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Bound to the Ruthless King: Her Perfect Destruction

Bound to the Ruthless King: Her Perfect Destruction

A flicker of candlelight illuminated the room. Now she could see him. His expression cold and dangerous. He rose. Each step he took toward her was slow, deliberate and predatory. Power radiated from him. Her pulse raced, but she did not look away. She would not break. "It seems you still haven't grasped your situation, Princess," He sneered, the title dripping with disdain. His hand settled on her shoulder. She stiffened, his fingers trailing up to her throat. Then tightened, knocking out her breath. She gasped. "You are not a princess here, Sabrina," he said, his grip tightening. "You are in my kingdom. My territory." She clawed at his hand, struggling for air. "You speak when I allow it," He continued coldly. "You breathe because I permit it. And if you defy me..." His eyes darkened, "I will punish you." His voice dropped lower sending waves of shivers down her spine. "I own you now, Sabrina. My hostage. My property." He leaned closer. "And there is no escape." He released her. She staggered slightly, clutching her burning throat. Her wound had reopened, blood seeping through. Still, she held his gaze. Defiant and filled with hate. He hates her. She can see and feel it.And she hates him just the same. He is a monster and a destroyer. "If you wish to live longer than I intend," he said, eyes burning with loathe. "Behave." "Cole.", He called, his voice a levelled rumble. The door opened immediately. A man stepped in, bowing. "Yes, my king." "Take her back. She is not to leave her room unless I say so." He held her gaze as he spoke. "Yes, my king." "And inform Indiana I sent for her." He turned away. "Follow me," Cole said. Sabrina obeyed. The moment she stepped outside, she released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. King Damon... He is dangerous. He hadn't even begun to unleash the full extent of his rage. But she had seen enough. His hate is so raw and deep. He would destroy everything in his path to get his revenge on her. And now, she had to survive him. Survival. She has no idea how to do that BLURB. He took her kingdom. He took her freedom. Now, he wants her broken. Sabrina was born and raised a princess but was forced into captivity by the man her father destroyed. Now she must endure his cold cruelty, his rules, and his unrelenting hatred. To survive she has to play the game of vengeance.and power. But in a game of vengeance and power, the heart is the most dangerous thing to lose.
The Professor My Husband

The Professor My Husband

I took a deep breath before slowly opening my eyes. I was wearing a white gown that hugged my body, making me look even more beautiful. I glanced at the bouquet of white flowers in my hand and smiled before walking into the garden. I was amazed because the theme of our wedding was in my favorite color, and there were butterflies happily flying around. I was happy because the family of the man I had dreamed of accepted me. They wanted our wedding, even though it was sudden, and I was happy despite it being an arranged marriage in an unexpected situation. I thought this only happened to rich people, but I was wrong because it happened to me too. If only I could scream and shout that I am the luckiest woman in the world because the man I once dreamed of is now mine. "Love is a choice," he said, so I trusted him a lot, but he had one request for the right time. There was no problem because he was mature enough when it came to relationships, and we loved each other. But fate is truly deceptive because a time came when many "what if" questions flooded my mind. What if I couldn't fulfill his one request and dream? What if his former lover could give it to him instead? What if I saw him happy with her because of that dream? Can I stay with him even if he says he loves me but prioritizes her? What if fate tests us, and even though we love each other, he chooses her because that's what he's making me feel now? "I don't want to hurt you, but they are my family now," he said seriously, and I lowered my head and cried in front of him. I could still hold on, but I could feel that he didn't want to anymore. Should I still fight for him even though it hurts so much? I wondered. "Do you want me to leave?" I asked bravely, hoping he would say no, but I was wrong. "If that's what's best. Leave," he said for the last time and hurriedly turned his back on me. I couldn't do anything but cry and cry, so I made a decision. "For the sake of your dream, I'll do it," I said softly and started packing my things. I hope you'll be happy when the time comes that fate brings us together again. I'm Christian Rana Reyes. And he is Frank Lin Mondragon.
The Girl He Called Desperate

The Girl He Called Desperate

The text from Andrew lit up my phone screen, and my heart jumped. I' d spent years as his "friend," his late-night call, secretly hoping this was finally our moment. He asked me to wear "that coyote ugly thing" he liked, denim shorts and boots, for a night at his downtown condo. I drove there, heart pounding, ready to be "seen" by him. But the door swung open to a jeering crowd of his friends, and next to him, recording, was Gabrielle Ross. Andrew smirked, "Look what the cat dragged in," then claimed I'd "gotten the wrong idea," calling me desperate. Gabrielle laughed, narrating for her phone, "When the crazy side-chick won' t take a hint." He tossed a cheap sex toy at my feet, declaring, "Because I' m with Gabrielle now. We' re done." The video went viral, my reputation crumbled, and my freelance design business vanished overnight. With no way to pay my father's mounting medical bills, I was desperate. An agency offered a mere $250,000 for five years of my life, a pittance but my only choice. Then the call came: my father was critically ill and transferred to Andrew' s hospital. I found Andrew and begged him to help, seeing a flicker of the promising doctor he once was. But during my father' s emergency intubation, Andrew abandoned him to console Gabrielle, leaving a junior resident fumbling. My father died. Later, Andrew held Gabrielle in the hospital chapel, and she sneered, saying my father probably gave up "knowing what a slut his daughter is." Rage consumed me. I lunged at her, and Andrew violently shoved me away, caring only for Gabrielle. My father' s ashes, the last physical piece of him, were later spilled and shattered by Gabrielle. I was broken, humiliated, and utterly alone, a monument to Andrew' s callous disregard. But then, my phone rang and a smooth voice announced, "Your patron has arrived. Mr. Blakely is ready to begin your contract." Little did Andrew know, my "patron" was about to help me rise from the ashes.
The Placeholder Wife's Revenge

The Placeholder Wife's Revenge

I sacrificed everything for my husband, Ryan. My ambitions, my career, even turning down a dream job in another city to support his perfect image. I managed our home, believed his promises of devotion, and trusted him completely. Then, his college girlfriend, Chloe, reappeared after her husband's tragic death. He flew to her side, claiming to offer comfort. But when he returned, he brought her straight to our home, introducing her as though she belonged. That night, I heard them. Chloe' s soft voice, "I can' t believe she' s not even here to greet you." And Ryan' s reply, a cold, dismissive murmur that shattered my world: "Don' t worry about Ava. She' s just a placeholder, a shield. I married her to keep you from doing something reckless after we broke up. She was never the one." A placeholder. A shield. My entire marriage, a meticulously crafted lie designed to protect him and hide his true love. My heart pounded, a cold knot of dread tightening in my stomach. In the days that followed, I endured their blatant affair in my own home. My bank account was emptied, my treasured family heirloom was stolen and broken, and I was thrown out of my own bedroom. When I finally confronted them, Ryan brutally struck me, then coldly told me he was divorcing me and I' d get nothing. Yet, despite the pain, I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something far more sinister was at play. Why had he been so insistent on my "minor surgery" years ago? What dark secrets did he truly hide beyond his betrayal? Driven by a desperate need for answers, I sought a new doctor, uncovering a truth so chilling, it shattered every last piece of my broken life: Ryan had secretly sterilized me, without my consent, ensuring I could never bear children. Now, with nothing left to lose, I began to plot my escape and his ultimate downfall.
The Woman You Never Love

The Woman You Never Love

I'm now looking at a handsome man lying next to me. He sleeps soundly. He is like an angel in my eyes, but if you really get to know him, his attitude is the opposite. "Andrew..." I said his name while my tears fell one by one. "Are you ready, Rhyme?" I looked behind me, I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "You don't have to do this, rhyme. Even if you give your eyes to him, nothing will change. He" I immediately stood up from where I was going to sit before he could continue what he had to say. "I know that... I'm not the type to just give my eye away. Ian, please talk even now, don't make me worry about that. Let me do it to the man I love. Even that he can't reciprocate the love I give," I bent down and gently stroked my stomach and turned to Andrew. The man I love will never reciprocate my love. "Rhyme, are you that desperate with that man? Rhyme, please talk. As your cousin, I advise you not to give him your eyes. Especially since you are taking your child with that man." He preached to me. It's painful to accept. But yes, I'm desperate when it comes to the man I love. In my desperation, even if I knew I was going to harm my future child, I would do it anyway. I will give my eyes to Andrew. "Ian, I'm not going to change my mind. S-go ahead, Ian. I...let's continue with the operation. I'm ready." Ma stuttering said My tears continue to fall, trying to wipe them away, but every time I wipe my tears, new ones come out again. "Oh gosh, rhyme! You're pregnant! Don't you even think about the child in your womb!? If we continue this, I'm sure your child's life will be in danger, and then I'll see you again, rhyme. Rich As for the family of the old woman in the village, they can also find a donor!" I'm almost deaf from his yelling at me. Instead of being angry with him, I am angry with myself. I'm so selfish and heartless, because even though I have eyes, I'm still blind for the man I love. "I've made up my mind, Ian. And even if they're rich, the man I love hasn't seen you for almost a few months. Please talk, Ian. Don't just be a dad and do your job." Ian looked at me with anger in his eyes. "I love you as my cousin, Rhyme. But your love for that man is really too much, that even if you know that you will destroy your child, you will still allow the operation. Take care of your life, Rhyme. That's your decision . But I hope you don't feel guilty about what you do." It coldly says that you will still be filled with anger and sadness. A nurse approached him and whispered something to him before looking at me intently. "Get ready, Rhyme. The operation is about to begin. Prepare yourself to kill your own offspring." He said and turned to the man who was fast asleep behind me before storming out of this room. I can't blame Ian. What he said is right. If I make a decision, I may kill the child in my womb. But what can I do? I love Andrew. What is the use of my eyes? If I always hurt myself because of my love for Andrew. If I go blind because I gave my eyes to the man I love, it's not bad. Because even if I love him, I won't see the events that will hurt my heart. To see him happy in the company of others, To see him staring at me, To always push me away and To see him cry when you are out of his sight. "I love you Andrew." I said it almost in a whisper and was accompanied by my tears as I looked at Andrew who had closed his eyes not far away. The man I love the most. Ian didn't stop whining, obviously not wanting to continue with the operation. But he can't do anything. My decision is complete. I thought about the child in my womb. He was not born with a decision, but he was never able to experience life in the world. Forgive mommy, baby. I love your dad so much that I did this to destroy him. Forgive me, my child. I even heard a nurse say to my cousin, Ian, who never stopped cursing before I was engulfed in darkness. "The donor is now asleep, please Doctor, Ian. Let's proceed with the operation." goodbye My child..
Broken Man, Unbreakable Spirit

Broken Man, Unbreakable Spirit

The air in my tiny apartment was heavy with the scent of lavender and burnt toast, a comfort that would soon become a sickening memory. My vintage Gibson, a direct link to my family' s musical legacy, rested on my bed – destined to be sold to save the woman I loved. "Are you sure about this, Alex?" Chloe asked, her voice laced with what I, foolishly, believed was genuine concern for her supposed terminal illness. But the moment the camera started rolling, the painful truth became devastatingly clear. Mark Johnson, Chloe' s ex, swaggered in, her hand intertwined with his, their faces twisted in triumphant sneers. "He' s such a pathetic loser," Chloe laughed, her voice bright and utterly devoid of the weakness she had been faking for a month. Every loving glance, every shared secret, every sacrifice I' d made for her was just a calculated move in their cruel game of revenge for a two-year-old scholarship. They wanted to humiliate me, to shatter my music, and to break my spirit for their twisted amusement, and they wanted it all on camera. They beat me, left my arm broken and my heart in ruins, filming every agonizing second for their viral masterpiece. Why would anyone, let alone the woman I' d given everything to, orchestrate such a monstrous betrayal? How could I have been so blind? But as I lay there, broken and bleeding on the cold studio floor, my phone buzzed with an unknown London number. A single call, a deceased grandfather, and a substantial inheritance became my unexpected lifeline, a way out of the abyss. I was broken, but not defeated. I would clean up their mess, not for revenge, but for my own survival. The desperate fool they knew was dead. And the man who rose from his ashes would burn their world to the ground.