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Sienna, a young woman caught in a marriage of convenience, and Damien Blackwell, a powerful and ruthless CEO. Sienna's life takes an unexpected turn when she's thrust into the public eye as Damien's wife, a role that comes with its own set of challenges and scrutiny. Initially, she is nothing more than a pawn in Damien's strategic moves, but as their relationship deepens, she begins to question everything she thought she knew about him-and herself. Damien is driven by ambition and control, but beneath his cold exterior, he harbors a fierce protectiveness over Sienna, one that surprises even him. When the press targets her, calling her a "gold digger" and questioning her worth, Damien steps in, using his power to shield her-but not in the way anyone expects. A passionate kiss in front of the press and his enemies becomes a declaration: Sienna is his, and he's willing to fight anyone who dares to challenge that. As their relationship grows more complicated, Sienna struggles with her feelings for Damien. She is torn between anger at his controlling nature and the undeniable chemistry between them. Yet, with every challenge they face, they find themselves drawn deeper into a web of desire, secrets, and lies. In a world where appearances matter, their love becomes a battlefield-a test of trust, loyalty, and the price of power. Amid the media frenzy, internal power struggles, and the constant threat of enemies lurking in the shadows, Sienna and Damien must navigate their way through a world that sees them as nothing more than a business deal. But as they confront their own feelings and the reality of their marriage, they must decide if they can truly find happiness together-or if their love will become another casualty of their ambition.
I should have known that the day my life would change forever would start with a call from my assistant, Anna.
"Sienna, he wants to see you. Now," she said, her voice shaking just enough to make me suspicious. "In his office."
Damien Blackwell. The man who built this empire with his bare hands and without so much as a second thought for anyone who got in his way. The ruthless CEO of Blackwell Enterprises. The same man who managed to make the entire floor of the building feel like a pressure cooker when he walked in. I had never been summoned to his office before, and to be honest, I wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse.
I grabbed my notes, trying to steady my nerves as I walked toward the elevator, fighting the uneasy sensation in my gut. My heels clicked against the polished marble floor as I tried to imagine what this meeting could possibly be about. Had I messed up a project? Was he unhappy with my latest pitch? Or worse, was he about to fire me?
The elevator doors opened, and there it was-the intimidating and sleek top floor where Damien's office resided. His domain. His kingdom. The doors automatically slid open as I approached, and a faint scent of expensive cologne hit my nostrils. He was there, standing by the window, looking out over the city with his back turned to me. His broad shoulders, sharp suit, and confident posture all screamed power. It almost felt like he was untouchable.
"Close the door," he said, his deep voice commanding, as he didn't even bother to turn around.
I did as instructed, the click of the door echoing through the room. I stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say.
"Take a seat," he added, still not facing me. "We need to talk."
My mind raced, but my body moved on its own. I sat down, setting my notes on the table, trying to remain composed. It was impossible to ignore the way the tension in the room grew with every second that passed in silence. Damien wasn't known for wasting time.
Finally, he turned around. His dark eyes locked with mine, his expression unreadable. The man was a master of control, and in this moment, I felt like a mere pawn in his game.
"Sienna," he began, taking a slow step toward me. "I have a proposition for you."
A proposition? This was either going to be very good or very bad. My heart skipped a beat.
"I'm listening," I said, keeping my voice steady despite the growing anxiety in my chest.
He paused, his gaze unwavering. "Marry me."
I blinked, convinced I had misheard him. "What?"
He leaned against the desk, his eyes darkening with something I couldn't place. "You heard me. Marry me."
I stared at him, mouth dry. "Is this some kind of joke?"
"Do I look like someone who's in the habit of making jokes, Sienna?" He didn't smile-just waited, patiently, as if this was a perfectly normal conversation.
My mind was spinning, trying to make sense of this absurd request. The ruthless CEO, the man whose entire existence seemed built on manipulation and control, wanted me to marry him?
"Why me?" I asked, my voice shaking despite my best efforts to keep calm. "Why would you want to marry someone like me?"
Damien's lips twisted into something resembling a smirk, but there was no humor in it. "You're smart, driven, and more than capable. I need someone like you by my side. And you'll do it. Because if you don't... well, there are consequences, Sienna."
His words hung in the air, thick with menace. I knew the implications. The company was everything to him. Losing his position, his control, would be catastrophic. But to drag me into his web of power like this? The audacity was breathtaking.
"And if I refuse?" I asked, even though part of me already knew the answer.
He met my gaze, unblinking. "Then I make sure you lose everything. Your job, your career... your future here. You won't have a choice, Sienna. Not if you want to keep the life you've worked so hard for."
I swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing down on me. This wasn't just an offer; it was a threat. A threat masked as a marriage proposal. The only thing more chilling than his words was the fact that I was starting to believe he meant it.
I leaned back in my chair, my heart pounding in my chest. This was not how I had ever imagined my life going. Not with a man like Damien Blackwell.
But as I looked into his eyes, something shifted. Maybe it was the cold realization that I was trapped. Or maybe it was something else-a spark of something dangerous.
"I'll need time to think about it," I said, standing up slowly.
Damien didn't move. "You've got two days."
Two days. It wasn't enough to escape the web he was weaving around me. I had no choice but to comply-or face the consequences. My hands trembled as I made my way to the door.
As I opened it, I heard him speak one last time.
"You'll marry me, Sienna. Whether you like it or not."
I closed the door behind me, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. The world outside felt like it had suddenly shifted, and I was no longer in control.
I had just agreed to a deal with the devil.
The next twenty-four hours felt like an eternity. I barely slept, my mind a swirling mess of doubts, anger, and confusion. Every time I closed my eyes, Damien's cold, calculating gaze filled my thoughts. He wanted me to marry him. Not out of love, not out of desire, but because he needed something from me. Something I had no intention of giving.
And yet, here I was, considering his proposition.
I paced my apartment, the weight of the decision pressing down on me like a vice. I could walk away, refuse him, and risk everything I had built. My job. My career. Everything. Or I could agree to his twisted proposal, play along with his game, and protect what little I had left.
I ran a hand through my hair, frustration clawing at me. How had it come to this? I had worked so hard to get to where I was, to carve out a name for myself in a world dominated by men like Damien. I wasn't about to throw it all away because he decided to pull some power move. But... the thought of losing it all, of watching my brother's debt swallow us whole, was a fear I couldn't ignore.
I sat on the couch, picking up my phone, staring at the screen. I had half a mind to call Anna, ask her what she thought of all this, but I knew deep down, she wouldn't have the answers. She might've worked here for years, but she had no idea what it was like to be in my shoes. To be threatened by a man like Damien Blackwell.
My phone buzzed in my hand, snapping me from my thoughts. A message from my brother.
"Sienna, I need you. Please don't do anything reckless. We can fix this. I promise."
My stomach twisted. My brother's gambling debts were no secret, and with the shady figures he owed, there was no way out without a miracle. Maybe Damien's offer wasn't just a threat-it was my ticket to saving him. But at what cost?
I stood up, unable to sit still any longer. I needed air. I grabbed my coat and headed out, not even bothering to change out of my work clothes. The cool evening air hit me like a slap in the face as I stepped outside, my thoughts still in turmoil.
I walked aimlessly, through the city streets that never seemed to slow down. The lights of the skyscrapers above me reflected the chaos inside my mind. Each step felt like a step further into the unknown, and every corner I turned led me right back to Damien.
I had always prided myself on my independence. On making my own choices. But now, I was being cornered. My options were few, and the more I thought about it, the more the marriage proposal started to seem less like a trap and more like a lifeline.
I stopped in front of a café, my eyes catching a glimpse of the city skyline. The lights twinkled, offering a brief moment of peace. It was easy to forget that Damien Blackwell was a man of secrets, of shadows, a man who thrived on control. It was easy to forget that agreeing to this marriage meant stepping into his world, where there would be no room for mistakes, no room for softness. Where I would never be more than a pawn in his game.
But then, what was the alternative?
I pulled my phone out again, staring at the time. I had less than twenty-four hours to make a decision that would change the course of my life. My fingers hovered over the screen, almost trembling. I couldn't put this off any longer.
I took a deep breath and dialed his number. The phone rang once. Twice.
Finally, his voice, low and steady, answered on the third ring.
"Sienna," he said, like he knew it was me even before I spoke.
I swallowed hard. "I've thought about your offer."
A pause. The silence between us felt thick, as if he was savoring the moment, knowing he held all the cards.
"I'm listening," he said, his tone unreadable.
"I'll do it," I heard myself say before I could stop the words. "I'll marry you."
There was no celebration. No words of gratitude. Just the cold satisfaction in his voice as he replied, "Good. We'll finalize the details tomorrow. I'll have my lawyer reach out to you."
And just like that, my fate was sealed.
I hung up, staring at the screen as if I could somehow undo what had just happened. But there was no going back now.
I didn't know if this was the right decision or the worst mistake of my life. But one thing was certain-I had just made a deal with the devil, and I wasn't sure I was ready for the consequences.
When struggling college student Emma accepts a high-paying babysitting job, she never imagines stepping into the lavish but intimidating mansion of Leonardo "Leo" De Luca-the infamous and merciless mafia kingpin. Her charge? His 8-month-old son, Alessandro, a wide-eyed, chubby-cheeked baby whose giggles could melt even the coldest hearts. But Leo's world is far from safe. With enemies lurking in the shadows and his empire hanging by a thread, his life is a battlefield. At first, Emma's only concern is Alessandro's care-navigating sleepless nights, endless feedings, and the little boy's growing attachment to her. Yet, as she finds herself drawn to the vulnerable side of the ruthless mafia boss, she begins to see the man beneath the title. However, danger is never far away. As Emma becomes a beacon of light in Leo's dark world, threats close in on his family. Now, Emma must make a choice: walk away to protect herself or fight for the man and the child who've unexpectedly claimed her heart.
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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. .
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!"
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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.