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The $10 Million Ransom: Captive of the Dark CEO

“On this stage, you are not a woman. You are a debt to be collected.” Elena Vance was once the crowned jewel of the East Coast, the untouchable "Pearl of Boston." She lived in a world of silk, old money, and the illusion of safety. But that world burned to ashes in a single night. Her father was found dead in a prison cell, her family's empire was seized by the state, and her younger brother’s life now hangs by a thread in a hospital bed she can no longer afford. When the hammer fell at the underground auction, Elena’s fate was sealed. She was sold for a staggering ten million dollars—a price higher than any asset her family ever owned. She expected a monster. She didn't expect Dante Moretti. Five years ago, Dante was the boy from the slums her father took in—the brilliant, silent protégé who followed Elena like a shadow. He was the one who taught her how to dance, the one who looked at her with a hunger that terrified and intoxicated her. But the Vances didn't reward loyalty; they destroyed it. Branded a thief and beaten within an inch of his life, Dante was cast out into the cold. Now, the boy is gone. In his place stands the "King of Ruins," a ruthless CEO who has built his throne on the bones of his enemies. And he has come back for the one thing he was never allowed to have. "I didn't buy you to save you, Elena," Dante whispers, his touch a chilling contrast to the fire in his eyes. "I bought you to watch you break. For every scar your father gave me, I will take a piece of your soul. You are my captive, my plaything, and for the next 365 days, your only master." Locked within Dante’s obsidian manor, Elena is prepared for the cruelty. She is prepared for the submission. But she is not prepared for the truth. As she navigates the lethal corridors of Dante’s world, Elena discovers that the ten million dollars wasn't just a bid of revenge. It was a ransom for a secret she didn't know she carried—a biometric key to a hidden digital vault containing the sins of every powerful family in the country. But Elena Vance is no longer a fragile pearl. In the darkness of captivity, she finds her teeth. She learns to turn Dante’s obsession into her weapon. Between the heated confrontations in the boardroom and the desperate, forbidden nights in his bed, the lines between hatred and desire begin to blur. He wants to ruin her. She wants to reclaim her throne. As a shadow organization emerges to claim the secret Elena holds, the captive and the captor must forge a blood-stained alliance. In a world where trust is a death sentence, they are forced to play a deadly game. Is she the key to his redemption, or the final blow to his destruction? In this war of hearts and power, only one thing is certain: You can’t ransom a soul that has already been sold to the devil.
Velvet_Sin · 3.1k Views

The Trident's Obsession: Claimed By Three

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.
Nyx_Rae · 22.5k Views

The Mafia's Undoing

Katherine Blaire has worked six grueling years to rise to the top of the banking world of Manhattan. Confident, voluptuous, and ambitious, she's nearly within reach of the promotion that will help to finance the college education of her autistic brother. She needs but one account- the account of Anthony Marvin, arguably the most influential and dangerous man in New York. Anthony "Tony" Marvin doesn't just own hotels and nightclubs. He controls both legitimate and underground empires as the heir of the most notorious mafia family in the city. Tony is ruthless, heartbreakingly handsome, and untouchable until Katherine enters his club with the business plan and with an unwavering refusal to back away from him. When Tony offers Katherine something she cannot refuse —a night with him in exchange for the contract —she storms out, humiliated and outraged. But Tony is interested in the woman who had the strength to say no to him, and Katherine finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of power struggle, desire, and growing love. As their relationship grows stronger, Tony's father, the ruthless mafia kingpin Thomas Marvin, will do whatever it takes to eliminate what he sees as his son's greatest weakness. Surrounded by enemies and with Katherine's entire family in danger, she and Tony must decide if their love is worth risking everything — including their lives. In a world in which love is the ultimate vulnerability, can a banker and a mafia prince redefine the rules of power?
Coco_Monae · 133.8k Views

wanted by the devil's incarnate[BL]: love After A kill.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]
Border_Collie · 14.2k Views

Karma: An Intricate Battle of Resolute, Crime, Destiny, Truth and Love

The story revolves around Sharmishtha, an investigative journalist who is determined to expose a criminal network and Mr Roychowdhury, a businessman struggling to save his beloved wife from his own dark past. Destiny has brought them on crossed paths. Surrounded with evil and unbeknownst of the people involved, will they be able to achieve their goals? Excerpt: Roychowdhury was instructing someone on the phone when his call got interrupted by another line. He looked at his phone it's his wife. He disconnected the line and went on instructing the person. He was using a normal tone as of now, then, suddenly, his voice lowered and deepened as he spoke, "Do you understand? We are going to kidnap her and then I will teach her a lesson myself. Make sure nothing goes wrong with it." "Can't we just kill her where she stands? Kidnapping is a lot of hustle," said a voice from the other side. "No! Don't kill her. I want to torment her the way she has been tormenting my life with her interference. We dispose of her after that like we had been doing," said Roychowdhury with a scarier tone. ------------------------------------------ [A chat between Sharmishtha and her husband] "Should I come back quickly?" "As soon as possible." "Is that so?" "Yes," Sharmishtha replied. Suddenly, her voice broke down as tears rolled down her eyes. "Are you crying?" asked a concerned Rey. "Yes," replied Sharmishtha softly. "Why?" "I don't know." "I will come back in a week Love. Don't cry," Rey replied softly. "Such a child!" he thought. "I want a hug." "You will get a long hug and lots of kisses. I won't leave you alone ever again. Now wipe your tears and smile," Rey replied. ------------------------------------------------- She gently coaxed his upper lips and slide her tongue into his mouth. Rey responded by trying to capture her lower lips and letting her in. She brushed off the upper corner of his mouth and sucked on his tongue then slowly drawing out to let him breathe. Rey felt like he was poured with a gush of warm water in freezing cold. Her kisses felt soft and soothing. She was being gentle he could feel it. But he wanted more. "You are still weak," she reminded him. "Please," he begged as his gaze settled on her lips. The book doesn't contain sexual abuse or rape (it is not allowed and the author is not comfortable with those either) but it may contain violent scenes***
Aarnaa · 86.3k Views