Escaping Into The Dangerous Devil's Arms
My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family.
Their heirs were rumored to die young from a mysterious genetic agony. My sister Kayden laughed, saying she wasn't going to waste her youth planning a funeral. So, I became the sacrificial lamb.
When I refused, my father slammed his hand on the table and threatened to throw my dead mother's ashes into the city dump.
"You are a struggling actress with no money and no power. You have no choice," he told me coldly.
To make matters worse, my own agent drugged my drink at a business dinner, trying to sell my body to a sleazy investor just to secure project funding.
I was completely cornered, suffocating under the weight of their cruelty. I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could be so vicious, treating me like a worthless pawn to be traded and discarded.
But none of them knew that while escaping the drug-laced dinner, I crashed directly into the terrifying Vaughn heir, Algot.
When his glowing crimson eyes locked onto me during a violent episode of his cursed pain, we discovered an impossible truth: my physical touch was the only cure for his agony.
Looking at the dark bruises he accidentally left on my neck, I chose not to run. Instead, I pulled out the private business card he gave me and dialed his number.
"You need me," I whispered to the dangerous billionaire. "And I am going to use you to destroy them all."
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Chapter 7
Kayden marched up to Gianna, her heels clicking aggressively against the hardwood floor of the restaurant.
"You have no shame," Kayden hissed, her voice loud enough to draw the attention of the nearby tables. "You are just a cheap actress throwing yourself at any man with a nice suit."
Gianna looked at Kayden with absolute disgust. Her stomach tightened, not with fear, but with pure, cold anger.
"At least I am throwing myself at a real man," Gianna said, her voice deadly quiet. "Not someone else's fiancé."
Kayden's face drained of color. Asa stepped forward, his jaw tight.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Kayden shrieked, her voice pitching higher. "Asa loves me!"
Gianna let out a dry, humorless laugh. "Does he? Then why is his mother still setting him up on blind dates at the country club?"
Asa's face flushed red. He grabbed Kayden's arm. "Kayden, lower your voice. People are staring."
Kayden yanked her arm away from Asa. She was shaking with rage. She pointed a manicured finger right in Gianna's face.
"You are a whore," Kayden spat. "Do not think hooking up with some old man is going to save you from marrying the Vaughn freak."
Gianna's eyes went completely dead.
She moved faster than Kayden could blink. Gianna's hand shot out and clamped around Kayden's extended wrist. She twisted it sharply downward and squeezed.
Kayden let out a loud, sharp cry of pain. Her knees buckled slightly as Gianna applied pressure to the exact nerve cluster she had learned to target in her self-defense classes.
"Let go of her!" Asa yelled, stepping forward.
Gianna shot Asa a look so venomous he froze in his tracks.
Gianna leaned in close to Kayden's ear.
"Call me a whore one more time," Gianna whispered, her grip tightening until the bones in Kayden's wrist ground together. "And I will break this arm in three different places right here in front of everyone."
Kayden whimpered, tears springing to her eyes. She shook her head frantically.
Gianna shoved Kayden backward. Kayden stumbled and fell against Asa's chest, cradling her red, throbbing wrist.
"You are nothing but a discarded piece of trash," Kayden sobbed, hiding behind Asa. "Nobody wants you!"
Gianna smoothed the front of her silk blouse. She looked at Kayden with cold pity.
"I know exactly what I am worth," Gianna said clearly. "Unlike you, who has to beg a man for a ring just to feel relevant."
Gianna turned on her heel and walked toward the exit. She did not look back.
As she pushed through the heavy glass doors into the cool night air, a man stepped out of the shadows.
It was Alex Stone.
Gianna stopped, her muscles instantly tensing.
Alex, who had clearly just received a swift instruction from his boss as Algot exited moments prior, quickly adjusted his posture. Alex reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a thick, cream-colored envelope. He held it out to her.
"Mr. Vaughn would like you to have this," Alex said respectfully.
Gianna stared at the envelope. Her heart gave a hard thump against her ribs. She reached out and took it. The paper was heavy and expensive.
Alex gave a brief nod and walked away, disappearing into the night.
Gianna ripped the envelope open. Inside was a single, thick business card. It had a different phone number on it, and a handwritten note on the back.
Stop playing games. Call me.
Gianna stared at the bold, sharp handwriting. A thrill of victory shot through her veins.
She slipped the card into her purse. She pulled out her phone and dialed Brenna's number as she walked down the street.
"Hey," Gianna said when Brenna answered. "I need you to tell me everything you know about Kayden's cousin, Jett Ball."
"Jett?" Brenna asked, sounding confused. "He is a total playboy. Hangs out at The Velvet Room. Why?"
"Because," Gianna said, a cold smile touching her lips. "I am going to use him to blow Kayden's life wide open."
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8.2
For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room.
Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her.
At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister.
When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death.
Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop.
Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed.
"I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused."
She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear.
"My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened."
As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.
9.6
Areli was the hardest-working medic in the Blackridge Clan, but her efforts only earned her the title of a useless burden.
Her supposed lover, Eugene, and her senior mentor, Gloria, lured her to the edge of the deadly Blackwind Cliff and shoved her straight into the abyss.
She miraculously survived the freefall, only to return and find Gloria standing before the entire clan, wearing a mask of fake sorrow.
"Look! The traitor is back! She eloped with wild males!" Gloria shrieked.
Eugene stepped up, looking heartbroken, and publicly accused her of betraying his love.
The crowd erupted, raining hisses and boos upon her, completely ignoring the horrific, life-threatening bruises that covered her battered body.
They blindly believed the lies, treating her like garbage while Gloria secretly plotted to poison her water and destroy her completely.
Areli felt a chilling sense of betrayal. How could the man who claimed to love her watch her fall with such cold eyes?
To make matters worse, her modern biochemist instincts revealed a terrifying truth: she was unexpectedly pregnant with the child of a savage Warlord she had encountered in the wild.
In this brutal, primitive world, showing any weakness was an absolute death sentence.
But she wasn't going to cower or run away.
Refusing the Warlord's offer to simply rescue her, Areli calmly placed a highly toxic herb on her drying rack and left her tent flap open.
The bait was set. Now, she just had to wait for the screams.
8.3
My husband watched as my skin melted, scalded by boiling soup, yet his hands were busy comforting my attacker. Five years of marriage, built on a foundation of my family's power, crumbled with a single, brutal act of betrayal. He bought me off with a penthouse and a trust fund, but I tore out my IV and threw his charity back in his face.
It was our fifth anniversary, but my husband, Ethan, remained distant, avoiding any talk of Chicago or the mafia protection my family once offered him. He then pushed a black velvet box across the table.
Inside was a Separation and Property Division Agreement, not a diamond. He told me to sign for Ilene's security, offering millions. When I refused, Ilene hurled boiling soup. Ethan shielded her, not me, as the scalding liquid melted my dress.
With second-degree burns, he blamed me, ordering me from our home for Ilene’s comfort. My family saved him, yet he sacrificed my body and marriage for another woman.
The love I felt turned to ash. What kind of debt demanded my flesh and marriage?
I ripped the IV from my arm, hurling his "charity" keys back. My diamond ring placed on the agreement, I walked away. From today on, Ethan, you and I are dead to each other.
7.4
In a city where data is power and truth is a weapon, some secrets are worth killing for.
Mara Quinn is a ghost in the system, an underground journalist known only as Cipher, feared by corporations and hunted by those with everything to lose. When she breaches a classified network inside Axiom Industries, she uncovers something no one was meant to see: ORACLE, a predictive AI capable of shaping human behavior on a global scale.
She expects retaliation. She doesn't expect Kael Draven.
Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, Kael is the architect behind Axiom's empire, and a man who doesn't make threats he can't execute. Instead of silencing Mara, he offers her a choice: work under his watch, or disappear from existence entirely. Trapped inside his glass fortress known as The Spire, Mara is pulled deeper into a world of surveillance, manipulation, and power plays that stretch far beyond anything she imagined.
But ORACLE isn't just a tool, it's already been used. Governments have fallen. Empires have shifted. And someone else is pulling the strings.
As a rival syndicate closes in and a hidden war erupts across the city, Mara and Kael are forced into an uneasy alliance, one built on intellect, suspicion, and a dangerous, undeniable pull neither of them can ignore.
Because in a world where every move is predicted...
the only thing more dangerous than control is feeling.
And the system is already watching.
9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?
8.0
Twenty-one-year-old Hazel has always lived in a safe, comfortable bubble, meticulously guarded by her fiercely protective older brother. Her life is predictable, quiet, and perfectly ordinary. Until he steps into it.
Silas is twenty-four, dangerously captivating, and her brother's best friend. He brings with him an aura of dark secrets, ink-stained skin, and a predatory gaze that strips away all her carefully built defenses. He is everything she has been taught to avoid, yet living under the same roof makes him impossible to escape.
What starts as a temporary living arrangement quickly spirals into a suffocating web of stolen glances, unspoken desires, and a dangerous obsession. Silas isn't just looking for a place to crash; he's looking at her. And once he pins her in his sights, the thorns of their forbidden attraction will bind them together in ways that could destroy them both.
In a house where walls have ears and her brother is always watching, giving in to the madness is a risk. But Silas is a temptation she might not survive.