Dangerous Love: My Pet Princess
"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.
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Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Renzo,
"abbiamo una situazione, signore"
"We have a situation, sir."
Dino said cutting off my mussing, I have been on edge and nervous recently, it might be because of that girl and might not, but what I know is that I need to focus.
So when he entered my office abruptly, I welcomed the distraction. I can't be left alone with my...destructive thoughts. Thoughts that are telling me to keep someone here with me.
I stood up without asking him anything and just followed, but I had never thought that the reason behind all these thoughts of this messy mind of mine would be in front of me.
"che diavolo è successo e perché hai quella faccia? è viva? respira?"
"what the fuck happened and why are you looking like that? Is she alive? Is she breathing?"
I asked Luka who looked bloody and messy, he looked like he was fighting for his dear life and barely made it.
But then my eyes landed on the woman who was lying on my couch and breathing harshly and barely looking alive.
I crouched in front of her and touched her neck, trying to feel her heartbeat, and then I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding inside.
Luka dropped into a chair beside her and rubbed his face tiredly before answering me.
"I went to check on her as you said and found her throwing a tantrum, and after she calmed down a little, I began to examine her. But then shit hit the fan, and we were attacked."
The doctor said, making me frown deeply without saying anything because this didn't make any sense. Who would be stupid enough to attack the house of the leader of the Russian mafia?
But then the man whispered a sentence, and it made me freeze for a second.
"Black double headed eagle tattoo."
I threw my head back and cackled as if I heard something funny, which was true, but infuriating at the same time. THE ALBANIANS!
They are back! And they want to mess with me like they did before with my family.
"Tell fucking everything, I want to know how and when and why?"
The doctor told me everything that happened in the Russian villa and I took it all in. It was an awful experience for the girl but I won't lie I was happy when I heard that the Russian bastard was dead now.
Something was off about him and it wasn't the way he regarded me and the hatred that showed in his eyes. It was the way he looked at Misha.
It was full of possessiveness and love, the fucker acted and treated her as if she belonged to him and he wasn't just her bodyguard and it was his duty to protect her.
But in the end, I guess he did his job well, and he protected her till the last moment. Rest in fucking hell, motherfucker.
Misha began to stir, and I stood towering over her, waiting for her to wake up entirely. I have so much to tell her, but first, let me give her the news.
Let me tell her what has been plaguing me for days after that call with her father and I didn't give him my answer so far.
"Hmmn....where....ahhh...Artem! where is Artem? ARTEM!"
She started to say softly, then she screamed the dead man's name, making me grit my teeth, but it was ok. We will work on it.
"You are in my house, a Russian princess. My man had saved you and brought you here."
I said cocking a brow at her and she stared at me as if she didn't understand a word I said, she tried to stand up even though she seemed dizzy. The stuff Luka gave her must be strong.
"What? No, I need to go back and check on Artem, he is alive, I'm certain of it. He will never leave me like this. He always made sure I was safe and sound before even collapsing. This wasn't the first time something like that happened and won't be the last."
She babbled, and I cocked my head to the right, watching her as she stood up on shaky legs, trying to leave.
But when she figured out where the door must be, I gripped her by the collar and made her look at me.
"You are not going anywhere, you are here in my home now, under my protection and mercy."
"You can't talk to me like that and certainly can't treat me as if I was something you own or a property of yours."
I growled at her and she snarled back, making me smirk and I brought her face closer, our noses almost touched.
"Actually, I own you now, or at least for the time being, your father gave you to me, princess or I might say, piccolo schiava" "little slave."
She watched me as fear took over her features and all the fight lost her, making me a little disappointed, and then she kept chanting.
"No, my father loves me, he will never do that to me. He loves me."
I let her go, making her drop to the ground, then I headed back to my office and called Akim, he must have known everything by now, but I'm not sure if he knows about his daughter being here.
The man answered from the second ring and without any introductions he asked me directly.
"Is she alive? Did they harm her?"
I dropped in my chair behind my desk and turned around to the wall window, looking outside and watching nothing before answering him.
"She is wounded but she will survive, don't worry, I will take care of her. Did you know the identity of the people who did this?"
I gritted out the last part and I heard the man on the other side of the phone take a deep breath before he answered me.
"I'm not stupid Renzo, I know exactly who they are. I have known since that strip club incident but I wanted to be sure. I thought that they would leave us alone after what they had done to both of us."
The man said tiredly, and I just chuckled, motherfucker is delusional. He thought that this blood debt was over, but it was only overdue.
"You know them Akim, they are like rabid dogs with a bone, they want to swallow us and take over the state, I'm still trying to figure out what did Franco play in this charade but it doesn't matter the fucker was useless anyway."
The man didn't comment on what I just said, but I am sure that he knows I was right, this was never over, they were lurking in the dark watching us and waiting for the right moment to bounce.
"so I take it that you agreed to take her in?!"
He then asked softly, and I knew he was talking about his daughter, he wanted me to keep her safe and help her leave the country soon.
"I told you, Akim. I am a man with needs you can't expect me to have her with me 24/7 and be a saint."
I joked with him, trying to lighten up the mood even though I was telling him the truth. I have been craving her since the moment I saw her, but I have been controlling myself. The leash was so tight already and the temptation was stronger than my willpower.
"She is yours, Renzo, only while she is with you, but after that, you will forget about her and let her live her life. I don't want my daughter to suffer like her mother."
The man said, then he hung up, making me close my eyes tightly before hitting my head against my chair.
"Wasn't this what you wanted? You already called her a slave before the call."
Dino said from behind me, making me open my eyes then turn around to face him. He was right and wrong at the same time.
I want her but I don't as well, I was afraid once having her I would never let her go.
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Before she could even process the memories of being framed, her bedroom doors were violently kicked open.
Her sister Seraphina sauntered in with a venomous sneer, followed closely by Halie's S-Class fiancé, Jett.
"Look at the disgrace of the Avila family. What a waste," Seraphina mocked, throwing a mirror at her bed.
"I can't be tied to a cripple. As an S-Class, I have to break our engagement," Jett added, his gaze full of disgust.
The nightmare didn't stop there. Her father called, screaming about how she had shamed the family name. He officially stripped her of her inheritance, froze all her accounts, and exiled her to the decaying Southern District to rot.
To make matters worse, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in her skull, warning her of an impending genetic collapse. Without an immediate energy infusion, she would face total organ failure in thirty days.
A ruined face, a treacherous family, a world that wanted her dead, and a literal death clock ticking in her brain. The original owner had died in absolute despair, a tragic victim of sheer cruelty.
But if they thought she would just sit there and die, they were severely mistaken.
Armed with a mysterious system and her brilliant scientist mind from her past life, Halie packed her bags. She chose the craziest survival quest: head to the slums, find the exiled, sterile S-Class "madman" Coleman, and cure him to harvest his life energy. It was time to start her counterattack.
9.2
At the absolute summit of her pop-star career, the stage collapsed beneath Catherine's feet, plunging her into a mechanical black hole.
When she opened her eyes, she wasn't in a hospital, but a savage, primitive forest.
Before a fire-breathing beast could tear her apart, a massive black snake crushed it with a single strike.
The terrifying serpent then transformed into Amon, a towering, heavily scarred man with golden slitted eyes, who swore his life to protect her.
He brought her to his tribe, but instead of safety, they were met with ravenous hunger and disgust.
The tribe's males stared at Catherine's fragile human body like a rare breeding prize, while treating Amon like garbage.
"He's a cursed, cold-blooded freak! His rut will tear you to pieces!"
The Chief sneered, pointing a thick, accusing finger at Amon.
"By tribal law, you must mate with our strongest tiger and bear shifters to give us powerful cubs!"
Humiliated, Amon's broad shoulders slumped, his fists trembling in suffocating shame as he prepared to back away.
Catherine's heart pounded with fierce, burning anger.
When she was about to be eaten, Amon was the only one who bled for her.
Where were these arrogant bullies then? Why should she let them treat her savior like a monster?
As the tribe's strongest warriors swarmed forward to claim her, Catherine stepped directly in front of Amon's lethal claws.
"I don't need any of you," she declared, her voice cutting through the chaos.
"I will mate with Amon and take his beast mark today!"
9.7
Eighteen months ago, the man I loved shattered my heart, claiming everything between us was a mistake. Now, he's back, a ghost of his former self, a rookie tryout in my pro esports team. And I will make him regret crawling back.
Clifton, captain of a legendary esports team, was secretly battling a severe wrist injury that threatened his career, every match a fight against his own body. He pushed through the pain, ignoring doctors' warnings, desperate to maintain his god-like status.
His world was already on the edge, but nothing prepared him for seeing Justice Terry again in the team basement. Justice, pale and trembling, his eyes wide with naked terror, was now a rookie tryout.
Clifton had spent a year and a half trying to forget that rainy Chicago alley, the raw revulsion in Justice's eyes, the whispered "it wasn't real" that had left him heartbroken. Justice had vanished, and Clifton had erased every trace. Now, the boy who once looked at him like he was the sun was back, flinching at his touch, displaying a deep, primal fear. Amidst sponsor pressure and whispers of being "washed," Clifton saw Justice's return as a chance for vengeance. He publicly humiliated Justice on a live stream, forcing him into a suicide mission, then coldly benched him.
Yet, the satisfaction never came. Instead, a hollow emptiness and a torrent of questions: What had truly happened in the past? Why was Justice here, and what trauma had carved such fear into his bones?
Clifton, unwilling to be fooled again, swore to uncover every secret and every lie. He would force Justice to explain why he had returned, even if it meant tearing down everything they both had left.
7.6
I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip.
Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes.
His pale chest was torn open to the bone.
I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop.
He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel.
And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain.
A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days.
My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid.
"Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume."
If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed.
But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap.
How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself?
I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive.
Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face.
"Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire."
This time, I will rewrite my own fate.
8.7
Kaylee woke up to the smell of rotting leaves and blood, realizing she had transmigrated into the grimdark fantasy novel she was reading last night.
A robotic system in her head immediately delivered a death sentence: she was the tribe's vicious cannon fodder, and the male lead—a brutally tortured slave named Elijah—was currently dying on a totem pole outside.
"If he dies, you will face instant soul-detonation."
Kaylee rushed to the plaza, using her villainous authority to stop the execution and drag his mangled body back to her hut.
But saving him was a nightmare.
The original owner's sadism had traumatized him so deeply that her gentle touches and clean bandages only triggered his PTSD.
His feral energy spiraled out of control, his golden eyes burning with paranoid terror as he waited for a new, twisted psychological game.
To keep his energy from detonating and killing them both, Kaylee was forced to act like a monster.
"I didn't save you because I care. A dead slave is useless to me."
Only her cruel insults and threats of future torture calmed his broken mind.
Adding to her despair, she stumbled upon the novel's supposedly innocent heroine in the forest, only to hear her system detect a terrifying anomaly.
The fragile heroine had her own cheat system.
Trapped with a paranoid future-tyrant and a rival player manipulating the tribe's strongest warriors, Kaylee shoved a bowl of hot stew at the bleeding slave with a mocking sneer.
To survive this hell, she had to play the villain perfectly.
7.5
Julianna was drowning in a corporate warzone, fighting a massive department deficit while fending off her mother’s relentless matchmaking.
Then, a ghost from her past returned to shatter her reality.
Eight years ago, Aidan Caldwell walked out of her life without a word. Now, he was back in New York as a ruthless billionaire, and a pitch-black Maybach started stalking her in the dim underground garage.
She had no idea the driver hiding behind the obsidian-tinted glass was Aidan.
She didn't know he had just choked a confession out of an executive, discovering that her "betrayal" eight years ago was a complete lie.
"Stay away from her. The rules are mine now."
Aidan had warned his rivals, his sanity tearing at the seams as he watched from the shadows while a creepy coworker put an arm around her shoulder.
He shattered glasses and crushed her favorite white flowers in his penthouse, driven by a lethal, obsessive jealousy seeing other men touch what belonged to him.
Julianna was completely in the dark, feeling only a heavy, predatory stare pinning her to the cold concrete.
When a sudden, heartbreaking scent of cedarwood rolled out of the cracked car window, her brain short-circuited.
Why was this terrifying stranger stalking her in the shadows?
Desperate to save her career, Julianna recklessly agreed to fake an engagement with a wealthy heir this weekend.
But she had no idea Aidan had already rigged her company's crisis, and the predator was about to tear her world apart to claim her back.