Everyone says that CEO Anderson is a formidable figure in the Kingdom of Alssta, someone not to be trifled with. His name alone inspires fear, and those who see him instinctively bow and lower their heads. Some even claim that CEO Anderson's home is a den of dragons and tigers, filled with corpses and bones. Rumor has it that the young bride, who was married off in her sister's place, has already died... When they meet again, CEO Anderson flashes a menacing smile and takes out...
Third-Person POV:
On a stormy night filled with thunder and lightning, the wind howled violently.
Five cars sped down the highway, their tires slicing through puddles and leaving trails of water in their wake. The engines roared, their growls cutting through the sound of the heavy rain.
Inside the car in the center of the convoy, a blond-haired man sitting in the passenger seat leaned back, turning his head to observe the unconscious girl lying in the back seat.
The girl wore a wedding dress, the neckline revealing her fair neck and slender arms. Her hair fell loosely over her face, concealing her features. Even without seeing her face clearly, it was evident that her figure was stunning.
"Brother Hunter, is this the eldest daughter of the Bailey family?" the blond-haired man asked in a cheeky tone.
The man addressed as Hunter, who was driving the car, replied coldly, "Yes."
"Her figure's impressive, and her skin's so fair-her face probably isn't bad either. Too bad she's going to end up with our CEO Anderson," the blond-haired man lamented, shaking his head. Still, his eyes lingered lecherously on the girl.
"Ronan, keep those disgusting eyes of yours in check!" Hunter shot him a sharp glare. "If she survives tonight, she'll become CEO Anderson's wife-our sister-in-law. Watch your head if you cross the line."
Ronan scoffed dismissively.
Sister-in-law?
Wasn't she just a girl sent to please CEO Anderson?
Calling her a wife or sister-in-law was putting it nicely. In truth, she was just there to warm his bed. Whether she could even survive the night was still uncertain.
Everyone in Alchimie City knew that CEO Anderson was a ruthless and decisive man, feared for his brutal and cold-blooded methods. No one dared to provoke him.
Yet, despite his reputation, there were always people bold-or foolish-enough to send women his way. CEO Anderson had never held any regard for such "bed warmers." Many ended up either dead or crippled.
*Sister-in-law? Let her make it through tonight first before we start calling her that.*
"Mm..."
A faint groan came from the back seat. The girl stirred and slowly opened her eyes.
Those were bright, dark eyes, blinking in confusion.
"Where... am I?" she asked softly.
"Well, well, Miss Bailey, you're awake?" Ronan whistled playfully.
Then, as he finally got a good look at her face, he froze.
The girl sat up and brushed her hair back, revealing an exquisitely delicate face.
Her skin was as pale as jade, her lips a luscious red, alluring beyond reason. A small beauty mark beneath her right eye added a touch of irresistible charm.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, an almost aggressive kind of beauty that demanded attention. Even though her expression was dazed, it was enough to unsettle anyone's heart. The pristine white wedding dress she wore accentuated her perfect curves.
A beauty like this... truly a pity.
Rosy's POV:
As I sat in the car, my mind raced with questions. Where was I being taken? Who were these people? I narrowed my eyes at the men in the front seats and demanded, "Who are you? Where are you taking me?"
The man who seemed to be in charge turned slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Miss Bailey, we're with CEO Anderson. We're taking you to meet him now," he said, his tone laced with mockery.
My eyes widened, the air catching in my lungs. CEO Anderson? Fear rippled through me.
No one in Alchimie City didn't know about CEO Anderson-the man they called the Black-Faced Reaper. Rumors painted him as a ruthless tyrant, one who fed his enemies to the venomous snakes he bred in his mansion's backyard.
"You've got the wrong person," I said, clutching my hands tightly in my lap to steady their trembling. "I don't know your CEO Anderson."
This morning, my father had summoned me back to the Bailey family home from the countryside, a rare occurrence. After a quiet meal, I'd found myself ushered into this car without explanation.
"There's no mistake," the man named Ronan replied with a sneer. "Your father struck a deal to save the Bailey family's finances. He arranged a marriage between you, the eldest daughter, and our CEO."
Marriage? For financial reasons? The words hit me like a slap.
So this was why the Bailey family, who had ignored me for over a decade, suddenly showed interest in bringing me back. It wasn't affection-it was to trade me as a pawn in their schemes.
"Stop the car!" I shouted, trying to push the door open. "You've got the wrong person! I'm not the Bailey family's daughter! They tricked you! Let me out!"
But the doors wouldn't budge, and the windows were locked tight. I pounded on the glass, screaming, "Stop! Let me out! If you take me to him, CEO Anderson will blame you when he finds out the truth!"
"Shut up," Ronan snapped, his voice hardening. "Whether you're truly Miss Bailey or not, you're in CEO Anderson's car now. That makes you his. Stay quiet if you value your life. If you anger him... well, you'll find out firsthand what happens."
His words struck a chord of terror in me. I froze, clutching the hem of the wedding dress I'd been forced into. My silence was born not of compliance but of raw fear. These men, with their cold eyes and sharp suits, exuded danger.
The car came to a halt, and I was roughly escorted into a grand mansion. My heels echoed on the marble floors as I was brought to a vast, oppressively silent living room. I felt my heartbeat quicken, my palms clammy against the fabric of my dress.
Then, I saw him.
CEO Anderson stood at the far end of the room, his tall frame radiating a chilling aura. His dark eyes locked onto mine, devoid of warmth, cold as death itself. My knees threatened to buckle, but I forced myself to remain upright.
"CEO Anderson," Ronan announced, breaking the heavy silence. "This is Miss Bailey."
I wanted to protest, to tell him I wasn't the Bailey family's eldest daughter, but the words died in my throat under the weight of his gaze. He studied me as if assessing my worth-or deciding my fate.
Finally, he spoke, his deep voice resonating through the room. "Come here." He motioned with a single, commanding finger.
Every instinct screamed at me to run, but my legs moved on their own, carrying me forward into the lion's den.
Otis and Mei had known each other since college but broke up before graduating. Both of them ran off to places thousands of miles apart, thinking they would never cross paths again. Yet, fate had other plans, and they ended up becoming roommates. The moment Otis pushed the door open and saw Mei sitting on the sofa, he froze. "You look like my ex-girlfriend." Mei immediately jumped up, stomping her foot in frustration. "I am your ex-girlfriend!!!"
1. Ophelia always believed she would be with Finnian. At the age of eight, they became step-siblings and faced the hardest times of their lives together. Finnian once promised, "Ophelia, wait for me to succeed, and I will marry you." But on her birthday, he publicly announced his relationship with the famous actress, Eamon. 2. The man she had waited for all these years found someone new, while her family's business teetered on the edge of bankruptcy. Ophelia stood amidst the storm-not only were there those waiting to see her fail, but others with malicious intentions biding their time to strike. But what everyone expected didn't happen. Instead of succumbing to despair, Ophelia stunned everyone by organizing a grand wedding that shook Selista. The Radcliffe family, the most prestigious family in Dolasiats, hosted an extravagant wedding in Selista for their beloved daughter-in-law and sole heir, Logan. In an instant, Selista became the gathering spot for more than half of Dolasiats' elites. No one could figure out which lady from Selista had such incredible fortune. When Ophelia appeared in a pristine, dazzling white wedding gown that captivated every gaze, the entire audience was stunned. Finnian, attending the wedding, dropped the wine glass he was holding. It shattered to pieces on the ground. 3. Ophelia knew full well that this marriage was not stable; it was merely a transaction of benefits and could end with each going their separate ways. But Logan had given her so much. After registering their marriage, she gradually made concessions, fulfilling his every demand. From moving in under the same roof, to sharing the same bedroom, and then... Each night, he was possessive, indulgent. She could no longer endure it. Her eyes turned red, and she trembled as she protested, "Can you restrain yourself a little?" The man leaned down, kissed her damp hair, and in a husky voice coaxed her gently at her ear, "Be good and call me husband*."
At her own engagement party, she was betrayed by her best friend, making her a laughingstock in front of everyone. With no other choice, and being a person with pride, she couldn't just walk away humiliated. So, she impulsively grabbed someone to salvage the situation. Unexpectedly, the man she happened to pull was none other than the cold and fearsome CEO of RS, someone everyone dreads to cross paths with. But she wasn't the innocent, defenseless white lotus people saw on the surface. Just wait and see-who would prove to be stronger!
Once, there was a kind-hearted young girl who saved the life of a little beggar boy. Amid hunger, bitter cold, and the overwhelming sense of despair, the girl drove away a pack of stray dogs that threatened the boy and gave him a box of chocolates she loved dearly. This simple act planted a seed that would blossom sixteen years later. The boy, now grown, returned to find the girl who had once saved him, silently protecting her in the guise of a naive, seemingly useless husband.
Calista Whitaker and Dorian Blackwood were childhood sweethearts, engaged for a long time. But just when the crucial moment approached, an unexpected twist occurred- On the day of the engagement, Dorian's affair was unexpectedly exposed. While the marriage alliance between the two families hung in the balance, a weary yet striking man appeared, his gaze both proud and leisurely, skimming over their clasped hands. Alpha Zephyr introduced him flamboyantly as another son of his. Despite his youth, he had already taken control early on and now held the lifeblood of the Blue Moon pack in his hands. As Dorian scrambled for an opportunity to explain, news of the broken engagement spread across the city, yet no one knew that Eamon Blackwood had secretly arranged a meeting with Calista. The man casually tossed her a tempting proposition: "Miss Whitaker, would you mind if the groom were to change?" -Would you like to turn this half-baked victory into a guaranteed triumph and become my accomplice?
Michael William was praised by everyone as the most powerful Lycan King. However, with his extraordinary appearance and talents, he could not avoid the sympathy and suspicion from others. He was not only adept at ruling but also possessed a cold, ruthless, and cruel nature when necessary. Due to a misunderstanding, he once decided to kidnap Zoey Anderson, a weak and delicate maiden in the palace. Although she always tried to escape from his grasp and endured torture, her life became more tragic than ever under such a cruel ruler. But despite the suffering and abuse, there was something strange-why did her presence touch the heart of anyone, even just a little, causing them pain? While the falling petals had meaning, the compassionate heart of a powerful king was shattered by her. So, could his heart ever be mended after all of this?
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid." "Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite. But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!" ************************************ Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself. As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend - Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had. Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless as all her credit cards are blocked by her husband. She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed - Jared Johnson. Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her. It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else. But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation. She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins. Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...
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.
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."