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Leonhart Aldric never imagined his life would become entangled in the obsessive desires of a wealthy heiress. He lived a simple life, working as a private chauffeur for Vivienne Everleigh, the only daughter of a powerful business tycoon. The job wasn't his choice-it was a legacy left by his father, who had served the Everleigh family until his last breath. Out of respect for his late father, Leonhart stepped into his place. But working for the Everleighs was far from easy. Especially because of Vivienne-a spoiled, stubborn girl who was utterly fixated on him. Obsessed, relentless, and completely unwilling to accept rejection, Vivienne did everything in her power to get his attention. Leonhart, however, never saw Vivienne as anything more than a pampered girl who knew nothing of the real world. He rejected every advance and ignored every flirtation with his usual cold demeanor. But the more he pulled away, the more determined Vivienne became. When Leonhart started getting close to another woman, jealousy consumed Vivienne. She couldn't accept the thought of the man she wanted falling into someone else's arms. And so, she devised a plan-using her wealth and influence to destroy any woman who dared get close to Leonhart. But beneath all her reckless actions, there was one fear she refused to acknowledge-the fear of losing Leonhart forever. And Leonhart? Would he survive in Vivienne's obsessive world, or would he walk away before it was too late?
Leonhart Aldric had never imagined that his life would lead him down a path filled with obsession, manipulation, and unwanted affection. He had always lived a simple life, far from the lavish wealth that others took for granted. Born to humble beginnings, Leonhart worked hard, finding solace in his straightforward, no-frills existence. Yet, his life was forever changed the moment he took on the role of chauffeur for the Everleigh family.
The position hadn't been his choice. It was more of a duty, a legacy passed down from his late father, who had worked as the Everleigh family's loyal chauffeur for decades. His father had served them with unwavering dedication, but tragically, he passed away far too young at the age of fifty. After his father's death, Leonhart had no choice but to step in and take on the job, not because he was particularly fond of it, but out of a deep sense of responsibility.
Vivienne Everleigh, the only daughter of the Everleigh tycoon, was everything Leonhart had never desired. She was beautiful, yes, but she was also spoiled, arrogant, and completely used to getting whatever she wanted. Her life had been a whirlwind of privilege, but Leonhart was determined not to become another pawn in her glamorous game. To him, she was just another spoiled rich girl who thought she could buy anything with her family's money.
From the very first day, Vivienne made her intentions clear. She was infatuated with him. To her, Leonhart's striking good looks were enough to draw her attention. His quiet confidence, his calm demeanor, and his refusal to indulge her every whim only seemed to draw her in further. She began to find every excuse to be near him, constantly seeking his attention, hoping for a sign that perhaps, despite his stoic exterior, he might return her feelings.
But Leonhart was determined to remain indifferent. He wasn't interested in the rich world Vivienne inhabited, nor was he interested in the girl herself. In fact, he actively avoided her, refusing to indulge in the games she played. His duty was clear-he was there to drive her and serve the family, nothing more. Yet, Vivienne would not let him go so easily.
Her advances only grew bolder. She would stand too close, offer playful remarks, and even make overt attempts to win his favor. Each time she did, Leonhart remained unfazed, his eyes cold and his actions deliberate. He never let his guard down.
Still, Vivienne couldn't understand why he wouldn't simply give in. She had always gotten what she wanted before, and she couldn't bear the thought of this mysterious man ignoring her. It was as though her world was suddenly out of balance, and she was desperate to restore it.
As weeks passed, Vivienne's obsession grew. She began seeking out other women who had crossed paths with Leonhart, questioning them, trying to find out if he had ever shown any interest in them. Jealousy twisted inside her heart, and she found herself growing more and more frustrated with each passing day. She could no longer tolerate the idea that someone else might catch his attention.
Vivienne's obsession soon turned into an all-consuming need to control. She began to use her family's wealth and influence to push away anyone she saw as a threat. She didn't care who they were-friends, acquaintances, women who barely knew Leonhart-Vivienne sought to ruin them all. She wanted him, and she wouldn't stop until he was hers.
But in all of this, Vivienne's vulnerability showed. Beneath the anger and jealousy, there was a fear, a deep, gnawing fear that she couldn't control. She feared losing him-not just to another woman, but to the world he came from, a world that was so different from hers. The thought that Leonhart might one day walk away from her without a second thought tormented her.
For Leonhart, the situation was becoming increasingly unbearable. His job had always been simple, straightforward, but Vivienne's relentless pursuit was wearing him down. The lines between duty and desire were beginning to blur, and he found himself questioning just how much longer he could keep his distance. He had already rejected every single one of Vivienne's advances, but something inside him was starting to stir. Was he truly immune to her charms, or was he simply too proud to admit the complicated emotions rising within him?
The question lingered in his mind, unanswered, as he continued to drive Vivienne from one event to another, his heart heavy with the weight of the unspoken tension between them.
And so, the game continued-one of obsession, power, and the haunting realization that nothing would ever be the same again.
On the day Nadine was supposed to marry the man she loved, her life changed in an instant. Just before the ceremony began, a black car stopped in front of the church, and a group of armed men kidnapped her without explanation. The man behind the abduction was Rafael Montgomery Sinclair-a ruthless underworld king who ruled the city with an iron grip. Not only did he possess wealth and power, but he also had the freedom to do whatever he pleased, untouched by the law. "I don't care who you were supposed to marry. From this moment on, you're mine," Rafael declared coldly, his eyes filled with possession. Forced into a marriage with a man she'd never met, Nadine found herself trapped in a terrifying reality. Her hatred for Rafael grew, but the more she got to know him, the more she realized he carried secrets darker than she could have ever imagined. Yet, amidst it all, one question haunted her-why did Rafael want her? Was this just about power, or was there a hidden reason she had yet to uncover?
Stuck in her final semester with no clear way out, Serena is desperate. Elian Carter, her rigid and unyielding thesis advisor, has refused to approve her research for two consecutive semesters without any explanation. She's running out of time-her mother is sick, debts are piling up, and her family back home is pressuring her to marry a man she barely knows. In her desperation, Serena takes a path she never imagined: offering herself exclusively to wealthy men for quick money. But fate plays a cruel trick on her. Her first client turns out to be the very man she despises the most-Elian Carter himself. Instead of disgust or anger, Elian is intrigued. But not in the way Serena expects. He makes her a different kind of offer-not just money, but something far more dangerous: a nameless, commitment-free, boundaryless relationship. Yet, the deeper Serena gets entangled in Elian's world, the more she realizes he harbors dark secrets. About his life, about the real reason he's been holding her back, and about a past sin that could destroy them both. Caught between hatred, dependence, and a desire that blurs all lines, Serena must decide: will she continue despising Elian, or will she surrender to the dark world he's pulling her into?
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
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!
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.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."