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The Devil CEO's Contract Wife

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.
Dy_zamite · 1.4m Views

The Devil’s Silent Vow

The Devil's Silent Vow The Cruelest Love Is the One You Can't Escape They call him the King of Death. But in reality — he is a devil. In Blackbridge City, his name is spoken in whispers — carefully, the way you handle something that can detonate. Men cross streets to avoid his shadow. Empires have collapsed at a single word from him. Damien Ashford doesn't want power. He already has it. What he wants is her. She is Sera Romano — the runaway princess of Valoria, the heiress who chose a tiny apartment and burnt toast over a crown she never asked for. She fled her family's world of arrangements and calculations and men who saw her as an alliance waiting to happen. She built a life that was hers. She fell in love with a man who was safe. She thought she had finally escaped. She was wrong. Because the city she ran to? His. The freedom she built? He watched her build it. And the wedding she planned — the dress, the flowers, the man at the end of the aisle? He dismantled all of it before she could say I do. Then he said it for her. Now Sera is his wife. Bound by a vow she didn't choose, wearing a ring that warmed to her skin before she finished grieving the life it replaced — locked inside the world of the one man she was never supposed to be near. Damien doesn't cage her with bars. He cages her with certainty. With the way he looks at her — like she was always his, like the three years she spent running were just the beginning of a story he had already finished writing. He calls her little kitten. She tells herself she hates it. She tells herself a lot of things. One woman who only wanted to be free. One man who has never wanted anything the way he wants her. And a past between them — a choice Sera made three years ago — that neither of them has survived yet. The Devil doesn't chase. He waits. And he never, not once, loses. Content Warning Forced marriage · Psychological obsession · Armed coercion · Possessive & controlling male lead · Dark themes throughout · Morally complex characters · Slow burn tension · 18+ only Hello my cute little devils If you're enjoying this story, don't forget to like and add it to your library. Follow me on Instagram for updates and dark romance aesthetics: @nehamoira_
NEHA_MOIRA · 995 Views

Regression: I Claim Everything

First enjoy all the free chapters like a proper connoisseur before you even think of continuing or quitting! Add this masterpiece to your library right now, without overthinking like a confused movie hero in the interval scene. Trust me, the moment you dive into these pages, you won’t feel regret — only a growing addiction stronger than late-night street food cravings. Soon you yourself will stand up like a proud witness and praise the charm, the drama, the emotions… and of course, the stunning beauties hidden within the story. So don’t delay, don’t play hard to get — just start reading and let the full cinematic magic unfold. And when you realise how irresistible it is… remember this evil laughter echoing in the background — Bwahahahaha “What the hell—?!” Arahan jolted awake. This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t his body. Just hours ago, he had been a 30-year-old professor—one of the youngest lecturers in a prestigious college. An orphan who built everything from nothing. At twenty-five, he had already achieved what many couldn’t in a lifetime. A stable career. Respect. Wealth. A wedding with a beautiful bride from a good family. For once, life had finally begun to smile at him. And then, a drunk rich brat speeding his Thar at 220 km/h from the wrong side of the road. A flash of headlights. A scream of metal. Darkness. Arahan died on the roadside like a stray animal. And the worst part? He knew the culprit would never be punished. Money would bury the case. Power would twist the law. Justice was a luxury for the poor. But what hurt even more was not the injustice. It was a regret. He had lived responsibly. Too responsible. He never dated. Never partied. Never had Sex. Never travelled. Never loved recklessly. Never indulged. He chased stability. He chased respect. He chased a “good future.” And died before he could live. A virgin. A man who never tasted freedom. A man who never claimed what he desired. A man who never enjoyed the forbidden pleasure. But fate was not finished with him. When Arahan opened his eyes again— He was back. This time, he won’t live cautiously. This time, he won’t let power crush him. This time, he won’t die powerless. Wealth. Influence. Pleasure. Revenge. In this life, Arahan will claim everything.
Cultivator_Arahan · 22.4k Views

The Four Cyclopes: Ravenshire Academy

Ravenshire Academy has stood for over a century as a symbol of excellence. It is a place where the children of the country’s most influential families are educated, molded, and prepared to become the leaders of the future. Its reputation is flawless. Perhaps too flawless. When classified reports indicate a secret network of prostitution and drug distribution operating quietly within the academy, the shadow organization known as The Antiquarian decides the case is too sensitive for an open investigation. Too many powerful names are involved and too many doors would slam shut before the truth could escape. They need people who can get in without appearing to enter at all. Victoria, one of the best operators within The Antiquarian, receives the mandate. She then does something found in no official protocol: she sends her three younger siblings. The charismatic and trustworthy Helena infiltrates The Ivory Assembly, the most exclusive social circle at Ravenshire where the children of power gather and where dark recruitment begins. The cold and brilliant Angel joins The Alchemyst, a science club hiding secret laboratories and experiments that go far beyond the official curriculum. The sensitive and extroverted Romeo enters The Ashborn, a group of rebellious students long considered the source of trouble at Ravenshire who actually guard a secret no one suspects. The three of them adopt names that are not theirs, pretend to be strangers, and begin to move. What they discover is more than just high class crime operating behind expensive uniforms. At the heart of Ravenshire, a shadow organization called The Obsidian Society has been rooted for decades, recruiting, conditioning, and placing selected alumni in key positions across every sector of life. The drug and prostitution networks are merely instruments used for funding, control, and as entry points to something much larger. As the three siblings dig deeper, it becomes clear that the real threat is not about what is happening inside Ravenshire but rather what is being prepared to happen outside the academy walls precisely when the centennial celebration arrives. However, this investigation brings more than just physical danger. Amidst brutal social hierarchies, secret parties, and experiments that disturb the conscience, the three face something missing from Victoria’s briefing: people they cannot simply read as targets or threats. Kian, who knows more than he admits. Elias, who wants out but does not know how. Anya, who enters Angel’s life in a way that fits no strategic scheme. And Victoria herself, the sister who sent them to this place, who turns out to be hiding her own history with Ravenshire, a history that might be the true reason for all of this. By the time the full truth of The Obsidian Society begins to emerge, the question is no longer just about how to stop it but about who they will be after it is all over and whether the word finished is even relevant for something rooted this deep.
Hi_vermillion62 · 1.9k Views

The Devil Who Claimed Me

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”
Angelica2511 · 15.6k Views

DEADLY PROTECTOR

Kidnapped at sixteen and returned to a life wrapped in wealth and surveillance, she grows up protected to the point of suffocation. At twenty-one, she is allowed freedom only in carefully measured doses like running a small publishing House, controlled outings, and two bodyguards who never leave her side. Sleep is fragile. Peace is temporary. When a panic-driven mistake brings her into the orbit of Alaric Voss, a man who thrives on control and silence, nothing about him resembles safety. He does not offer comfort. He does not explain. He does not soften. Alaric trains private security personnel for his fathers private security company and lives by rules that leave no room for emotion. When Alana asks him to teach her how to defend herself, he agrees under conditions as cold as his gaze: be early, be disciplined, or walk away. As her training sharpens her body, it also exposes truths neither of them are willing to name. Outside the dojo, a powerful figure from her past resurfaces, a man who believes ownership can be claimed, and that some debts are inherited. Caught between protection that cages her and strength that demands everything, Alana must decide whether learning to fight is enough or if reclaiming herself will cost more than she is ready to give. This is not a love story about rescue. Its about war in corporate society. war in love It is about restraint. trauma. healing. vicious circles that are deadly. About fear. A story of when a man who does not bend under any pressure meets what he hates. Definition of weakness. Yet he can't turn away. He fights his own demons daily without submitting and in his word fragility had no space. Yet he can't look away from the very picture of what he despises
Broken_Ink · 2.2k Views

“Love in the Shadow of Revenge”

Aira Grace has spent her life yearning for love in a house ruled by power. The daughter of influential politician Marcus Grace, raised without a mother and ignored by an ambitious brother, Aira grows up believing love must be earned through patience and sacrifice. Rowan Royce is born into blood. The son of a retired mafia leader, carrying the weight of a shattered family and an elder sister lost to betrayal, Rowan lives by one rule—never trust what love shows on the surface. When a political feud between the Grace and Royce families leaves his father injured, Rowan’s world hardens into revenge. Their paths cross through Rowan’s younger sister at university. Aira falls for Rowan without knowing the storm surrounding him, and Rowan—despite his cold restraint—allows her into his life. When Aira begs him to marry her, Rowan agrees, hiding vengeance behind wedding vows. To Aira, the marriage is imperfect but precious. She loves him through his silence, his distance, and the hostility of his world. Happiness shatters when Aira discovers Rowan’s true identity—his hands stained red by the mafia life he never escaped. A violent confrontation drives her into flight, straight into a carefully laid trap. Her enemies steal her unborn child through a forced operation, then manipulate Rowan into believing his wife ended the pregnancy herself. Broken by misunderstanding and blinded by hatred, Rowan abandons her in the hospital—yet never fully lets go. He ensures her recovery from a distance, torn between revenge and the woman he loves but cannot forgive. When news reports claim Aira has been murdered, Rowan descends into madness. His mercy disappears. One by one, his enemies fall—until the truth surfaces. Between cruelty and devotion, revenge and misunderstanding, Rowan and Aira suffer the most. Yet in a world built on blood and lies, they discover that survival itself can be an act of love.
Aish_writer · 32.7k Views