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Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

Jocelyn Yang lived in the grand Turner Mansion, not as a guest, but as a prisoner. Ever since her father's death, the ruthless billionaire Elam Turner forced her to atone for sins her father never committed. On her nineteenth birthday, a male classmate secretly sent her a diamond necklace. Elam, who had flown back from London overnight, flew into a psychotic, jealous rage at the sight of another man's gift. He mercilessly crushed the delicate necklace into the marble floor with his custom leather shoe. "Did you forget what you are?" Elam hissed, dragging her into a pitch-black storage room. "You take gifts from other men behind my back?" He pinned her to the dusty floorboards and violently assaulted her. The next morning, a wire transfer of $500,000 hit her bank account. He had humiliated her, broken her spirit, and was now casually trying to buy her silence. Later, when a broken bike left her walking miles through a freezing rainstorm, he just shoved scalding tea into her bleeding hands. "Look at you," he sneered. "You look like a stray dog ruining my floors." Jocelyn curled up in the cold, her lips bleeding and her heart shattered. She couldn't understand his terrifying obsession. If he hated her so much, why did he refuse to let her go? Why did he look at her with such manic hunger while systematically destroying her life? Staring at the massive sum of hush money on her phone, a desperate spark of vengeance flared in her chest. Jocelyn wired every single cent back to Elam's account. She picked up her charcoal pencil, vowing to win the upcoming art competition and buy her escape from this monster forever.
One Night Stand With A Stranger

One Night Stand With A Stranger

I closed my eyes when I felt the man in front of me touch my chest. We are currently in a room that is not familiar to me. I want to open my eyes but I can't because it seems like it's too heavy with the amount of alcohol I drank earlier at Alexa's party. One of my classmates but I can't really call my friend. I felt his effort to remove the remaining cover from my chest and when he successfully removed it, he kissed me again down my neck until his lips landed on my chest which made me moan softly. "Moan my name, baby." he said but I can't say because I don't know him. He leaned me where he was and he took off the rest of his cover and brought my body close to him and then he touched and licked everything that his lips could pass, I bit my lower lip while he bit my chest and the one groped my bottom. "You're so wet, baby." I heard him say this and I moaned even more when he inserted his middle finger into my womanhood. He thrusted fast his middle finger on me and I feel so crazy right now because I don't know how to do, to say or to react to what is happening to me tonight. "S-Stop..." I said softly but he didn't listen. He carries my legs and puts it on to his shoulder and I slowly feel something in my femininity that it wants to enter. He put inside his things. shit. ugh! I wanted to scream but he immediately silenced me with a violent kiss. It entered the entirety of my womanhood and then took it out so fast that the pain I felt earlier was immediately replaced by a strange tickle that felt like I was going to pee because of the great taste. "You're mine, only mine." he said and moved me to the bed and that's when he started riding me faster and faster. He's so good. I want more but he stopped when he released his own lust inside of me, gosh just now I wanted him to stop doing what I was doing and wanted to do it again with a man I don't even know if I know.
The Regent's Betrayal

The Regent's Betrayal

The scent of incense hung heavy in the ancestral hall, a grim prelude to the confession Eleanor Hayes was about to hear. Her husband, Arthur, the Duke Regent she had adored for years, was taking Clara Miller-her adopted "sister"-as a concubine. In his "kindness," her late father had brought the healer Clara into their home, and this was her repayment: shattering Eleanor's three-year marriage. The betrayal escalated when Arthur not only sided with Clara but, upon learning of Clara's pregnancy, shockingly demoted Eleanor to a mere concubine. The ultimate indignity struck when he falsely accused her of poisoning Clara and then, with chilling indifference, demanded she sacrifice her own flesh and blood to create an antidote. His past tenderness curdled into icy cruelty, stripping away her dignity with every word, every biased decision. How could the man who had raised her, the "Uncle" she had loved since childhood, inflict such pain? The very person who swore to protect her was now demanding her mutilation, leaving her reeling from a betrayal so profound it felt like a physical wound. What dark secret lay behind this monstrous transformation? With her heart shattered, Eleanor made her choice. Drawing on the strength of her Vance legacy, she accepted the divorce, abandoned her broken marriage, and volunteered to lead her family' s army north against the barbarian invasion-a desperate bid for purpose beyond her personal ruin.