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The atmosphere in the auction room was electric, thick with tension and anticipation. Spotlights illuminated the faces of the bidders, but all Isabella Blake could focus on was one man-Marcus Hale. She had been kidnapped and sold like a piece of property, and now, the highest bid echoed ominously in her ears. "Seventy million dollars!" shouted a man in a black suit, and Isabella felt a chill run down her spine at the staggering figure. She never imagined her life would end up like this, trapped in a brutal auction for her own freedom.
The atmosphere in the auction room was electric, thick with tension and anticipation. Spotlights illuminated the faces of the bidders, but all Isabella Blake could focus on was one man-Marcus Hale. She had been kidnapped and sold like a piece of property, and now, the highest bid echoed ominously in her ears.
"Seventy million dollars!" shouted a man in a black suit, and Isabella felt a chill run down her spine at the staggering figure. She never imagined her life would end up like this, trapped in a brutal auction for her own freedom.
When Marcus's name was announced as the winning bidder, a mixture of dread and disbelief washed over her. He was her older brother's best friend, the one she had admired from a distance during her teenage years. But the man standing before her now was not the charming, carefree Marcus she remembered; he was a stranger, cloaked in a veil of power and control.
"Isabella," he said, his voice deep and commanding as he stepped closer. "You're mine now. No one else can hurt you, touch you, or even look at you. You belong to me."
"Belong to you? You think I'll just accept this?" Isabella shot back, her voice trembling with defiance. "You can have my body, but you will never own my soul. I will never submit to you!"
Marcus's expression shifted to one of cold amusement. "You underestimate the situation, Isabella. You are already trapped, and I will make sure you understand the depth of your new reality."
He closed the distance between them, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her heart race. "I bought you not to save you from anyone, but because I want your body. I have desired you since the first time I laid eyes on you."
Isabella's breath hitched in her throat, a mix of fear and something else-something dangerous-swirling within her. "If you want my body, then you should kill me instead!" she snapped, frustrated and angry.
"Ending your life would not satisfy the cravings I have," he replied, his tone low and chilling. "I want to break you, to push you to your limits until you cannot resist anymore. You will learn to embrace this darkness."
The weight of his words sank in, and she felt the full force of her predicament. He was not just a captor; he was someone who relished in control, someone who found pleasure in her pain. A shiver ran down her spine, but there was a flicker of defiance still burning within her.
"I will never give in to you, Marcus. You can do whatever you want, but you will never own my spirit. I will fight you every step of the way," Isabella declared, her voice unwavering.
Marcus chuckled softly, a sound that sent chills racing through her. "Oh, I look forward to your resistance. It will only make the eventual surrender that much sweeter."
Isabella felt a swell of determination mixed with dread. She was caught in a web of power and desire, and she had to find a way to escape, to reclaim her life before it slipped away completely.
As the days turned into nights, Isabella struggled to adjust to her new life in Marcus's lavish mansion. The walls were adorned with art and luxury, but it felt like a prison. She was a pawn in his twisted game, and every moment spent under his watchful gaze only deepened her resolve to escape.
One evening, as she sat in the lavish living room, Marcus entered with a smug grin on his face. "Are you ready to talk about your new role in my life?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed.
"I refuse to accept this 'role' you've assigned me," Isabella shot back, her heart racing. "I won't be your plaything."
"Oh, but you already are," he said, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "And deep down, you know there's a part of you that craves this as much as I do."
Isabella's heart pounded in her chest as she met his gaze, her anger battling against the strange thrill his presence ignited within her. "You think you can manipulate me? You have no idea who you're dealing with."
"Ah, but I do, Isabella. I see you more clearly than you see yourself," Marcus replied, stepping closer, his voice a low whisper. "And soon, you will learn to embrace what I offer."
In that moment, Isabella felt a whirlwind of emotions-fear, anger, and an unsettling attraction she could not deny. She wanted to hate him, to rebel against everything he represented, yet something about him drew her in, making her question her resolve.
The days that followed were a battle of wills. Marcus would visit her, often taunting her with cryptic remarks about her future, pushing her boundaries while always leaving her yearning for more.
One night, as rain pounded against the windows, Marcus stood close, their faces inches apart. "You're so strong-willed, Isabella. It's almost admirable," he said, his breath warm against her skin.
"Your admiration means nothing to me," she replied, refusing to back down. "I will never be yours."
Marcus smirked, a dangerous glint in his eye. "We'll see about that. I have all the time in the world to break down those walls."
Isabella felt the weight of his words settle in her chest. She was caught in a storm of emotions, trapped in a dangerous game where the stakes were her very soul. And as much as she wanted to fight him, a part of her couldn't help but wonder what lay beyond the walls of their conflict.
As the rain continued to fall, she realized that her fight for freedom was just beginning, and the line between captor and captive was becoming increasingly blurred.
Aruna is a new secretary at a leading technology company in Jakarta, TechSage Corp. It was only a few weeks ago that she accepted this job, an opportunity that she believed would open many doors in her career. However, today felt different. There was anxiety that had been hanging over her since she woke up this morning, as if a bad feeling was waiting for her.
Since she was little, Arini felt different. Her parents, although kind and loving, always felt like strangers to her. She never felt like she was truly part of the family. And now, with the evidence of the DNA test results she found a few weeks ago, all her past questions were answered. She was not their biological child.
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."
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."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Eliana was framed by her best friend and her fiance into sleeping with a boy toy in the club and getting impregnated by him. Five years after she had given birth to twins, she returned home and worked under the Moran Group, where she met the CEO-- Maurice. Maurice was a brilliant businessman who did his job well. But in order to stay under the radar, he lived a double life. One as Maurice, and one as Preston. Fate brought the two together again, roping them in on an exciting love story. It all became more complicated when Eliana faced Preston, the man she had slept with before, once again. Now that she was being pursued by two men, how could she ever choose? When would Eliana uncover the secret of Maurice's identity? When was Maurice going to know that he already had two children of his own? How would Eliana face this man when the truth came to light one day? Come and find out.
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!”
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. .