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Giselle Lambert was the obsession of the youngest mafia in history, a man courted by countless women eager to be his bride. He was so influential that he could gift Giselle the entire island of Sicily. Yet, her days were consumed with plans to flee from his overpowering clutches. She ran, and he pursued without hesitation, reclaiming her to his side time and again. "Come and please me!" His voice could strike terror into the bravest souls, but Giselle was a fierce wildcat not easily cowed. Each time, she fought and fled, and each time, he used all of New York City to ensnare her: "Giselle, isn't this golden cage spacious enough? Please, stop running."
July in Brooklyn, New York, was oppressively hot and sticky.
"Grandma, you need to keep up with your treatments. I'll be back tomorrow."
Giselle had been at the hospital all day, her skin soaked with the scent of disinfectant.
When she returned to her neighborhood, she was puzzled to see a luxury car parked in her rundown old district.
Upon entering her home, two men in black seized her, one on each side.
"What are you doing!" Giselle screamed, "Help-"
Before she could finish, a hood was slipped over her head, silencing her.
After the roar of a helicopter and a dizzying journey, Giselle was pushed off the aircraft, her hood yanked off, making her squint in the bright light.
She found herself under a massive gold-leaf dome, surrounded by Raphael's masterful paintings and pure white wool carpets, the epitome of opulence.
A man of striking and fierce beauty sat on a genuine leather sofa, watching her intently. His shirt collar open, revealing well-defined, tanned muscles, he radiated the power of a predatory leopard.
"Come here," he commanded, tapping on his marble table with his index finger.
Giselle remained stationary, eyeing the man warily, like a startled deer.
Noticing her shivering, Henry Jefferson chuckled dryly and turned up the thermostat.
"Too delicate. How have you survived these months on the run?"
"Do I need to physically bring you here?" he asked impatiently as she stood frozen.
Slowly, Giselle approached him, her throat tight, avoiding his gaze.
The tension in the air was palpable, ready to snap at any moment.
Giselle licked her dry lips, "I will not go back with you."
Henry's patience snapped; he grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto his lap, his large hand clasping her neck, the other tilting her chin up to force her to meet his eyes.
"Say that again." His voice was laced with a threat.
"I won't-"
Before she could complete her refusal, Henry tightened his grip, pinning her down on the sofa, his body pressing against hers.
The air conditioning blasted cold air, but Giselle's ears and neck felt like they were on fire.
Henry's gaze traced the delicate features of her face, his hand feeling the softness of her neck.
Unable to resist, he pecked at her lips, relishing the long-missed softness that brought him both relaxation and satisfaction.
He leaned in to kiss her, but Giselle desperately turned her head away; the kiss landed on her neck instead.
This action enraged Henry, and he forcefully captured her lips, leaving Giselle struggling for breath.
"Don't do this... ," Giselle, unable to free herself, resorted to stalling, "Let's talk."
"Talk?" Henry sneered, "About your next attempt to flee?"
"Giselle, why not discuss your grandmother's illness? The medical bills are over a million; can you afford that?"
"You! You've been monitoring me!"
Her mother had died early, leaving her grandmother as her only family.
Her grandmother's heart condition had worsened over the years, requiring expensive surgeries almost like buying extra time.
This time the situation was dire; she hadn't yet gathered the funds for the upcoming surgery. If missing the optimal surgery time, even gods couldn't save her.
"Marry me, and the medical bills will be paid immediately. I'll arrange for you to move to the Upper East Side."
"I don't need it!"
Without a second thought, Giselle rejected him outright.
Rejected again, Henry suddenly calmed, sitting up to inquire, "What's the success rate of the surgery?"
At a regular hospital, the success rate was a mere 10%.
Meaning, her grandmother was likely not to survive the surgery.
Giselle remained silent; Henry continued, "At the NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital, the success rate is 90%."
Giselle clenched her fists.
"I'll arrange the top specialists and facilities," Henry offered, dangling even more tempting conditions.
Giselle trembled slightly, her large doe eyes filled with despair.
Unfortunately for her, Henry's hand began to wander restlessly along her side.
The calloused thumb grazed her soft skin, sending a shiver through her.
Without a reply from her, Henry lost patience, lifting her shirt slightly, his warm, dry hand moving upwards along her side.
Giselle's body shook uncontrollably, although this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, she was still terrified, "Let me go, this is rape!"
Henry pinned her down, his lips on hers muffling her protests, his deep eyes full of possessive desire: "Then go ahead and sue me."
"Alex, can I take a break for a few days?" Olivia Hall asked. Alex Adams grabbed Olivia and threw her onto the bed as he said, "Don't forget about our contract. You don't get to say no to me." In order to save her mother, Olivia had sold herself to a stranger. Although Alex was rumored to be cold-hearted and uninterested in women, he made Olivia sleep with him every night. Olivia thought sadly, 'I am only doing this for money.' After paying off her mother's medical bills, Olivia quietly left Alex and buried this memory deep down her heart. However, the arrogant Alex refused to let her go. He found her and said hysterically, "You are the lover of a Mafia, you are not allowed to leave as you wish."
What happens when a hook-up gets complicated by a baby? Can she hide the secret from him? Or will he show her how possessive he can be when he learns she's carrying his child? "Seven years ago, I had a one-night stand with my brother's best friend, who also happened to be my lifelong crush. The next day, he vanished leaving me pregnant. Now, I am a single mom raising our son in the same small town. Recently, he returned to attend my brother's wedding and the truth about our son was finally revealed. As he reclaims his place in our lives, the sparks between us reignite. However, danger from his past threatens to shatter our newfound connection. I am torn between my love for him and my fear of getting hurt again, especially now that I have two hearts to protect - our son's and my own."
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."
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"