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CONTRACT MARRIAGE GONE WRONG

WARNING- 18+ CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL ELEMENTS TRAUMA AND TORTURE *************************************************************************************************** Ophelia Blackwood lived her life doing everything she could to be loved. First by her parents and three elder siblings, then by her best friend, and finally by her lover. She sacrificed everything just to be valued by Vincent Dimitri, the son of one of the most dangerous mafia families in Russia, and her childhood best friend, Elosia Jonas. They were her chosen family. Yet her loyalty was repaid with betrayal. After destroying Vincent’s greatest enemy and crowning him the King of the Underworld, Ophelia was killed—by Vincent himself. Elosia hung from Vincent’s half-naked body with a smirk as Ophelia lay in a pool of her own blood. “Thank you for giving me and Vincent such an amazing wedding gift, best friend.” Only in her final breath did Ophelia realize the cruel truth—this was the world of a novel, and she was dying the death of the villainess who killed the male and female leads for love. Ophelia laughed bitterly at her fate. In pain. In misery. Realizing that being unloved and betrayed was always destined for her. But when she woke up again—twenty years old, five years before the story began—she made a different choice. This time, she wouldn’t fight for love. She would fight for revenge. Ophelia proposed a contract marriage to the man she once ruined with her own hands—her former enemy, the heir to the most powerful family on the continent, Kayros Natheniel. “I have two conditions,” Kayros said calmly. “I’ll accept whatever,” Ophelia replied coldly. “First—you don’t meddle in my business. Second—I decide when this marriage ends. of course not before three years even if you beg me to.” But in that moment, Ophelia never imagined — The most dangerous man in the novel’s world would become obsessed with her instead, obsession which is worse than obsession itself “We’re not getting a divorce,” Kayros whispered with a dark smile while thrusting hard inside her, making her scream his name in pleasure. Ophelia freezes. "What? This wasn't part of the contract." Kayros's smirk doesn't disappear; instead, his beautiful blue eyes glint with domination. “Because I never planned on letting you go, my dear wife. You were born to be MINE.”
Erlyyy · 6.5k Views

She Baths With Their Blood

In the span of a year, I lost my entire family. My father was killed in a helicopter crash with my grandfather. My mother was condemned by society and lost her life at the hands of the patient’s family. My eldest brother worked himself to death trying to hold everything together. My second brother was destroyed by the entertainment world he once loved. And my youngest sister, barely eighteen, was bullied to the point of suicide. When I returned home after a few years abroad, all that was left of them were ashes and whispers. Now, with my hawk-like relatives circling the family legacy my bloodline built for over a century, I have only one way to keep it from being devoured. Marriage. It was the condition for me to receive it. So I chose a stranger. Not just any stranger, the coldest one I could find. A man who wouldn’t flinch even if I drowned the world in blood. He looked at me from across his office, his eyes sharp, unreadable. “Why should I marry you?” he asked. “Just because of that century-old inherita—” “I don’t care about that,” I cut him off. He frowned, annoyed or intrigued, I couldn’t tell. “All I’m saying,” I told him. “Is that I can give you an entertainment you’ll never forget.” He said nothing. Just stared. So I stood, walked to his window, and watched the city spread beneath us. “Don’t you think this place is already too boring?” I asked softly. “I plan to run amok. To turn this country upside down. Maybe even the world.” When I turned back to him, there was something different in his gaze. Interest. Maybe danger. “I don’t care about the money,” I said. “But I won’t let them have a single cent. I’ll use every drop of it to wreak havoc…” A cold smile tugged at my lips. “…and let blood rain.” He raised a brow, the corner of his mouth curving slightly. “Oh,” he said. “That is indeed… interesting.”
Llaellen · 21.3k Views

The Betrayed Heiress's Second Comeback

The night that was supposed to be the peak of my life became the night I lost everything. My step-sister Rose stole my achievements. My fiancé chose her over me. My father handed over the company I built with my own hands… to her. And when I finally walked away, broken and exhausted, Karl followed me home—drunk, furious, and ready to destroy what little I had left. One blow to the head was all it took to end Jenna Harvour. At least, that’s what the world was meant to believe. I didn’t die. I woke up drugged, half-conscious, and listening to people decide how to “dispose” of me.I heard Rose’s voice ordering my death to be written off as suicide. I heard doctors bargaining over my body. And when I was finally strong enough to open my eyes, I was greeted by a stranger’s face and a new name forced onto me: Jenna Lorance. They buried my old identity. They held a funeral with my name on it. And I was expected to disappear quietly into this new life they created. But the world doesn’t get rid of me that easily. My unexpected lifeline comes in the form of Damian Black—the heir to the largest mafia syndicate and the last person I ever thought would notice me. He shouldn’t care about a woman like me… yet he’s the only one who looks at me as if he can sense the truth beneath my new skin. Revenge is easy. Escaping him is not. Because once a man like Damian decides you’re his, he doesn’t let go—not even if the whole world believes you’re already dead. _________ Re-upload because i needed to fix first 6 chapters [Warning: Mature Context, R18+]
Holy_mackrel · 6.9k Views