Annabelle's life has been a nightmare, trapped under her stepfather's abuse and doing whatever it takes to protect her sister. With a weak mother who's too blind to notice the horrors at home, Annabelle knows she has to get out. But her escape plan takes a wild turn when she gets hit by Dante's car and wakes up with no memory of her past. Dante is the ruthless mafia lord of Acadia, who has grown even worse since he lost his fiancée. Now, everyone trembles at the mention of his name. When Dante sees Annabelle, he decides she's his-and he's not letting go. Everyone who dares to hurt her would pay dearly. *********** "I want nothing to do with you," Annabelle says breathlessly. "You are mine and that is final," He declares. ********** As Annabelle tries to escape her demons, she's caught in a dangerous game where Dante's rules are the only ones that matter. Will she find a way to break free, or will she be drawn deeper into Dante's dark world?
Annabelle has had it.
She was ready to make a break for it even if it killed her.
She was sure it would kill her anyway or at least someone else would suffer for it.
"I am sorry, Mum," she whispered in the dark.
She knew her mother would never understand why she had done it.
Just as she didn't believe her when Annabelle told her what he was doing.
She never had. And Annabelle had finally realised that she never will.
Her mother's dream man could do no wrong.
This was her only chance, and they would never escape if she didn't take it.
She couldn't do anything for her mother, but she could do something for Cathy.
Her breath caught in her throat when she heard the heavy footsteps nearing the door of the room she once shared with her sister.
He was the one who told her mother she needed her separate room now.
"She is a big girl now and deserves her privacy."
Like always, her mother agreed with him.
Then the nightmares had started.
Subtly at first.
Then it got worse
She started sweating as terror wanted to envelop her.
Images of many other nights like this came to her mind and she started shivering.
The shuffling feet got closer.
She knew he was doing it on purpose.
The bastard.
On other nights he had tried to be sneaky about it, but not tonight.
Tonight, he was sure that no one would be around to disturb him.
He believed she was all his, and she knew he would torment her with the fear of his approach even before he entered.
Over the years, she had learned that the fear turned him on more than any other thing.
He loved to see her trembling body just as much as he loved to ruin it.
Annabelle flinched as he kicked the door open.
A whimper escaped her before she could stop herself.
She bit her lips hard to stop her trembling body from giving her away.
She couldn't afford to fail now.
She had spent months planning this.
Failing now would spell doom for her.
And then for Cathy.
Still, bitter tears squeezed out of her tightly shut eyes as the stench of alcohol reached her long before she felt his shadow over her.
"What is this? Are you pretending to sleep, brat? Are you shy now, baby girl? I thought we were long past this," he added with a cruel chuckle.
She flinched as his ringed knuckle grazed her cheek so roughly that it left a sting on her olive-toned skin.
"That's what I thought," he said as he bent down and slurped at her face with his rough, alcohol-soaked tongue.
Annabelle shuddered visibly and that got him angry.
The sudden slap made the metal frames of her worn bed squeak loudly in the room.
The sound was like a gong in her tortured head.
She expected the hit. She always expected it.
Yet when it came, the pain was always worse than the last.
He hardly hit her face when her mom was around. Not that it would have made a difference, but he seemed bent on keeping up appearances.
But today, no one was there to hear her, even if she cried out loud.
He gave her another slap and Annabelle merely groaned through gritted teeth to avoid crying out.
He grunted and smashed the bottle in his hand against the headboard.
The piece of bottle stung as it pierced her back, yet she didn't cry out.
"Please, don't ask me to strip," she prayed with everything in her.
Not because she had not done it before, but because that would blow her cover.
Please, please, please. She pleaded to whatever powers were listening to her at that moment.
She heard the sound of his belt unbuckling in the silence.
She tensed as the belt switched in the air. The sharp crack as it landed on her back sent reeling pain into her brain.
"He is going to kill you."
The realisation dawned on her like a revelation.
For a moment, her battered soul almost welcomed the end.
Death would mean it was over and done.
But almost immediately, Cathy's face showed vibrantly in her mind.
The cheerful face so vivid that she blinked in the darkened room filled her despair.
"No, I can't let him do this to me. Not now," her momentarily cowered mind reared its head.
She must finish what she had started these past months.
He wouldn't be winning tonight. If she didn't die first.
There was a difference to the beating this time. He always gets to business after roughing her around for a while.
He always said he wouldn't want her to lose her strength for the duty she was to perform.
At first, all he would do to keep her quiet was to threaten to go to Cathy's room.
Then he started using his hands on her, even while bruising her body.
As the belt came down on her again, Annabelle knew she was done for this time.
This was different.
Yet she was afraid to do what she had planned to do all along.
She was sure he would kill her before she got the chance.
Then she would never be able to save Cathy from this hell.
"If only your godforsaken mother was any good," he grunted a moment later.
Annabelle's screaming nerves almost made her not notice the sound of the belt dropping.
He climbed the bed immediately.
"You know what to do, you whore. Strip before I get here. Yet you always make me say it. That was your punishment. You will know better next time."
He dragged her downward, making the pieces of the bottle on the bed pierce her arms.
Annabelle could feel blood ooze out of her arms as he roughly flipped her over.
The pain of the shard in her back launched her upwards as she automatically brought out the hand she had under the cover.
Before Tad Whitaker could react, Annabelle stabbed him in the chest with the toxin-coated knife.
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Reyona's world shattered when she learned that her husband of eight years did not only have a mistress, but they had three children together! To top it off, her husband had been stealing from their joint account to leave the country with his other family! Reyona threw all her beliefs out the window as she set out to take revenge on the man who took her for a fool and everyone involved. Her plans got glitched when she became involved with Maxwell Rohan, the roguish stepbrother of her husband's mistress. Read as this hate-at-first-sight story unravels with lots of intrigues and unexpected plots, peppered with the antics of an entitled, shameless man!
"You have to hang on, buddy," Jordan shouted at his bleeding partner out of fright. "I am sorry, but...tell Aria to go far away. You too...It's not wort..." His breathing grew erratic, and Jordan watched life drain out of his partner's life. Sent away from his crime-infested country in his teenage years to avoid being sucked into the dominating crime rings in Baleria. Jordan Alarick is back after his father’s suspicious death. Hell-bent on making a change in a country that had become worse than his father ever imagined, Alarick set out to make a difference and bring his father’s killers to book. Faced with a force infiltrated by the drug lords, the death of his partner, and the realization that the walls indeed have ears everywhere in Baleria, even in the government, Jordan resigned to work independently to uncover the shady deals of the “rings”. Will this patriotic man succeed? Especially when his assistant happened to be the daughter of the man who wanted him dead the most? Welcome to Baleria. A world where the weak have no place.
Broke and desperate with a baby to care for, Marissa heard of a website meant for ladies to auction their virginity to the highest bidder! Impulsively, she signed up only to get a confirmation email. She had been selected by the highest bidder! Still reeling from it all but desperate, she went with her assigned agent to meet the man, only to see that it was Bernard! A man she hated on sight! Oh hell no! *************************** Read this story to discover how first impressions can truly be deceptive. A story full of intrigue, scheming, steamy scenes, and, of course, love
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. .
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
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.
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
"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.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."