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Branded By The Devil's Cruel Kiss

Branded By The Devil's Cruel Kiss

Elie Joyce’s entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands. But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator. "You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift." Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round. When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes. And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy. "She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her." Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die. Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered. She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive. Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash? But she didn't break. Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife. With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows. She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey.
My Wife's Betrayal, My New Beginning

My Wife's Betrayal, My New Beginning

My hands, once surgeons' hands, now trembled balancing champagne glasses at an elite medical summit. My wife, Sarah, lay in a coma, kept alive by machines. My daughter, Lily, traumatized, diagnosed with severe autism, was a ghost in our home. My career, my reputation, my life – all shattered by a malpractice suit that wasn't my fault, and an amusement park incident that left me with broken ribs and my family broken beyond repair. I poured every last cent, every ounce of my being, into their care, working menial jobs just to survive. Then, a voice announced a speaker on stage: "Dr. Sarah Miller, presenting 'New Advances in Brainstem Injury Repair'..." The name, the topic, the face I saw under the spotlight, hit me like a physical blow. It was Sarah. My Sarah. Confident, brilliant, and clearly not comatose. The champagne tray slipped. Crash. Security grabbed me, but I didn't care. "She's my wife! Sarah! She should be in the ICU right now! She's in a coma!" Her eyes, for a split second, flickered with panic before settling into cold composure. The man next to her, Andrew Sterling, CEO of Sterling Medical Group, stepped forward, handing me a business card, his face full of contempt. Whispers of their shared past, of her being his company's chief expert, swirled around me, twisting the knife. Was our entire nine-year marriage a lie? The applause for the brilliant Dr. Miller mocked my agony, making me wonder if I had been the biggest fool of all.
Savage Love (Dare you to love me!)

Savage Love (Dare you to love me!)

GENRE: Dark Romance/Erotica Tags: Mafia, Clans, Romance, Death, Secrets, S£x, Love Triangle, Jealousy, Suspense, Twists, Action, Possession, Tragedy, Unrequited Love, Sci-fi, Age Gap. By, Ariel Mirabel ••∘∘•• DON'T COPY OR REPOST, IDÎOT 😒 『••✎••』 ✭{ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 }✭ Amour sniffed back her tears as she watched the scene before her. Never in her life would she have imagined getting herself in this situation she currently was. It felt like a never ending nightmare. The sound of footsteps was what rented the room, it was coming from a tall figure, his gaze never left the man that was tied down on a chair with both his hands chained down on the table The figure held a sharp silver colored knife in his hand, twirling as if it was his play toy, a vicious smirk playing on his lips Every step he took instilled fear and panic inside the man that was tied down. "Boss.. Boss please forgive me! I was drunk so I thought she was one of the clan's whóre I swear I didn't know she was yours" The man begged like his life depended on it. "Which hand did you use to touch her" Aurelio spoke calmly. "My.. My... L-Left-" He wasn't chanced to finish his sentence when Aurelio cut off his left hand completely. Blood splashed on his cheek as it began bumping out of the man's hand. "Aarrrgghh!!!" The agonizing cry from the man echoed in the room as he peed on himself. Aurelio turned to Amour who looked horrified with the scene she just witnessed. His hands found his way to her neck and he gripped it tightly, bringing her face close to his so he could have a clear view of the terrified look on her face. "This.. Is just the highest level of my kindness compared to what I can do. Remember this, you're mine! Mine to touch, mine to f**k, mine to do whatever I want with... No one else... But me" A drop of tear fell from Amour's eyes. •••• Aurelio Giovanni is the second in command of THE DARK BULLS, one of the biggest mafia empire in Los Angeles, he's the underboss He ruthless, to him "second chance" doesn't exist in his vocabulary Just like air, one never knows his next move. He can be as calm as a gentle breeze but the next minute, a raging hurricane What happens when he sets eye on 22 years old Amour who's just curious to discover the world around her? How did both of them meet? What happens when Aurelio claims Amour as his possession? Will Amour ever escape from his déadly clutches? Or not? What if there's more to it than what meets the eye? Find out! ✍️ Seriously, this is a story you won't wanna miss. Hop on in this ride full of secrets and mysteries you love ❣️
Betrayed Bride's Rebirth: A Vengeful Heart

Betrayed Bride's Rebirth: A Vengeful Heart

The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to me, a cruel reminder of my last moments. Just hours after giving birth, my stepsister, Emily, forced poison down my throat, her beautiful face twisted in a triumphant smirk. My husband, Mark, stood by, his hands pinning me to the hospital bed, his eyes cold and indifferent as life drained from mine. They told the world I died of childbirth complications; a tragic accident. Emily and Mark built their perfect family on the foundation of my unmarked grave. But then, a violent gasp jolted me awake. I shot up in bed, my chest heaving, the scent of antiseptic replaced by cool air and familiar sunlight. I wasn't dead. My body was unblemished, my stomach flat. I was back in my old bedroom, a month before they framed me, a month before I was forced to marry Mark. Rage and betrayal solidified within me-not a fleeting flame, but an unshakeable stone. "Is everything ready for tonight?" my stepmother, Mrs. Davis, whispered downstairs, her voice sharp and calculating. "The drug is in the drink," Emily replied sweetly. "Once Chloe has it, we get her to the hotel room. A few photographers, a 'concerned' call to the Wilsons... and her reputation will be ruined forever." Their plan, so wicked and perfect, was laid bare, just as I remembered. Frame me, ruin me, force me into marriage, then erase me entirely. But this time, I knew their game. And this time, I wouldn't be a pawn. I would be the one setting the board.
Conquering The Cold Zillionaire Surgeon Heiress

Conquering The Cold Zillionaire Surgeon Heiress

When the Pollard family kicked Alyssa out into the freezing rain, Walter threw a ten-thousand-dollar check into a dirty puddle. "Take it and get out. Don't ever come back," he sneered. Her adoptive mother and stepsister stood on the mansion's porch, mocking her as a worthless country girl who tarnished their wealthy name. They laughed, claiming she wouldn't even be able to afford community college and would be begging on the streets in a week. They looked at her cheap clothes and worn backpack with absolute disgust. They were completely unaware that for the past five years, Alyssa was the secret mastermind who had built their failing gallery into a multi-million-dollar investment empire. Every key investment, every fortune they made, came from the anonymous notes she had slipped into their unread books. They genuinely believed they were business geniuses, while treating the true architect of their wealth like a stray dog. Looking at their smug, arrogant faces, Alyssa didn't feel a shred of sadness, only a cold, sharp irony. They actually believed they had raised her. She stepped close, whispered the master code to Walter's most secret offshore account, and watched the blood completely drain from his face. "I raised you," she said, turning her back on the mansion without hesitation. Walking into the storm, she pulled out a heavily encrypted phone and gave a single, cold order. "Initiate a full hostile takeover of the Pollard Group." It was time to end this little game and step into her true life—as the world's most elusive medical genius, and the long-lost billionaire heiress of the Summers dynasty.
Betrayed Bride: Claimed By The Best Man

Betrayed Bride: Claimed By The Best Man

Kloe Guthrie dragged her crystal-encrusted wedding gown down the penthouse corridor, exhausted but ready to finally be alone with her new husband, Justen. But as she passed the presidential suite, a familiar, cloying perfume stopped her. Through the cracked door, she saw Justen brutally thrusting into her cousin, Candyce. "Like fucking a corpse with Kloe," Justen grunted, his voice thick with lust. "Worth it for the trust fund control, though." Candyce giggled, mocking Kloe's pathetic gratitude. Shattered, Kloe stumbled backward in the dark, only to be caught by Julian Larsen—Justen's billionaire best man. Instead of offering sympathy, Julian trapped her against the wall. He forced her to listen to her husband's cruel mockery, then dragged her into the opposite suite, tearing off her wedding dress and dismantling her dignity piece by piece. Everything she had believed for four years was a meticulously calculated lie. She was nothing but a boring prop to the man she loved, a naive fool meant to be drained of her family's immense wealth and laughed at behind closed doors. The humiliation and betrayal burned through her veins like acid. "You could cry," Julian whispered against her neck, his eyes predatory and dark. "Or you could make him regret he was ever born." Instead of running from the man cornering her in the dark, Kloe looked at the destroyed remains of her life, grabbed Julian's collar, and pulled him in. This time, she would make them all pay.