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SOLD TO A CURSED KING : STRIP OR DIE

SOLD TO A CURSED KING : STRIP OR DIE

5.0

She was sold to a dangerous king, as his sex slave, by her parents , in exchange for wealth.. Not any king,, but a cursed beast king.. Who is known to be cruel and heartless.. Well that is what happened to a timid and kind human girl.. Born by an Angel and a Beast,, King Ariston Erasmos,, is what they called a hybrid abomination.. He is devilishly handsome,, huge,, very tall,, ruthless,, unforgiving and cold-hearted.. Countless horror stories are told to little children at night,, about him.. Everyone rumor that he did not have a heart and he believed it,, untill a certain beautiful,, timid,, human girl,, is sold to him by her parents in exchange for wealth.. Ariston find himself being fascinated by the little things that she do.. And to his awe,, he is sexually attracted to her.. Just within a few weeks that the girl stayed with him,, she succeded in pulling down the strong walls that he created in his mind and find a way into his heart,, unlocking the padlock that he locked it with... Making him to believe that he still have a heart and also to see the good in himself.. The devil was once an Angel right?? Well King Ariston find himself having strange feelings for her,, that he thought is only lust.. He is willing to protect her from danger and he also pardons her mistakes to the amazement of his servants,, because he don't forgive people neither is he merciful... But he shows mercy to the human girl.. To complicate the matter,, his beasts marked her as their mate a night before the red blood moon,, when the curse of the evil seer will manifest.. What happens when ice and fire meet each other? Will fire melt ice or will ice be able to tame it? EXTRACTS FROM THE STORY.. "You have been a bad girl and you deserved to be punished Angel.." Ariston uttered to Cheryl smirking and spank her b*ttocks,, making her to moan.. "Wh-at d-id I d-o?" The beautiful human girl stuttered.. "You disobeyed my orders sweet-heart,, which no-one have ever done before.." He said removing a strand of her hair from her face and stroking her cheeks,, making her to lean in more to his touch and a smug grin appeared on his face.. "I don't want more punishments,, i have received them in all the days of my life.." Cheryl whispered sniffing and the king growled.. "Who gave you the punishment? I will kill the bastards that dare to torture you.." He spat out angrily as he notice the scars on her hands.. "Please don't kill anyone,, it's a slip of tongue.." She mutter and hugged the tall man that is towering over her small petite form and he buried his face on her neck and inhaled her scent,, calming down instantly.. "You belong to me and no-one will hurt you again.. Say that you are mine..." He commanded,, licking her earlobe and she moan in bliss.. "I'm your's.." She mutter lowly.. "Good and when I say punishment,, i wasn't speaking about tortures or physical abuse,, i will never harm you..." Ariston said grinning.. "Which punishment are you talking about?" She asked innocently,, staring up at him in curiosity and he groan.. "Dammn it,, she is really innocent and she is making me to be insane,, I can't wait to taint her innocence.." He soliloquies,, groaning as he stare down his waist and see a huge bulge on his trouser.. He couldn't believe that the mere thought of having a sexual intercourse with her,, have made him so horny.. "Let me show you.." He replied and carried her off her feets and she gasps in suprise and wrapped her legs around his waist,, holding his neck,, while he hold her firmly on her waist with his strong large hands..

Enchanted By Lucifer

Enchanted By Lucifer

4.7

Sold to a club, as a stripper by her own parents, at the age of 18. Ariana Cyril, thought she have seen the worst of life.. But got the shock of her life, 3 years later, when she heard the news of her arranged marriage with, Dion Castor. The New York richest eligible, billionaire bachelor. He is a ruthless and heartless play boy, who just appear from nowhere to dominate the business world, as he is with no background or past criminal records. Considering how rich he is, Aria should be happy that she is getting married to a wealthy man, as she is from a poor family, but due to his cold and bad reputation, she is dreading the mere thought of it. Determine to get herself out of her parents mess and saddened by the news of her, getting married to a stranger. She went to a club, far from where she works, to take a few drinks and forget her problem a bit. But end up getting drunk and meeting a hot, handsome, daring young man, who set her heart, body and soul on fire, with his sweet touches, deep voice and caresses. One thing leads to another, and they had a fun filled night of passion. Waking up the next morning, with an awful headache, she finds out that she is alone in the room stark naked, with nothing to keep her company but the memories of what happened in the night and a little white note on the bed that states "I'm coming soon to take you home! Be prepared. Lucifer"

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His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love

His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love

4.5

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

4.9

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge

My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge

5.0

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

From Trophy Wife to Scientific Queen

From Trophy Wife to Scientific Queen

4.5

My husband Julian celebrated our five-year anniversary by sleeping with his mistress. He thought I was a clueless trophy wife, too dim to notice the vanilla and tuberose scent on his expensive suits. He was wrong. For years, I played Mrs. Vance, hiding my brilliance while Julian claimed my patents. An anonymous email confirmed his ultimate betrayal: photos of him and Scarlett Kensington in ecstasy. My heart didn't break; it solidified into ice at five years wasted. I activated "The Protocol" for a new identity and escape countdown. Playing the doting wife, I plotted his downfall, catching him with his mistress selling my work, and publicly snapping his credit card. His betrayals and stolen work ignited a cold, calculated fury. He had no idea the monster he'd created. I was dismantling his empire. I shredded his patent papers, stripping him of his ill-gotten gains. With a final tap, I initiated "Identity Erasure." Mrs. Vance was dead. Dr. Evelyn Thorne had just begun her counterattack.

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

5.0

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. ""Mr. Kensington,"" the nurse's voice cracked, ""your wife... she's critical."" A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. ""Liam is in the shower,"" Seraphina's voice purred. ""Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low."" Then, Liam's bored voice: ""If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning."" Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash

After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash

5.0

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his ""eligible bachelor"" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a ""trailer park girl"" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his ""grief."" But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive ""free"" could be.

The Daring Wife of the Prime Minister

The Daring Wife of the Prime Minister

5.0

Stella Judd worked hard for her entire life, in return, she only got endless deception and oppression and died without dignity. However, she was reborn with time turning back. She vowed to never again let anyone who had bullied her get anything out of her. She got away from a very vicious family and got rich by her own hands. Nevertheless, she felt in love with a cripple. Although he was a cripple, Stella wanted to protect her husband and live in peace, but she didn't expect that her crippled husband suddenly turned into the distinguished Prime Minister! What's more, not only he was not lame anymore, but also he walked with her through life and death.

After Exposing My Identity, My Ruthless Husband Begged for Love

After Exposing My Identity, My Ruthless Husband Begged for Love

5.0

Sienna Sullivan entered the penthouse not as a bride, but as a business transaction to pay off her family's debts. Manhattan's most ruthless billionaire, Julian Vanderbilt, expected a submissive wife, but he purchased a woman who was secretly a global fashion icon and a lethal operative. When he finally tried to lock her in a gilded cage to "protect" her, Sienna didn't just walk away-she jumped from his moving Rolls-Royce to reclaim her own crown. The arrangement was a psychological prison. Julian paraded fake heroines in her face, never realizing Sienna was the "Ghost," the soldier who had already saved his life in a war zone years ago. While she bled in the shadows to keep his empire from crumbling, he dismissed her as a mousy tutor. The humiliation was absolute as her family mocked her as a "charity case" and Julian treated her like a fragile doll. He ignored the warrior who was the true power behind his throne, choosing to prioritize his own secrets over her safety. She realized Julian didn't want a partner; he wanted a possession to hide in a vault. The discovery that he would never trust the woman beneath the mask was the final betrayal. He only loved the version of her he could control. Sienna finally chose to burn the bridge. After neutralizing an assassin in a designer gown, she tossed her wedding ring into a puddle and vanished into the night. She wasn't running from the fire; she was going back to the desert to finish the war. The Queen has left the board, and the King is coming for blood.

Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir

Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir

5.0

Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone.

The 100-Point Divorce Plan

The 100-Point Divorce Plan

4.6

For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave. The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for. In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in. "Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer." His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient. "I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now." He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure.