The Mafia deadly obsession.

RAPED BY A PLAYBOY

“ Excuse me guys ,,I will be back . I want to use the restroom,,poppy said standing up ..she walked towards the corridor leading to the restroom.. She felt her throat getting sour ..and she was also feeling tipsy ..,,the feeling isn't something to be ignored.. “ Gosh ! Why am I feeling so uncomfortable? My body aches !! She complained rushing into one of the rooms in the studio.. She rushed into the room but forgot to lock the door,,she started throwing off her clothes due to bad her body was aching.. <STUDIO> Clifford let out a smick throwing a bundle of cash at one of the staffs .. “ Hope you did a clean job ,,, because I wouldn't want any mistakes.. Clifford jibbed giggling silliy. “ Yes sir ,,she left for the room Already,,am sure by now she would be feeling horny ! The female staff said flirting... “ It should better go as planned else ! You won't like what I would do to you ! He said strictly before storming off to the room to meet poppy .. <ROOM> Clifford opened the room only to meet poppy naked on the bed groning in pain .. “ What are you doing here ?? I never asked you to come in ! Poppy said covering herself with the durvet.. “ Not like you have an option now ,,you need my help else ,,,you and I knows what is going to happen! Clifford said with a silly scoff. “ What do you mean ?? She asked trying to keep her heavy lid opened,,she was feeling very dizzy,,she couldn't take it any longer,,she fainted... “ Have been waiting for this day for ages ..now let me see how you are to escape from me after tonight,,he mouthed with a grin.. Slowly,,he threw off his dress and joined her on the bed ..and just ,,like that ,, Few minutes later her sleepish moan covered the whole room .... °°°°°°°°°°°°° Poopy brown a twenty years old college girl ,,, a singer ,,dancer ,, and also a model .. She's a perfect defination of perfection..she cute ,,tall with sexy curves ,,, deep blue eyes,and a small lips ,, giving her a killer look ..her long flawless legs were some of the things that made her fans adore her ,, She goes by the stage name baby doll cos of her childish but killer look..,,she is the leader of the “DOLLS ” the biggest girls band in LA made up of four girls .. She's a complete brat ,, apology is not in her dairy.. ★ Clifford Dior,, he is considered the most handsome guy on planet ,,,he is tall ,,cute ,, handsome with a golden eyes.. He is rude ,,, arrogant,,and he is considered to be the guy after anything under skirt ... He is a dancer ,,a singer,,and also a model ..he is the leader of the “ DREAMERS ” the biggest boys band in LA ..made up of four boys A Playboy and a complete freak He attends MUSIC ACADEMY! Just like poppy and the rest of the bands ,,, What happens when poppy wakes up one morning and realize that her dignity has been taken in the worst way ever ?? What happens when poppy finds out that she is pregnant for the guy she hated most ,,? Will she keep the baby ? What happens when Clifford willingly accepts to marry her even after knowing that she doesnt love him ? Will she ever forgive him and give him a chance ?? Do you think there is more to the rape or Clifford raped her on his own accord.?? What do you think happened between them that made him rape her ..? Will she ever reciprocate his love ?? Find out the answers in this romance filled story..

The Almighty Heiress Unmasked: Divorce The Past, Inherit The World

Once the real heiress came back, Katherine was thrown out by her "parents" and ridiculed by her fiancé. She walked away-and claimed the dynasty that had been hers all along. With every mask stripped off, she shocked everyone. "Mysterious illnesses? I cured them." "Hacker attacks? Pathetic." "Luxury brands? I owned the design copyrights." Her former family demanded a fortune for "raising" her. Katherine huffed, "Keep dreaming!" Her ex begged to reunite. "Get lost. You weren't worthy of me." Meanwhile, a tycoon fell hard, thawing from aloof to devoted, finding new ways to pull her close.

My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge

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.

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

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.

Traded Husbands, Tangled Hearts: Can Destiny Be Changed?

In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end. Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced. This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak. Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely. Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings?

Craving The Wrong Brother

She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend. ~~~ Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart. But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong. Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side. Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him. Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world. What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost. CONTENT WARNING: This story is strongly 18+. It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters. While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.