First Love Dies

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

Viviene

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.

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My husband accused me of putting his assistant in the hospital.

He claimed the AC I turned on, despite her protests, caused her to collapse from severe cramps. I was eight months pregnant and the office was dangerously hot, but he still blamed me. To "make it up to me," he invited me to a party at an exclusive club.

I woke up on the floor of a glass-walled freezer.

Outside, my husband, Austen, stood with his arm wrapped around a perfectly healthy Deb. He raised a glass to the city’s elite, toasting to “cooling down” his hot-headed wife.

They watched as his men stripped me to my underwear and forced my bare knees onto a floor of ice. They poured buckets of freezing water over my head and my pregnant belly until I felt a warm trickle between my legs.

I was bleeding. I was losing our baby.

While I lay there, Austen pounded on the glass, screaming at me to apologize, to tell him I forgave him so he wouldn't have to be the monster.

He sneered that I was all alone, that my father was dead and no one was coming to save me.

Chapter 1

The air in Austen Nolan's office was thick and hot, sticking to my skin like a second layer. At eight months pregnant, the heat felt suffocating, a heavy blanket pressing down on me and my unborn child. I walked over to the thermostat, my hand reaching for the cool setting.

"Please don't."

The voice was soft but firm. I turned to see Deb Noble, my husband's personal assistant, standing by her desk. She had a pained look on her face.

"I'm on my period," she said, her voice a little shaky. "The cold air makes my cramps unbearable."

I looked at her, then at the sealed windows of the high-rise office. The sun baked the glass. I could feel sweat trickling down my back. My baby was my priority.

"It's over eighty-five degrees in here, Deb. It's not safe for me."

I turned back to the AC unit and switched it on. A blast of cool air rushed out, and I took a deep, grateful breath. Deb said nothing else, just watched me with an expression I couldn't quite read.

That evening, Austen came home. He didn't kiss me or ask about the baby. He walked straight into the living room where I was sitting and stood over me, his face a mask of anger.

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