half naked,he was not a demigod or anything, he rested his right shoulder on the door frame, his brows arching
"Can I have my clothes now?" he asked, tapping Jim lightly on his thin shoulders.
Jim, unlike other males, is rather small and slender, almost like a woman. His deep brown hair, neatly trimmed to suit his small round face. His skin is flawless except for the tiny freckles that adorned his face and arms. He wore round framed glasses that made him look like a proper nerd.
Lance would not have hired him if he wasn't so smart and exceptionally observant, plus he looked a lot younger than his age. If not for the birth certificate in his professional document, he could never have believed Jim is twenty eight, just a year younger than he is, but he looks way older than Jim or so he believed.
"Of course Sir" Jim turned towards him,still holding up the items in his hands, his head slightly bent forward.
"Take them inside and place them on the bed" Lance said, shifting his towering figure away from the door to make room for Jim to go in.
"Yes Sir" Jim entered the suite and headed for the bedroom. From the look of things, it was obvious what had happened the night before. Placing the golden box on the floor at the foot of the bed, Jim smoothened a portion of the bed with his left hand before placing the suit neatly on it.
"You didn't happen to see anyone leave this room, or did you?" Lance asked, walking back into the bedroom and towards the bathroom after glancing towards the hallway
"No, sir. I didn't see anyone" Jim answered, his head still lowered
"Okay,then. You can leave now, send a copy of my schedule for the week to my email, I will check it out later" Lance walked into the bathroom almost immediately and shut the door
"Right away Sir" Jim nodded and left the room.
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."
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!”
"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.
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?
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
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.