Olivia Steele has always been the perfect daughter, obeying her family's every demand. But when her father's company faces financial ruin, Olivia is forced into an arranged marriage with Damien Caldwell-a ruthless billionaire with a reputation as cold as his business dealings. To the world, he is a charismatic tycoon. To Olivia, he is a man with a heart of stone and a vendetta he refuses to explain. Damien isn't looking for love; he's looking for revenge. Years ago, Olivia's father betrayed his family, leaving them in ruin. Marrying Olivia is part of his calculated plan to bring the Steele family to their knees. But the more time he spends with Olivia, the harder it becomes to see her as the enemy. Her warmth and determination begin to crack the walls he's built around his heart. As secrets unravel, Olivia discovers the truth about Damien's motives, and their fragile bond is tested. Torn between love and loyalty, she must decide whether to fight for their marriage or walk away before Damien's thirst for revenge consumes them both. Will hatred destroy their chance at happiness, or can love redeem even the deepest wounds?
The scent of old mahogany and expensive cologne filled the air, a suffocating reminder of the world Olivia Steele had never wanted to be part of. She stood stiffly in her father's study, clutching the edges of her sweater as though it could shield her from the storm brewing in the room. Across from her, her father, Richard Steele, wore the expression she had come to dread: a mix of desperation and determination.
"Olivia, this is our only way out," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
Her eyes flicked to the man sitting in the leather chair opposite her father. Damien Caldwell. He was younger than she'd expected, perhaps in his early thirties. Sharp cheekbones, piercing blue eyes, and an aura of absolute control surrounded him like an invisible cloak. He didn't smile, didn't offer a single word of comfort. He simply watched her, like a predator waiting for its prey to falter.
"Marry him?" Olivia's voice cracked, disbelief coloring every syllable. "You can't be serious, Dad."
Richard's gaze dropped to his hands, which fidgeted with a pen.
"I've made mistakes, Olivia. Caldwell Industries is the only thing keeping us from bankruptcy. Damien has offered to settle our debts... if you agree to this marriage."
"And what does he get out of it?" she snapped, turning to face Damien directly. For the first time, she saw a flicker of something in his icy eyes-amusement, perhaps.
"What I want is none of your concern,"
Damien said smoothly. His voice was deep, authoritative, with an edge that sent a shiver down her spine.
"But rest assured, I always get what I'm owed."
The weight of his words hung heavy in the room. Olivia felt her chest tighten. How had it come to this? Just weeks ago, she had been living a simple life, working at the local art gallery and dreaming of a future far removed from her father's corporate world. Now, she was being thrust into a cold, calculated deal with a man who barely knew her name.
"I'm not a pawn in your business games," Olivia hissed, glaring at her father.
Richard's head shot up, his eyes glassy. "If there was another way, I'd take it! Do you think I'd sell my daughter's future if I wasn't desperate?"
The word sell struck Olivia like a physical blow. Her stomach churned. She looked back at Damien, who sat motionless, as though the heated argument unfolding before him were nothing more than a passing inconvenience.
"What do you say, Miss Steele?" Damien's voice cut through the tension.
"Do we have an agreement?"
Olivia's hands trembled. Her mind screamed at her to refuse, to walk out of the room and never look back. But then she thought of her mother, long gone, and her father, broken by years of failed ventures. Most of all, she thought of her little brother, Ethan, still in college and oblivious to the financial ruin threatening to tear their family apart.
Her throat tightened as she met Damien's gaze. There was no warmth there, only calculation. Yet she saw no alternative.
"Fine," she whispered. "I'll marry you."
For the first time, Damien's lips curved into a faint, chilling smile. "Excellent."
But as Olivia left the room, her mind buzzing with dread, she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself.
As Olivia stepped out of the study, Damien's voice stopped her cold. "Oh, and Miss Steele?" he called out. She turned slowly, her heart pounding. His smile widened, sharp and predatory.
"Don't think for a second that this is just a marriage. You've signed up for much more than that."
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After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
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.
Leanna's life had been full of hardships until her Uncle Nate, who wasn't related to her, offered her a home. She fell deeply in love with Nate, but as he was about to get married, he ruthlessly sent her abroad. In response, Leanna immersed herself in the study of andrology. When she came back, she was renowned for her work on solving problems like impotence, premature ejaculation, and infertility. One day, Nate trapped her in her bedroom. "Seeing various men every day, huh? Why don't you check me out and see if I have any problems?" Leanna laughed slyly and quickly unbuckled his belt. "Is that why you're engaged but not married? Having trouble in the bedroom?" "Wanna try it out for yourself?" "No thanks. I’m not interested in experimenting with you."
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!