Valentina Romero's only goal was survival - until she unleashed the wrath of a mafia king. Now a prisoner in Matteo Russo's dangerous world, this defiant beauty must decide: submit to his demands or fight for her freedom at all costs. But when she uncovers the scars beneath Matteo's hard exterior, Valentina realizes her heart may be the price of his revenge...and her own salvation. Caught between love and duty, Matteo faces an impossible choice when a shocking betrayal threatens them both. In a world where power is everything, can love prevail? Or will Valentina become one more casualty of Matteo's dark obsession?
Valentina's Pov
"Beautiful, dangerous, innocent. That's exactly what I want." His tone lowered like stone dipped in water. His voice wrapped around me like a cloak.
He wrapped a hand around my neck before yanking me closer to him. His hot breath sent thrills through my body.
His grip got tighter as the string I was wearing was doing very little to cover me up.
My chest heaved and I knew he liked it.
"She's one of our best strippers boss. You can have her for as long as you want. My hand tried to release the grip he had on his neck.
He looked down, with a very dangerous smirk on his face. I shrunk under his gaze.
"I...I have to perform soon. I'm...I'm next..." I stuttered while he leaned in closer.
"Oh no sweetheart, you're serving me tonight." I yelped when he lifted me so I was hung over his shoulder.
"Mr Russo." I struggled against him. "Please let me go. If you don't I might lose my job." I complained. I heard a loud smack that stilled me. "You just..."
"Behave." He warned. Then we entered a room with him staring at me with hungry eyes.
"Mr. Russo, I signed a no sexual agreement. I believe it's against the rules to sleep with me." I said, but he took both my hands and placed them above my head before he leaned in closer.
"And your father, signed a marriage contract for you." He said causing my eyes t widen.
"He would never." I growled.
"Don't you dare growl at me." His tone lowered to a forboding one. "If you want to know the truth, you can ask him."
"How do you know my father?" I asked while he chuckled, the sound of it so pleasing to me.
He caressed my thighs. "I know so many things about you." He leaned closer before whispering. "Valentina Alexia Baldini, daughter of Giovanni Ricco Baldini, age nineteen, school attendance history, drop out. Your father knows you're a stripper and wants you married so you can stop."
"Are you stalking me?" I asked with annoyance.
"I'll advise you don't give me that look. I'm not a very kind man sweetheart." I said.
"Tell my father that he can fuck off with the stupid contract. I never asked for marriage!" I screamed.
He chuckled humorlessly. "You speak as though he don't know the type of world you live in." His grip on my hand tightened. "And I'm getting impatient here." He said and while I wanted to break away from him, I realized that was a terrible idea because I had a terrible pain shoot up my arm."
"Fuck." I cussed out of pain.
"Look at me." He stated but I was too occupied with getting away from him. Then he pressed me against the bed so I could feel every inch of him. My eyes widened. "Your escape plan is making it worse." He growled out obviously struggling to old himself.
"Please... please let me go." I said,hoping my features looked pleading enough. His eyes lingered on mine for a moment to long , before he straightened.
"Strip." He said causing my eyes to widen.
"What?"
"Don't make me repeat myself." He growled.
I was barely clothed already but I was hesitant. I was usually so confident in front of men but today I felt different.
"I won't hesitate to do it for you." He stated impatiently. Hesitantly, I took of my g-string, before taking off the strings attached to my chest. It barely covered it anyway.
He closed the gap between us, before gripping my ass and giving it a squeeze. He looked down at me while making sure I felt his manhood.
My cheeks flushed as heat crept to my face.
"For someone who's a stripper, you don't seem to have had a lot of experiences with men." He said before leaning down and whispering. "I like that, cause you're my whore."
"I don't belong to you." I blurted trying to shield my fear. "I belong to know one." He gripped my neck.
"Let me tell you this so you can keep it in your stubborn head. I own this place, just as much as I own every single woman working under me." He stated.
"W...why did you not go for another woman? Why me?" I stuttered.
"You see Sabrina," He moved closer to me, causing me to lean backwards. "I know what I want, and I go, for what I want." His
My chest heaved, causing his eyes to lower. He smirked when he noticed how affected I was.
He traced his thumb down my face, his piercing eyes boring into mine like they were boring into my soul.
"Didn't you act like you didn't want me seconds ago? Care to explain why you're so responsive then?" He said.
"You aren't helping so much either." I retorted and saw his lip twirl upwards.
"Smart mouth there I see." He stated.
He was doing too much, teasing me this way.
"Still won't say anything?" He questioned.
"Mr. Russo." I
"So now you know my name." His voice sent thrills down my spine. It was so heavy and smooth.
"Mr. Russo you're not even supposed to be here. This is wrong."
"As wrong as your boyfriend cheating with your step sister?"
My eyes widened.
"What do you mean by..."
"Shh, don't act like you're all that innocent, you're a stripper." He reminded me, as he stroked me with his fingers. My jaw dropped out of pleasure.
"I've never given myself out to any man and he knows that." I managed to say even though I was still contemplating his statement. How true was what he said?
He cocked a brow at me.
"What do you call a woman, at the mercy of another man who wishes to take her right here right now?" He asked causing me to worry. "No joke she's so responsive."
"You don't have to be so blunt." I said, trying to pull away, but with his stronger strength, he pinned me down and made me look at him in the eyes.
They were striking blue, and dark. One could tell there were so many mysteries clouded in those eyes.
"Why are you feeling guilty?" His question that really made my heart skip.
"I don't feel guilty, I just don't believe he would do such a thing." I said.
"It's pointless talking about it then." He leaned closer before kissing me right above my cheekbone.
"Wha...what are you doing?" I asked, breathless. Then threw my head back as his eyes darknened, staring into my eyes.
"You're innocent." He smirked and before I could speak.
"Oh my gosh, we just met." I said unable to believe his bluntness.
"I've known you for eleven years sweetheart." He said. "So you're not so new to me.
Eleven years? That was pretty creepy, but why wasn't I scared?
"You're stalking me?"
"Your boyfriend never care that much about you?" His question made me gasp.
"He...he..." I stuttered.
"I see. You've made your point."
"I swear he's not a bad person. He makes me laugh and smile."
His eyes narrowed at me. "So why can't I see it in your eyes? If he makes you happy, why are you still a stripper?"
"That's none of your business." I said, trying to push me off him but he wouldn't budge.
I kept squirming uncomfortably. My brows scrunched.
"You look so cute in this position." He said while I glared at him. He chuckled. "I have a proposition for you."
"What's that?"
"I don't know. Depends on how willing you are."
Emma Hayes thought she was living the perfect life. Married to billionaire Lucas Blackwell, she had everything a woman could want until it all came crashing down. Betrayed and blindsided, Emma watched as her world came crumbling down, ending in a bitter divorce. Lucas moved on faster, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. Five years have passed, and Emma has pieced her life back together stronger and more self-sufficient than ever. Then the walls come tumbling down when Lucas returns in his quest to have her back. All the old hurts gush wide open. He insists he has changed, but Emma has neither forgiven nor forgotten. With the old scores burning her up, she wants payback. She wants him to feel what she felt. However, as Lucas fights for her, Emma finds herself torn between the man who destroyed her and a passion that will not be denied. Can Emma trust Lucas again? Love, revenge, or redemption - what will she choose?
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Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.