"I need you to stay here, spy on Leonardo. Feed me information on his every move." "A spy?" I repeated. "Yes," he said. "We'll use your proximity to our advantage. You'll be my eyes and ears inside the estate." "Agreed." Genna, a vulnerable witness to her brother's brutal murder, is sold into slavery to the notorious Sorrento family-the same clan that killed her brother. Their lives become inexorably linked when Genna meets Leonardo Sorrento, the family's enigmatic Mafia Lord. However, Marco, Leonardo's vicious twin brother, manipulates Genna and ensnares her in a web of deceit. Torn between revenge and love, Genna must face the dark legacy of the Sorrento family and her own destiny. As she makes her way through this dangerous terrain, her love for Leonardo ignites a passion that threatens to consume them. But will their love withstand the secrets, lies, and the mafia's deadly grasp, or will Genna's quest for justice and redemption tear them apart? Will the memories of Genna's past destroy their chance for happiness, or will their love serve as a ray of hope in the shadows?
Genna's POV
I sat alone in our dimly lit living room, unable to shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Clinton, my brother, rushed in.
"Clinton, what's wrong?" I asked, alarm creeping into my voice.
He didn't answer. Instead, he glanced around the room, ensuring we were alone.
"Genna, come with me, quick!" he whispered urgently, striding toward me. "We have to hide."
My heart skipped a beat. Clinton's tone sent shivers down my spine.
"What's happening? Tell me!" I demanded, rising from my chair.
Clinton's face twisted in a mixture of fear and determination.
"Shh, just trust me," he said, grasping my arm. "We don't have much time."
He dragged me toward the wardrobe.
"Hide, Genna. Don't come out, no matter what," he instructed, his voice low and serious.
"Promise me," he urged.
I nodded, my heart racing.
"I promise," I whispered.
Clinton slammed the wardrobe door shut, enveloping me in darkness.
The front door gust open and I heard hurried footsteps.
I covered my mouth, suppressing a scream.
I peeked through a small gap in the wardrobe and masked men surrounded Clinton, beating him up. He fought back, landing punches and kicks, but they were too many.
A figure stood apart, watching the chaos. From my view, it was a huge man but I couldn't see his face. His voice rang out, cold and detached.
"Take him down," he commanded.
Clinton's struggles grew weaker. He was outnumbered and soon, the men pinned him to the floor.
"Stop! Please stop!" I silently screamed as tears streamed down my face.
The man stepped forward,
"Where is she?" he demanded.
Clinton's response was muffled,
"I have no idea."
His response was followed by blows and he fell weakly, coughing out blood.
"For the last time, where is your sister?" the man asked again.
"I'd rather die than tell you." Clinton said.
These men are searching for me. What do they want from me? From us?
"Finish him."
The man signaled, and a fist hit Clinton's jaw. His head snapped back, and he went limp on the floor.
A gunshot echoed through the room and Clinton lay in the pool of his own blood.
I stumbled backward, my scream trapped in my throat.
The men left, leaving Clinton's lifeless body behind. With shaking hands, I pushed the wardrobe door open and stumbled out.
"Clinton..." I whimpered,
Clinton's body lay motionless on the floor, his eyes open, staring at me.
"No, no, no..." I sobbed, collapsing beside him.
Tears streamed down my face as I cradled his head in my lap.
Clinton's bloody hand still clutched a piece of paper. Unfolding it, it read:
"Run, Genna. They're coming for you."
Clinton was my older brother and the only sibling I have. Our parents died a long time ago and I have little or no memories of them except for my mother's necklace which I have never parted with.
We have been living with my aunt, Francesca, ever since.
I sprang up, Clinton's note clutched in my trembling hand. Some bad people are looking for me, I can't let them kill me just like my brother.
My heart racing, I rushed to the closet and yanked out a small bag. With shaky hands, I fumbled through the drawer and stuffed few clothes into the bag. I didn't know where I was going, but I had to get out.
As I zipped the bag, the sound of footsteps echoed outside the door. Heavy, deliberate steps.
My heart sank.
The door burst open, and three hefty men came in. I froze, my bag slipping from my grasp.
"Genna," another man growled, his voice dripping with malice. "You're coming with us."
My heart was beating furiously. I backed away, my eyes darting around the room for an escape.
"Try to run, and you'll regret it," the third man snarled, blocking my path.
I was trapped.
One of them grabbed my arm, spinning me around.
"Let me go!" I struggled, kicking and punching.
The man's grip tightened.
I stomped on his foot, and he grunted, loosening his hold.
I sprinted toward the door, but before I could escape, a firm hand grasped my shoulder, spinning me around.
"Aunt Francesca?" I stared at my aunt, shock etched on my face.
Her expression was cold, calculating and her gaze was piercing.
I struggled, but she held tight, dragging me back to the men.
"No, Aunt Francesca! What are you doing?" I pleaded.
The men's faces split into cruel smiles.
"Good job, Francesca," one of them said, handing her a bulky bag.
"Ten thousand dollars, as agreed," another man added.
Francesca's eyes gleamed as she took the bag, weighing it in her hand.
"Say hello to Mr. Sorrento. It was nice doing business with him." She said to the men.
"You're...you're selling me? Why? I'm your niece for fuck sake!" I stuttered, horror creeping over me.
Francesca's gaze met mine, devoid of remorse, a cold smile on her lips.
"You're a burden, Genna. You and your brother."
Tears streamed down my face as I glanced at my brother's corpse.
"Enough drama, Genna. You're going with them now."
How could my own aunt betray me like this?
I was dragged out of the room. The men's strong, grasping hands held me firm, their laughter echoing through the hallway.
One of them gagged my mouth, and I was slung over a broad shoulder. I kicked and struggled, but they just laughed.
We left the house behind, venturing into the dark woods.
As we went deeper into the woods, I kicked the groin of the man carrying me, sending him stumbling. With a firm resolve, I broke free, sprinting ahead.
"Hey!" one of them shouted.
Branches snapped beneath my bare feet but I didn't dare look back. I endured the pains and kept running.
Suddenly, the trees parted, revealing a cliff's edge. The moonlit water below stretched out before me.
I halted, the men closing in.
"You're going nowhere, Genna." One of the men sneered.
I have reached the dead end but I'd rather die than go with these men. Left with no choice, I turned around and jumped into the lake.
Diving into the dark water, it rushed up to meet me. The cold water made me squirm but I had to remain underwater so that the men would think that I drowned.
I held my breath inside, waiting for them to give up and leave.
Seconds ticked by.
Soon, their shouts grew fainter and their footsteps receded.
I remained submerged but my lungs were burning.
Finally, I heard the distant sound of cars driving away.
With a burst of energy, I kicked upward.
I gasped, air rushing into my lungs. Sweet relief.
Exhausted, I clung to a nearby rock. My clothes clung to me, heavy with water. I took a deep breath and decided to keep running once more.
I pushed myself up and began to run through the woods towards the road.
Branches whipped my face and thorns scratched my legs. But I kept running.
Suddenly, headlights illuminated the trees ahead signifying the road.
I burst through the underbrush onto the road. A car hurtled toward me. I tried to move, but my body refused.
I fell, weakly, onto the ground. My vision was blurry as I felt my strength leave me.
A figure emerged from the car, clad in black.
He strided towards me, bending down.
I struggled to focus. Tears streamed down my face as I clutched his arm.
"Please..." I whispered.
The man's face drew closer, my eyes locking into his.
"Save me..." I pleaded.
The man's expression softened.
I felt his arms wrap around me, lifting me.
My head rested against his chest.
"Please save me..." I whispered again before my voice faded and my vision blurred.
Everything went blank.
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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. .
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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.
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?
Carrying a child left Adeline trapped in marriage to the ruthless and unhinged Waylon, and everyone doubted she'd survive to see the baby's first breath. Filled with dread but determined, she carefully won him over and soon became his lethal obsession. Yet on the day she planned to escape, Waylon drove their car to a cliff's edge, foot hovering over the gas. "I'm sorry, love—did you just say divorce?" His fingers skimmed her cheek, his tone a deadly whisper. "Defy me, and you pay." Later, drenched in blood and rain, he knelt before her, trembling, and pleaded, "Tell me how to keep you here."
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