His eyes burned with a fire that felt ancient, untouchable. "You're addicted to me," he murmured, his voice a deadly whisper. "And I'm addicted to breaking you. I'm the devil in your hell, and you... you're the angel in my chaos. But in your gaze, I see the beginning of my end." Fury coursed through me, mixing with a raw, undeniable fear. "I will destroy you!" I screamed, my voice crashing against the walls, each word a vow of vengeance. A twisted smile curved his lips, dark and dangerous. "Before you burn me to the ground," he breathed, his warmth sending shivers down my spine, "let me show you just how deeply pleasure and pain can intertwine." ~~~~~ Brinda Virginia's life has always been a battle - against fate, against time, against a heart that beats too weakly to keep up with her fire. Abandoned by her parents who feared her fragility, she was raised by the only person who ever truly loved her - her stepmother. But love has never been enough to stop fate's cruel hand. And now, with only seventy-two hours to save the woman who sacrificed everything for her, Brinda is drowning in desperation. Then he returns. A phantom from her past, draped in shadows, holding a bargain as twisted as the scars he left on her soul. To save her stepmother, Brinda must surrender. Her body. Her will. Herself. But surrender is never simple in a game of power, revenge, and dangerous desire. Because this man doesn't just want to own her - he wants to unmake her, unravel her, turn her fire to ash. And the most terrifying part? Find out!
Brinda
"Make sure you please the guests, or you'll never see the seventy thousand dollars for your mother's treatment," Mr. Donald's cold, mechanical voice cut through the air. He tossed the stripper costumes at me with a detached sneer before ordering his assistant, Mr. Desmond, to take me to the dressing room.
The words stung, but I had no choice. I had no room for pride or hesitation.
As we entered the dressing room, I could feel the eyes of my fellow dancers - male and female - staring, their judgment heavy in the air. I didn't flinch, but inside, the humiliation was a quiet storm.
From a nurse to a stripper. How had I fallen so far?
Every girl dreams of a loving family, but I was abandoned by mine. If someone ever asked what my parents looked like, I would have no answer. I don't even carry their name. My identity - my whole life - was stolen from me. Instead, I became 'Brinda Virginia,' an orphan with no place to call home.
Thank God for Sarah - my stepmother, the woman who saved me when I was just a baby, when my birth parents cast me aside like I meant nothing. She ran away with me and raised me like I was her own. In my heart, she will always be 'Mother America.' because she is too kind.
A harsh voice snapped me from my thoughts.
"How long are you going to take to get dressed?" Mr. Desmond's growl made my pulse quicken. I couldn't afford to make him wait. I threw on the tight black skirt, my skin prickling with self-consciousness as I struggled to keep my dignity intact.
With the mirror as my only witness, I took in my reflection - long white hair, thick eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a nose that was delicate, full red lips, dimpled cheeks, and a baby face that didn't belong in a place like this.
"Ready?" Mr. Desmond's sharp voice cut through the silence. I nodded, hoping my unease didn't show.
When we stepped into the dark, smoky room, the noise and heat hit me like a freight train. My heart skipped - what if one of these people recognized me? What if one of them had been one of my patients? My neighbors? My old college friends? What would they think of me now?
But there was no time for regrets. I had seventy-two hours to save my dying mother. That's all that mattered.
Mr. Desmond gave me one last look. "Entertain them well." He patted me on the shoulder and left.
As the music throbbed around me, something inside me shifted. Confidence - unexpected and almost foreign - surged within me. I moved with the rhythm, my body swaying and undulating in a way that felt like second nature. I locked eyes with the crowd, weaving an invisible thread of seduction, my every motion pulling them in.
But there was one man who stood out - a man dressed in black, wearing a mask that hid his features. Three hulking guards flanked him, their presence an unmistakable sign of his wealth and power. If I could catch his attention, maybe I could secure a bigger tip - perhaps even more.
The lights danced off my skin, casting shadows that made me feel like I was part of the music itself, part of something alive. My movements became instinctual, primal, my body flowing in ways I didn't know I was capable of.
And then, in a single fluid motion, I spun, presenting my back to the crowd as I wrapped myself around the pole. My chest heaved, my breath coming in sharp, measured gasps. The audience cheered, their applause ringing in my ears like an affirmation of everything I had to offer.
When Mr. Desmond stormed in, shooing the crowd out, I barely noticed until the masked man stood and strode toward the podium. His guards wheeled a sofa closer, and he settled into it, crossing his legs with deliberate calm.
"Strip," he commanded, his voice smooth, yet chilling. "I'll give you everything you want."
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to keep dancing. My body moved in slow, sensual waves, though every second felt like a punishment. I danced for what felt like hours - twenty minutes, but it dragged like an eternity.
Then, his voice sliced through the tension, "Damsel." The Italian accent barely veiled his distaste. "You couldn't perform for an hour, so... no pay."
The words hit like a slap. "What? You never said I had to dance for an hour!" I exploded, my voice sharp with frustration.
He smirked, taking a slow, deliberate step toward me. His left hand tucked into his pocket, and my heart raced as he ascended the podium. Before I could react, his hand snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped me. His fingers gripped my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
And then - smack. He spanked me.
I was on fire. My palm connected with his cheek, the slap loud and satisfying. "Watch it," I hissed. "Don't you know the rules here?" I stood, defiant, arms crossed over my chest.
His eyes narrowed, his voice dripping with challenge. "I guess I don't. Why don't you treat me to the rules?" His hand reached for my face, but I swatted it away.
"Try it again, and I'll make it two slaps," I warned, the venom in my words matching the fire in my veins.
I turned, strutting out of the room with my head held high.
But as I burst into Mr. Donald's office, the sight that met my eyes nearly made me sick. He was lounging on his couch, surrounded by three half-naked women. A chill ran through me.
What a cheap man.
I approached him, determined. "Pay me my money," I demanded, trying to keep my composure despite the disgust swirling in my stomach.
He waved the women off, nonchalantly, wiping his hands. "The clients haven't paid yet. Come back tomorrow."
I froze. What? That wasn't how things worked. Mr. Donald always made sure the money was in hand before a dancer even set foot on stage.
"Pay me, Mr. Donald. You know what I need." My voice wavered despite my best efforts.
He sank into the couch, crossing his arms behind his head. "Come back tomorrow, or get the hell out of my sight."
The words felt like a slap to the face. But I couldn't afford to back down. Not now. Not when my mother's life hung in the balance.
"I have fallen into the enemy's dungeon and there is no escape route. Truth can be buried in darkness, flesh can be devoured by flames however fate will not because the wind will plant the seeds of truth by making it sprout. I will never give in to fate. I, Amanda Romanus, will be back from the shackles of death." ~~~~~ Trapped in a gilded cage, Amanda Romanus is treated like a slave by the family she once trusted. But when she uncovers the shocking truth behind her mother's death -A ruthless conspiracy for power - Amanda's world is turned upside down. Realizing that she was surrounded by treacherous individuals and driven by anger and thirst to avenge her mother's death, Amanda Romanus made a bold move, coercing the enigmatic billionaire, Gabriel Slade, to a marriage contract to swing the tides to her favor and get back at her two-faced family for their previous evil actions and conspiring to kill her. With only her wit, courage, and newfound alliance with Gabriel, Amanda sets out to exact revenge on those who wronged her. Will Amanda be able to cast an evil eye on her once upon a time family or will her quest for vengeance destroy everything she holds dear?"
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.
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
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."
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!”
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once 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."