Crossing part with Satan's heir was never my plan. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now, he is under my tail. Betrayed by my supposed fiancé, stuck with the devil himself. If he was the only man on Earth, I would rather die single, but I can't, not when he stalks me, makes me shiver at his touch and make me beg desperately, on my knees. I wasn't ready to accept him in my life, not after the first betrayal from my fiancé but he forced his way into my life, and turned my world upside down.
ALESSIA'S POV
A sob escaped my lungs as I dragged my feet down the silent road of Tuscany, Italy.
The cold air hit my skin, causing a shiver to grip my body but I didn't stop walking.
Walking with an empty head with no destination in mind was a disaster, but who cares?
All I wanted was to get away from this fucked up world, my fiancé and my supposed best friend.
Being a doctor, I had thought my life was the most perfect on Earth, maybe because I had peace of mind and everything I needed in my life.
But guess what?
I was totally wrong.
Life was just being easy on me because I had no idea what was coming.
Many nurses and junior doctors at the hospital I worked, called me a role model, but at the moment, my life was nothing close to perfection.
It was messed up and I don't think I can trust anyone again.
This world was fucked up.
Trying hard not to reminisce about the scene I met earlier at my supposed best friend's place, but hell, it wasn't easy to forget such a traumatising scene.
Not now, or ever.
My tears weren't making it easy either, it kept falling uncontrollably and sobs after sobs followed.
I had no destination since I had no family or anyone to rely on.
I had just two people in my life, but they fucked up.
They made a mess out of my trust in them and broke me in million ways that I can't mend not even in a thousand years to come.
They made a complete fool out of me and made me feel stupid for not catching up with their fucked up affairs earlier.
For heaven's sake, I was getting married to my fiancé in two months, but due to heavy work schedules as a doctor, I had no time for him, not knowing my friend was taking care of my man behind my back.
She gave him everything he wanted and that made him gave me attitudes anytime we met.
I was so stupid not to catch up then.
Walking for five minutes without any fucking care of the world, I finally came across a club.
I wanted to walk past it, since clubs weren't my thing, but I couldn't ignore them.
If alcohol could make me forget my pains and heartbreak for a moment, then hell, I'm getting myself drunk to stupor.
I dragged my feet into the club and as expected, it was crowded with different people swaying to the music.
The music and the vibe of the club was not giving a normal club vibe, but I didn't care.
Everyone in the club had a stern look on like Mafias and gangsters, and that made me wonder if I had entered the wrong club.
I wanted to leave, so as not to get my ass into trouble, but a hand caught mine, causing me to flinch in fear.
" Hey, beautiful. Come have a drink with me." A deep voice said from behind.
" Th...thank you. I'm not interested." I tried to scurry away, but the grip on my hand tightened, causing my heart to beat faster.
" Do you think you can leave just like that? I said fucking have a drink with me!"
The voice was no longer nice, and I knew I had finally got my goddamn ass into trouble.
If the stranger holding me decided to do dirty things to me, hell, no one was going to save me from him.
Only the thought of that sent adrenaline flying through my spine.
" I'm not interested please. Can you let me go." I mumbled, but he couldn't hear due to the loud music.
" Come with me now, or I will force you." He whispered, his hot breath fanning my ear.
My eyes met with that of the stranger's, and they resembled that of a deranged person.
I would be stupid to follow such a deranged person.
Having no idea where the strength or rather the courage came from, I bit his hand holding mine, and scurried to another part of the club where he couldn't find me.
If I was to leave the club now, he was sure to go after me, but hiding until he gets wasted was the best option.
Going for the latter, I hid in a safe place, not knowing what was installed for me.
Hell, I had no idea I had landed my butt into the devil's den.
I was in the VIP section without knowing, and when I turned around, my eyes met with the darkest eyes ever, and I felt my soul leave my body for a second.
Those two pairs of eyes stared blankly at me, that I felt my heart stopped beating for probably a minute.
His eyes were light-devoid and dark that one could get completely lost in those dangerous predatory eyes of his.
" Who the hell are you?" A deep voice came.
His calm voice contradicted his expression.
He was nothing short of perfection and probably the devil himself or his incarnate.
" Ahum.... I'm sorry for invading your privacy."
I mumbled and turned around, ready to scurry away like a scared cat, but his next words made me halt on my track.
" You have to pay for invading my privacy." His voice darkened to a chilling end.
I turned sharply towards him, as I had not even a slightest understanding of what he meant by those words.
I should pay for invading his privacy? With what? Money? Gold?
Hell, I had none with me. My head was too messed up to take money with me, and as for the gold, I had none.
" I'm sorry, but I don't have money on me at the moment, but I can make a transfer."
Having no idea what he meant by those words, I blurted out what came to my mind.
If I don't have cash, at least, I could make a transfer, right?
A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he stood up, his two hands calmly in his pocket.
With every step he took towards me, I could feel my lifespan getting shorter.
His eyes were darkened and downright terrifying.
" Are you serious or pretending?" He leaned closer towards me, our face just an inch away.
" I...I have no idea what you're talking about." I stuttered, avoiding his gaze as much as I could.
I didn't want to get trapped in those blue eyes like the waves of the ocean.
" Pretending, Huh?" His jaw tightened and I gulped in fear as sweats clouded my palms.
" N..no" I mumbled.
" I will let you go once you suck my cock, so hard that it chokes you down your throat."
He said slowly, his fingers crawling their way into my throat.
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When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
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.