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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 · 2.4k 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 · 21.6k Views