Dangerous Love: My Pet Princess
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"And that is the reason why I said those words. I like your fear, not because it is a normal thing. I love it because deep down you are a monster like me, schiava. You fear me on a primal level, you can feel my power and dominance, and you know you aren't the strongest here. So you don't fear Renzo Valentino the human, you fear the monster that lurks inside."
My life changed the night of my birthday. What started as a funny dare ended with blood and having a price on my head.
I thought Renzo was the hero who saved me that night, but he was the devil who owned me forever.
I, Misha Yakov, princess of the Russian mafia became Renzo Valentino's slave.
He broke me, tortured me, and molded me into something new, something I hated and craved at the same time.
I, Misha Yakov became my master's pet.
Dangerous Love: My Pet Princess Chapter 1
"What would you choose, a man who would die for you, or a man who would kill for you?"
Misha POV
"Miss, vy ne mozhete etogo sdelat'"
("Miss, you can't do that.")
The hulk of a man in front of me and behind the wheel said, and I just ignored him as I thought about what my friend Sonya was suggesting.
I have never done that before, and honestly, it might be.... hmmm, refreshing from this stiff, boring life of mine.
I thought deeply as I bit my lower lip while the man in the front gritted his teeth in annoyance. I know because I heard them even though he was facing the road.
"C'mon, Misha, you didn't want to have a birthday party like every year and wanted to try something new, and honestly, what I'm suggesting is just perfect."
Sonya said in a begging but daring voice and I mulled the thought again cause she wasn't wrong.
"Your father won't like that, miss, and honestly, I don't either. So please let us go back home."
My bodyguard Artem said, and I rolled my eyes while focusing on him as he drove.
"I will do whatever the fuck I want, my father gave me the green light and specifically said go knock yourself off."
I said, then nodded my head at Sonya, making her scream in happiness because I was going to do it. No one dares me.
"Artem, please take us to Sonya's strip club."
I ordered the man, and I saw his body go rigid, but he didn't say anything because it was not his place to do so.
My father gave him to me to protect me and cater to all my needs, and that is it. If I told him to stop the car and just stand in the middle of the road for me to run him over, he would.
And in about fifteen minutes, we were there, and we got out of the car, my body buzzing from all the excitement.
"Misha, are you sure about this? I mean, your father won't like it, I think."
Suzan, our friend who is mostly silent and barely says anything, said as she gave my bodyguard a fleeting look, making him nod his head in approval.
"Nah, he never gets mad at me. Besides, I have that ox to protect me, so don't be a pussy and let us do it."
I said as I followed Sonya, who led us to the VIP entrance, and the bouncers there let us in without saying a single word.
"I know how much he loves you, but this....this is different, anything can happen. Here are all kinds of people, we might....someone might......"
Suzan spoke again in a shaky voice and I understood what she wanted to say, but honestly, nothing will change my mind now.
"Look, do you see this gun? And this, do you see how big and full of muscles this man is?"
I said as I showed her Artem's gun and showed her his packed stomach. The man was built like a tank.
I mean, even the bouncers in this club fade beside him; nothing and no one can even look our way.
I waved at her dismissively, then focused on the place, looking around with a huge smile on my face.
I'm not new to this kind of life, but at the same time, I don't indulge myself because it is not my thing.
I might have been a mafia girl, but we have rules too. My father wanted me to have my degree and then focus on building a career. He isn't like those mafia bosses you see on TV, the ones who marry their daughters off to create alliances or force them into this life. He prefers that I have a happy, simple life, and he will find an heir for him, maybe a distant cousin or something, because I'm an only child.
"So it will go like this. You will change your clothes into something sexy, and I will find you a vip client. Your mission is to get something from him. Be it a black card, ring, or a watch, anything that is expensive."
Sonya said, and I grinned at her. The bitch was daring me to strip dance and seduce someone wealthy, and I would do it on one condition.
"If I win, you will do whatever I tell you, do you agree?"
I said, licking my lips and waiting for her answer, even though I knew that she would agree, I needed to hear it and let the other two be my witnesses.
"OK, as long as it is not something outrageous like running naked in the street." She said, and I giggled because this was stupid; what I was about to ask from her was way simpler and easier.
"Nah, you will just fuck Artem, that is all." I said, grinning again, and a laugh escaped me when I saw my bodyguard blink at me in surprise, and then his nostrils flared from anger.
"It is up to you to decide, I'm not gonna force you to do it." I said as I turned around and left the fuming man behind me. I know he would never do it, but this was my way to get him back.
He has been a pain in my ass for a few months now, and I don't know why.
He watched what I eat, drink, or wear. He put pressure on me as we trained. He even asked the men in the mansion to annoy me whenever they got the chance, and we ended up fighting each time.
And whenever I went to my dad to complain, he told me to suck it up and just listen to whatever that nasty fucker said. Sometimes I think that Artem is my half-brother or something because my dad loves him so much.
I sighed, then I watched myself in the mirror after I wore what one of the girls handed me.
I admired my figure and my pale complexion in the mirror, then turned around a couple of times. I think it is time for me to get a tan.
But overall, this flimsy fishnet thing was cute, and it highlighted my curvy body.
I came out of the dressing room, and the girls had different reactions. One had her hand over her mouth in surprise, then her face went tomato red.
While the other was screaming and saying nonsense, I think she liked what I was wearing.
While the ox man was blinking at me in disbelief, his mouth opened a couple of times, but nothing came out.
"C'mon, I found a room for you. He is one of our regulars, but let us hide your face first. I know I was the one who dared you to do it, but I don't want anyone to know your identity."
Sonya said, and I just shrugged because I didn't care if the person inside knew me or not. This was a one-night thing, just for fun, but, I was very wrong.
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Dangerous Love: My Pet Princess of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.7
Ada was eight months pregnant, sitting peacefully in her husband's Manhattan estate, looking at a baby nursery catalog.
Suddenly, her husband's mistress, Jacklyn, walked in, threw an ultrasound photo on the table, and locked the door.
Before Ada could process the betrayal, Jacklyn dragged her to the top of the marble staircase and threw herself backward just as Desmond walked through the front doors.
"She pushed me, Desmond! She tried to kill our baby!"
Desmond looked at Ada with absolute hatred.
He ignored Ada's breaking water and her agonizing screams for help, leaving her to miscarry on the freezing floor while he rushed Jacklyn to the hospital.
He sent Ada to a brutal federal prison for three years, where she was tortured and left with a body covered in horrific scars, mourning the baby she was told died at birth.
When Ada was finally released, Desmond destroyed her cousin's company to force her back to his estate as a lowly maid.
But when Ada saw Jacklyn's three-year-old son, her world stopped.
Right in the center of the little boy's palm was a faint crescent moon birthmark.
It was the exact same mark Ada had kissed on her own lifeless baby's tiny hand before the doctors took his body away.
How did her dead child become Jacklyn's little prince?
Looking at the woman who stole her life and the husband who threw her in hell, Ada clenched her scarred hands and swore she would tear their world apart to get her son back.
9.0
I am the undisputed ice queen of the ER, a doctor whose life is built on absolute control. A month ago, I impulsively married a stranger to create a legal shield against my ex-mentor's betrayal.
Our prenup had one strict rule: a fake marriage with zero interference in each other's lives. But tonight, my "husband on paper" was wheeled into my ER, unconscious, reeking of cheap whiskey, and suffering from a bleeding ulcer.
To authorize his emergency surgery, I had to sign the consent form as his wife, detonating a gossip bomb among my colleagues. Worse, his overbearing family found out he was hospitalized. To stop his terrifying mother from flying in and exposing our sham marriage, I had to lean over his hospital bed and take a fake, loving couple's selfie.
I didn't understand why this disciplined math professor was suddenly drinking himself to death, nor why my chest tightened when he looked at me with exhausted eyes and begged for homemade soup. My perfectly ordered, untouchable life was crumbling into a chaotic mess, and I was losing my grip on the narrative.
"We should probably spend some time together beforehand. We could be roommates."
To prepare for an unavoidable family dinner and a wedding, my stranger husband just asked me to move into his apartment. The ultimate uncontrolled variable has just crossed the line, and our fake marriage is about to become dangerously real.
7.3
Ten years ago, I was banished from my pack, branded a whore and a traitor for allegedly drugging and stealing my sister's fated mate.
Now, I was summoned back because my father, the Alpha who disowned me, was dying from a poisoned attack.
Standing by his deathbed, a locked memory finally surfaced—I didn't drug anyone. My husband and I were both victims, poisoned with wolfsbane to force our mating.
But before my father could reveal who orchestrated the setup, his heart monitor flatlined.
My brother instantly shoved me to the ground, pointing a trembling finger at my face.
"You killed him. I will hunt you, I will break you, and I will make your life a living hell."
Even my husband, Kieran, the man I was forced to marry to save our unborn child, walked right past me in the hospital corridor.
He didn't spare me a single glance, choosing instead to gently comfort my mother while I sat bruised and shattered on the cold floor.
I didn't understand why my own family hated me so blindly, and I understood even less who had framed me a decade ago.
What terrified my father so much in his final moments that he couldn't even speak the culprit's name?
Watching my cold husband walk away with the family that abandoned me, the last shred of my naive hope died.
I wiped my tears and stood up. This time, I was going to tear this pack apart to find the truth.
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
7.4
I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez.
On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight.
But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next.
Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup.
He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet.
Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated.
For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe.
Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow.
"Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago."
My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder.
Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre.
I thought the fire was the end.
But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter.
I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began.
This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.
7.5
After spending five grueling years securing the Madden Pack's empire, I thought my Alpha mate and I were finally building a perfect family.
But on my birthday, I returned home to find a thick, impenetrable wall of ice in our Mate bond.
Caden had completely shut me out to throw a lavish party for my half-sister, Adalynn.
He let Adalynn pollute our penthouse with her cheap perfume and brainwash my five-year-old daughter, Elara.
"Auntie Adalynn is a million times better than Mommy!"
Elara chirped happily to a camera, while Caden watched with a doting smile.
He publicly humiliated me, commanded the servants to ignore me, and deliberately fed Elara severe allergens just to spite my maternal rules.
When my pup ended up in the pack hospital gasping for air, Caden confiscated her tablet and roared at her to stop crying for the mother who "abandoned" her.
My heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces.
I couldn't understand how the man destined to protect my soul could twist my love into cruelty and use our helpless cub as a punching bag for his ego.
But the weeping, pathetic Luna died right there.
I calmly signed the divorce papers, surrendered all my assets, and walked out into the cold night.
Opening my encrypted laptop, I reclaimed my hidden identity as the global elite hacker "Ghost" and initiated a lethal protocol.
It was time to burn his entire world to the ground.
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