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 2
Oh my goodness..." Carden froze, the breath caught in his throat as his eyes traced the portrait. There she was- the woman whose beauty seemed too ethereal to belong to the mortal world. Skin pale and delicate like freshly fallen snow. Grey curls cascading over her shoulders in perfect, soft waves, framing the kind of face painters could spend lifetimes trying to capture. She looked like a snow queen sculpted from winter itself- elegant, untouchable, devastatingly flawless. Her long, silky night-lingerie clung to her curves in a way that made her seem both innocent and sinful. Her eyes-icy blue and impossibly clear-held the depth of a sea goddess, calling, tempting, pulling anyone who dared to look too long. And her face... God, her face. It shimmered with the gentle glow of moonlight dancing on the surface of a quiet ocean-soft, haunting, and heartbreakingly pure. One look at her, and the world around him simply stopped. silent. "Wow, this is beautiful," Carlos said, cutting the silence. "How could an artist be this good? I'm amazed by the motivation behind this piece. I'm not gonna lie-I would sell it for a million dollars. It looks so real and captivating." "Yes, you're right. But there's something interesting about this piece," the gallery man added. "Rumor says she's real." "She's real...?" Carden muttered, still in awe. "Yes, she is. Rumor has it she stays kilometers away in a mansion. She isn't an imaginary painting. She lives. That's why people love buying this piece." "Wow... she's damn gorgeous. No, no, I don't believe she's real. Such a goddess can't be real," Carlos said in amazement, still staring at the portrait. "I know, right?" the gallery man continued. "They said she's a virgin-she hasn't been touched by a man. Her owner restricts her from seeing or getting close to any man. And if a man mistakenly holds her hand, the owner demands an arrest with a high charge of defamation, then sends for a priest to pray for her. He believes the girl's innocence is the reason her portraits sell so much. Only priests are allowed near her." "The portrait is beautiful, and the story behind it is mind-blowing," Carlos added, then noticed his friend looking lost, staring at the portrait like he had seen a ghost. "Carden... Carden!" he called. "Are you okay?" Carden jolted out of his thoughts. "Yes, I'm fine." "How much did you say this piece is again?" he asked the man. "One hundred thousand dollars," the man replied. Carden hesitated for a moment, like something was calculating in his mind. "It's the last piece of this portrait I have for now," the man continued. "And I don't know how long it will take to get another. It's rare in the market." "I'll buy this one," Carden said. Carlos stared at him, shocked, unable to imagine why his friend would buy a portrait for a hundred thousand dollars. "You are crazy, man! Don't tell me you want to buy it. I know it's beautiful and captivating, but that's not enough reason to spend that much on a painting!" Carlos said angrily. "You won't understand, Carlos. I'll explain later," Carden replied, bringing out his phone to make the transfer. "Which method of payment do you accept, sir? I really need this painting." The gallery man smiled happily at the success of his sale. "Let's go to the front desk. I'll give you the details there." "Okay," Carden said. "Please come with the painting." He urged Carlos-already upset-to walk out of the dusty room. The man nodded, carrying the painting behind them as they walked out. At the front desk, he gave Carden the company account. Carden made the transfer with a big smile on his face, which made Carlos grow even angrier. He still couldn't understand why his friend would spend so much on a painting. "I've seen it. Thank you a lot, gentlemen," the man said, handing the portrait to Carden-who refused home delivery and chose to take it himself. He smiled as the portrait was placed in his hands. He looked at it closely, smiling with satisfaction. As they were about to leave, he turned back to the man. "Do you know the location of the mansion?" he asked. The man replied, "I heard it's in the heart of Sicily. It's heavily armed and owned by a powerful and dreadful man. The whole of Sicily fears him because of the men he controls. He has many people doing dirty work for him. He doesn't tolerate mistakes. One wrong move, and he pulls the trigger. He doesn't give second chances to anyone who betrays him. I also heard he once killed a man who took a flower from his garden." "He killed a man because of a flower?" Carden asked. "Yes, he did. He's very possessive of his property. The only person he fears is a priest. He believes their prayers bring redemption to him. Even if he decides to kill the whole city, he believes that once he goes for confession, his sins are forgiven." "Wow... that's crazy for him to believe," Carden said. "Yes, it's crazy. Sins can't be forgiven just because of confession," the man replied. "C'mon, man... let's go," Carlos said sharply, standing near the exit, trying hard not to lose his temper over the price Carden paid. Carden looked at him, then turned to thank the gallery man once more for the information and even tipped him generously. He walked up to the angry Carlos, smiling like someone who just won a lottery. "Let's go, man," he said, boarding a taxi. ⸻ In the Taxi Carlos finally broke the silence. "Why the hell did you buy this portrait for a hundred thousand bucks? Seems you don't know what to do with your money. Why don't you give me some?!" Carden stayed silent, holding the portrait and smiling happily. "I'm talking to you, man!" Carlos said again. Carden finally spoke. "You think I'd do something this insane without a proper reason?" He kept smiling, eyes still on the portrait. Then he turned slowly to Carlos. "I'm going to have a peaceful night's sleep from now on... because I found her." His eyes went back to the portrait. "She's the lady in my dream." Carlos shifted backward in shock. "You said what?!"
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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?