FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST
Pose for the portrait, Anna," her uncle said.
Anna was an instrument used by her uncle for wealth. Her beauty sold, but it still couldn't buy her freedom. Feeling nobody would ever come for her, she grew helpless-until he came in a disguise. She felt him instantly, and her innocence was claimed by him. She finds herself wanting him more every day.
Who is he?
What will her uncle do when he finds out?
Will he be her savior... or become her worst nightmare?
Find out in FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST.
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Chapter 1
"You can't hide from me, Anna!" Anna ran in the woods, the birds singing, the echoes of the cold and dark forest loud around her. Two strong men chased her fiercely, neither of them wearing a smile. She ran tiredly and decided to rest at a tall tree close by, hiding herself there. She sat down, crying silently, looking at the two men who ran in the opposite direction close to her. "Anna, come out now!" she heard her uncle calling. "There are wolves and poisonous snakes in these woods. If you don't come home, you won't survive the night here!" Walking closely on the dry grass, Anna could hear his footsteps coming closer to the trunk she was hiding behind. She covered her mouth, avoiding even the slightest sound. Breathing heavily, she didn't move an inch. She stood motionless under the dark shadows of the trunk as her uncle Arnold walked past her. She remained still. "Anna!" he called again. "You can't hide that beauty from the world. I'm doing you a great favor-let the world see you." His voice echoed through the dark and silent woods. From where she was hiding, she could see the two men and her uncle searching for her as they split into different directions. She saw them leaving and decided to look for a safer spot. As she tiptoed backward, trying to escape, she ran into her uncle. He was grinning wickedly, looking at her with evil intentions. He held onto her tightly, as if he wanted to rip her skin off her flesh. "Hey, beautiful... where do you think you're going?" he said. Anna's heart skipped a beat as she shouted, "Nooooo!" With a heavy heartbeat and a thunderstorm raging outside, Carden woke up. He looked around and saw his friend lying close to him. His heart was still pounding heavily. He stood up to close the window because rain was splashing onto the floor through it. He walked back to the bed. "This feels so real... Who's the distressed lady? I haven't met her once, but her tears keep tormenting my every dream. This is more than a dream-it's a call for redemption," he said quietly amidst the thunderstorm outside. "I will find her," he whispered, lying down on the bed and trying to get more sleep, but he ended up counting the ceiling instead. In the Morning "What's up, man?" Carlos said, looking at Carden who was walking toward the kitchen looking tired. "I heard you shouting last night but I was too tired to wake up. Still that nightmare again, right?" Carlos asked rhetorically, like he already knew the cause of Carden's sleepless nights. "Yes, that nightmare again. It feels so real. It seems like a cry for redemption, but I don't know this lady... so why does she choose to torment my peace? It's crazy. How can I find her so she can leave my dreams alone?" Carden said, looking tired and helpless as he tried to make coffee. "Man, you need to calm down. It's just a dream. It will wear off with time," Carlos said, trying to console him. "You don't get it, Carlos. It doesn't wear off. It's been six months now I've been having this dream. It's not wearing off anytime soon." He sipped his coffee bit by bit. "I know how frustrating it is, but you still need to calm down," Carlos said again. "It's not about calming down. I need to find her, or I won't be at peace," Carden said. "So what are you going to do? Where are you gonna look for her? Or will you get on TV and say, 'There's a girl in my dream who needs help. She looks hot, snow skin, long hair-please help me find her'?" Carlos joked. Carden sighed. "I just don't know what to do... but I have this belief that I'm gonna find her." "Okay, if you say so. But don't be too hard on yourself. Before I forget, there's an auction today at that new gallery. I want us to go check their new collections, have a boys' time, and end up clubbing tonight. That might help you cool off," Carlos said. "Thanks, man. I think I need that. Maybe I might bump into her," Carden said, trying to joke but meaning every word. Carlos laughed loudly. "Yes, for sure-your little dream girl." Carden hissed. "Let me go freshen up so we can go to the new gallery." At the Gallery "These portraits are beautiful," Carlos said while looking at a portrait of Medusa with her snake hair holding a man's face-turned to stone-while she displayed her tongue. "Yeah, this is insane and scary," Carden replied as they walked past other portraits, amazed. The gallery man walked up to them after attending to other customers. "That's a fine portrait," he said. They turned to look at him. "Good day, gentlemen," he greeted. "Good day," they replied in unison. "Your pieces are nice and captivating. I really love them," Carden said. "Thank you, sir," the man replied. "But I've got one that's really calling. I just sold a piece of it, and it was worth $100,000." "Wow, someone paid $100,000 for a piece? That piece must be really good," Carlos said, surprised. "Yes, it was worth it," the gallery man smiled. "I might raise the bid next time. It's really good. Would you love to see the piece?" "Sure, I'd love to see it. Maybe it's a piece of Medusa naked," Carlos joked naughtily. Carden smiled. "No sir, we're good. We just need to check others-thanks for the offer." His eyes scanned through other portraits as if searching for something. Carlos hesitated. "No way, man. We need to see it. Don't be boring." He urged Carden not to keep the man waiting. After a long persuasion, Carden agreed. The gallery man led them to his inner chamber filled with dusty portraits that had been sitting there for years. "It's dusty in here. You don't clean this place?" Carlos asked, trying to remove cobwebs from his face. Carden looked at him like he was telling him silently to stop complaining-after all, he wanted to see this portrait. The gallery man smiled. "Sorry. This is where I keep important portraits to avoid them being stolen." He stood close to a piece with its image turned backward. "And this is what I was telling you about," he said, raising a portrait and showing it to them. Caden froze. His eyes widened, heart slamming against his ribs. "Oh my goodness..." he whispered-the word barely forming.
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9.7
Amy has enough problems.
She's the new girl at Fieldman High, still grieving her parents, living with a brother who resents her existence, and now working at a coffee shop just to get by. The last thing she needs is Leo Calloway charming, infuriating, and the most performative person she has ever met - proposing that she pretend to be his girlfriend to make his cheating ex jealous.
She says yes anyway. Because she's tired of being the girl things happen to. Because Michelle has made her a target. And because the arrangement comes with protection she didn't know she needed.
What she doesn't agree to is falling for him.
But somewhere between the fake smiles and the real conversations, between kitchen tables and difficult truths and Leo showing up every single time it counts, the line between pretend and real becomes impossible to find.
And as Amy's carefully kept secrets begin to surface secrets darker, and more dangerous than anyone around her knows, she discovers that the boy who is her archenemy might be the only person she trusts with all of it.
And that the coffee shop she walked into looking for a job might have given her something she has been missing her whole life.
Some things, it turns out, find you exactly when they're supposed to.
9.0
Ashlyn was supposed to be just a fragile college student, selling her rare blood to a vicious crime syndicate enforcer to keep his dying sister alive.
But the dynamic shattered when Alex returned from a two-month disappearance. He stepped into the penthouse covered in dirt and blood, sporting a horrific, jagged knife wound slashed completely across his face.
Knowing exactly how to exploit his insecurities, Ashlyn played the role of the terrified victim to perfection. She screamed, pushed against his chest, and called him a terrifying monster. Humiliated and enraged by her blatant disgust, Alex violently smashed a marble table and kicked her out. He forced her out into a freezing, torrential rainstorm without a coat, vowing to kill her if she ever showed her face again.
What the ruthless enforcer didn't know was that her pathetic, trembling tears were a flawless, calculated lie. She wasn't a helpless, greedy girl. She was a cold-blooded corporate mastermind hiding from a family of elite assassins. She desperately needed his impenetrable penthouse fortress to stay alive, and she knew the only way to secure her place wasn't to ask for it, but to make him beg for her return.
Three days later, his sister's organs began to fail, and the hospital's blood bank ran dry.
"I'll pay you whatever you want. Just get here."
Listening to the desperate, broken voice of the monster over her burner phone, Ashlyn smiled coldly in the dark. The trap had snapped shut, and he had just handed her all the power.
9.3
They say you can't have it all. I'm about to prove them wrong-or destroy myself trying.
When my struggling mother married billionaire Richard Stone, I thought I was gaining a family. Instead, I found three stepbrothers who became my obsession, my downfall, and my salvation.
Dominic, the eldest, cold and commanding, who kisses me like he's claiming his kingdom and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can't control.
Julian, the charming playboy who hides a vulnerable soul beneath his perfect smile, making me feel like I'm the only woman he's ever truly seen.
Asher, the brooding artist who paints me like I'm his muse and touches me like I'm his masterpiece, seeing parts of my soul I didn't know existed.
They're forbidden. They're dangerous. They're everything I shouldn't want.
But when I discover my father didn't die by suicide that he was murdered by the very man who now calls himself my stepfather, these three powerful men becomes my unlikely allies.
First it was a forbidden attraction, now it's an arrangement that defies every rule.
The rules are simple:
I'll give each of them a chance.
I'll take everything they offer.
And in the end, I'll have to make the hardest decision of my life:
Choose one of them. Choose all of them. Or choose myself.
8.2
Being second best had always been my place. My sister had the love, the attention,
the praise. Even now, she had the past. Rhys Granger was my fiancé after she
vanished. A billionaire. My parents pushed me into the engagement, and I accepted
it. I had wanted him for years.
I thought this was my turn to be chosen. I was wrong. One night, he slapped me. All
because of my sister's mug. Got angry and went to the club to cool my head down.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by
existing. It was reckless, It was stupid, It was completely ill-advised. But it was also
the Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more
powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be
playing with.
And now, he's not letting me go
7.1
Warning: R18+
His pierced cock thrust deep, the metal barbell dragging along my G-spot with every relentless stroke, sending shockwaves that made me scream his name. I came again hard, squirting around him while he growled "mine" and filled me bare, hot pulses claiming every inch inside me.
Thirty minutes earlier I'd been drowning in heartbreak and gin at a Mayfair club.
Now I was unraveling in a billionaire's penthouse, owned by a stranger whose name I still didn't know.
One forbidden night.
No names. No promises.
Or so I thought.
One reckless night with a stranger ignites a billionaire's obsession.
Elara thought it was over at dawn.
Damian Blackwood doesn't let go.
When her world crumbles, he offers salvation-with strings: Become his contract wife.
One forbidden night becomes a lifetime of possession...
9.5
The night I ran, I left everything behind.
My dead fiancé's ghost. His brother's cold hands reaching for me. A father who won't meet my eyes because he's already sold me to the highest bidder.
I thought I was escaping.
Then a stranger pulled me from the darkness, and I learned what real danger looks like.
Damon moves like he owns the world. Talks like every word matters. Looks at me like I'm the only woman who ever made him feel something. He says he's the son the Kings family erased, the bastard they tried to bury. He says Evan loved me-really loved me-and that's why I should trust him.
He wants me to sign a contract. One year as his wife. One year to help him destroy the family that destroyed us both. One year pretending to belong to a man who makes my heart race and my skin burn every time he's close.
But the closer we get, the more I feel him keeping secrets.
He touches me like I'm fragile. Looks away when I ask about Evan. Holds the truth behind his teeth like it might cut us both.
And the whole time, I'm falling.
Falling into his warmth. His danger. His impossible kindness that feels too real to be fake.
But if I've learned anything from the Kings, it's this: the men who save you are always the ones who need you most.
And the ones who need you?
They're the ones who hurt you in the end.
Evan knew something the night he died. Something about my father. Something about the deal that would make the Kings the most powerful people in the country.
Damon knows too.
And the only way he'll tell me?
Is if I say yes.
Say yes to the contract. Say yes to the marriage. Say yes to the fire building between us that feels less like pretending every single day.
But when I finally learn the truth-about Evan, about my father, about the empire that wants us both dead-
Will the man holding me survive what comes next?
And more terrifying:
Will I survive loving him?