"You are to be my wife before dawn" Vincenzo Koslov tells me, his eyes fixed on mine. "No. I will never get married to you." I say determined, my eyes throwing daggers at him. "Well then suit yourself little one, I'm sure this gentlemen here, will have a fine time devouring your soft and milky flesh the moment I walk out of that door." The cold-hearted man tells me. Seraphina Sanchez finds herself thrown into an auction room by her own uncle's goons after the death of her father. Her fate had already been tied to Vincenzo Koslov but her greedy uncle insists on getting his own daughter married to the most powerful and wealthy mafia King instead. What happens when Seraphina has to choose between her safety or her stubbornness and pride. Will she choose a less miserable fate or allow herself to be sold off to a much more horrible stranger.
"Dante Sanchez was a man of honor and grace and may his soul continue to rest in peace." The voice of Uncle Romero speaks loudly over my mother's loud sniffling.
"May his soul rest in peace." All the followers of my father gathered together say in chorus.
"How could he leave me at a time like this." My mother sobs and I almost roll my eyes at her, we all knew my father was nothing but a nightmare, the pretense was beginning to tire me out.
It doesn't take long before all the guests and families present for the last memory of my father disperses.
"It is time Seraphina." My mother whispers and I know what she meant but I feign ignorance.
"I don't want you to go." My cousin Tiana whispers beside me and it was beginning to feel like we were about to host another funeral.
"Seraphina, come here" Uncle Romero calls from the dinner table.
"It's almost time for you to leave." I have been hearing this all day. "But- you don't have to leave if you don't want to." Uncle Romero says and my eyes widen at his words.
"Are you being serious?" I ask him my excitement bubbling underneath.
"Yes, you do not have to get married if you do not want to." Uncle Romero says.
"But Dant-" my mother goes to interrupt my happiness.
"I know what my brother said, Diane, but he's no longer here is he? I will no longer sit and tolerate watching my niece being handed over to that brute." My uncle strongly says, I never knew he cared this much about me.
"Seraphina do you want to get married to him?" Uncle Romero asks and I'm quiet for a second, afraid this might be some sort of trap but I nod timidly anyway.
"No, Uncle." I tell him.
"Then it's decided. You will leave for England immediately, your mother and sister will join you soon, I'll take care of things down here for a while until everything cools off." Uncle Romero says and I watch him with tears in my eyes, my head turning towards my mother.
"Go on, go pack up." Uncle Romero says softly nudging my hand and I did not need to be told twice.
In less than thirty minutes, I already had my luggages packed up with a big smile on my face, the heavy cloud of being forcefully married to some strange horrible man has been lifted.
"Seraphina, are you sure about this?" My mother asks in fear from my doorway.
"Yes mother, I am. Do you not want to see me happy? Living a different life from what we have been forced to?" I ask her softly, moving to hold her hands.
"Yes dear, of course I do, but your uncle-" My mother says, swallowing hard.
"My uncle is only trying to help." I say interrupting her and she sighs.
"Take care of yourself and keep your phone with you at all times." My mother says in defeat with a small smile on her face.
"Thank you mama." I whisper and after saying my goodbyes to my cousin and uncle, I'm off to the airport with the family's guards.
Thirty minutes of unimaginable joy in my head, I look up front and I'm confused for a second.
"Jason?" I call out to one of the guards.
"Yes ma'am?.
"This is not the way to the airport." I tell him and he looks towards his partner before nodding at my question.
"I'm sorry ma'am, Boss asked us to pick something up from the club before leaving." Jason explains but something still feels off.
"This is not the way of the club either." I say, my eyes watching his.
"Yes ma'am, we are headed to the club of a mutual friend to your uncle." Jason says and I relax and go back to being cozy.
In my world, you needed to be alert at all times and I wasn't alert enough.
"Is she the girl?" A slutty woman in pink asks from the entrance of the club and Jason, my personal guard nods.
"Jason we have been driving for hours to get here, when do we get to the airport?" I ask him impatiently, turning away from the woman.
"Take her inside." I hear the woman say and my brows crease.
It is not until two bulky men move closer to me that I realize she has been speaking about me the whole time.
"Jason what's going on?" I ask beginning to panic.
"Jason?" I call when he doesn't bother to give me an answer.
"Jason what is going on? Ask them to let go of me." I beg, desperate to leave.
"I'm sorry ma'am, direct orders from your uncle, you are to remain here, this is your new home now." Jason says with a smirk and I watch him collect bundles of cash from the woman before leaving.
"Jason please, what do you mean?" I scream out in fear as the men grab me.
"No, no, no, tell my uncle I'll be good, just please let me out." I plead but the men ignore me, dragging me inside, throwing me onto the rough floor of a tiny room.
"Shut your mouth." One of the men yells violently at my screaming and crying.
"I'm so sorry, please let me out." I cry, beyond scared but they all ignore me, locking me up and walking out of the room.
Why would Uncle Romero do something like this to me? I have no idea how long I've been here for days, weeks? I lost track of time at some point in between losing my mind.
"Have her dressed up, the auction will begin soon, she is to be our first piece." I hear a voice say from outside.
Two young girls barge into the room, dragging me up from the floor.
"Come on girlie, we don't have enough time." The first lady says.
"Get changed Into this." The girl says throwing a dress into my face, if I could even call the material that.
"No, I will not." I tell her after clearing my sour throat, my mind fixed.
"You either get it on yourself or I will have the men do it for you." The lady threatens and I gasp.
"Do you have any idea who you are speaking to?" I glare at the lady and she laughs in my face.
"Oh you poor little thing, of course we all know who you are, your own uncle is about to sell you off to one of those terrific men out there, lucky you." The lady mocks and I try to hold back the tears threatening to fall.
"Come on, get dressed dear, save up all that energy for later, you'll surely need it." The other lady softly says and the first lady giggles and I wonder what that was about.
Once I'm changed into the uncomfortable, see through dress, I'm escorted through the club and into an underground den.
I jump in shock at the sudden loud whistling and yelling of multiple men from inside a room.
I get dragged into a dark room and I swallow in fear.
What is going to happen to me?
"Gentlemen and Ladies, welcome to today's auction show." The voice of a man shouts and more loud whistling and laughter follow and more fear grips me but I can neither see or do nothing.
"You are about to be introduced to the greatest piece you can possibly find this entire month, Welcome the alluring Seraphina, a magnificent and endowed beauty, she is a very, very naughty virgin girl." The voice says with a chuckle and my heart stammers with every one of his words.
I was about to be sold?
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.
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."
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
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.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."