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 4
"Peace unto this household," Carden said as he stepped into their sitting room, looking at Carlos, who wouldn't stop laughing at him in that priestly attire. He wore a black robe with a small white collar around his collarbone, a fake rosary around his neck, a cross in his left hand, and a Bible in his right hand. Nerdy glasses sat on his eyes as he looked at Carlos, who kept laughing ridiculously. "Man, this is silly. I can't pretend to be like a priest just because of a woman. It doesn't fit my aesthetic." "You don't have a choice, Carden. Any other disguise you choose after this would be suicidal," Carlos said. Carden sighed heavily, like someone without a choice-because he truly had none. "If you say so, Carlos... but still, it's insane." "I know," Carlos replied. "I got something that would brighten your mood." Carden's smile brightened. "You do? Meaning I won't be disguising as a priest?" "Not that. Your disguise still stands." Carden's smile faded instantly. "I have a way of making it seem like you are a real priest. There's this friend of mine in Sicily. I called him and told him everything." "You did what?" Carden frowned. "Wait... I haven't gotten to the interesting part yet." Carlos continued, **"He said he has a way of making it seem like you're a real priest. He said he would pay off the priest that normally goes to that mansion to pray for your dream girl, and make him tell the girl's owner that he's being transferred. Then a new priest would take over his position. Boom-that's where you come in as the new priest without stress." Carden smiled again. "Yes... that's a brilliant idea." "Yes-and you'll be staying at a parish close to the mansion. So anytime you plan an escape, it'll be easier for you to sneak back to the parish," Carlos added. "This is beautiful. How did you manage to make your friend pull this off?" "I told him the girl is your long-time sister, and you need support to get her out of that mansion. I told him the owner kidnapped her when she was little and is using her as his money instrument," Carlos said, leaning back on the chair. "You're such a genius, Carlos. What would I have done without you?" Carden said, walking close for a hug. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing," Carlos joked as they hugged. "Now all you need to do is master your disguise," Carlos said as they pulled apart. "Yes," Carden said with a big smile. "Now walk back and act like the priest that you are," Carlos laughed. "It's not funny, Carlos. This robe looks ridiculous," Carden complained. "Yes it does," Carlos laughed loudly, "and now I will address you as Father Damien Narvick." "That's a good name. I'll take that," Carden said as he continued his rehearsals with Carlos' help. In the Mansion Anna was on a video call with her parents, pretending all was well. She couldn't tell them the stress she'd been going through all these years. She flashed back to when she was seven. Her father was struggling, working two jobs to keep the family fed. She didn't go to school because her father couldn't afford tuition fees for her and her brother-until her dad's brother, Uncle Arnold, called and said he wanted to take her to Sicily for a good education and a better life. At first, her dad hesitated-he knew Arnold wasn't someone who did good without getting something in return. He became even more suspicious when Arnold insisted he wanted only Anna. But he had no choice; he wanted the best for her, unaware that his decision would cost Anna her freedom. "Anna... Anna," a woman's voice called from the video. "Are you okay, darling?" She wanted to say no, but her uncle was standing opposite her, staring sternly like he was waiting for her to make a mistake so he could deal with her. She looked at her uncle for a while-his gaze was nothing but a warning. Anna turned back to her parents and forced a smile. "I'm fine, Mother. Work has been stressful. It's not easy modeling for different companies at a time." "Oh my dear, sorry about that. You are indeed strong," her mother said. She gasped inwardly. "I know," she said, trying to hide her tears. "Look at what your amazing career has given us-we are now the richest people in the countryside. It's amazing and a blessing to have such a beautiful daughter whose beauty is the talk of the town," her dad added proudly. She smiled faintly. "I'm glad you all are happy," she whispered. "I wish I would be someday..." She turned her face away from the camera so her parents wouldn't see her tears. Her mother noticed and asked again, "Are you sure you're okay?" She nodded. "I'm just happy you guys are good," she said, forcing a smile through teary eyes. "Okay," her mother said, still uneasy. "When can we visit you? I miss you, my little one." Anna looked at her uncle-he shook his head sharply, signaling no. She turned back to her parents. "Not yet, Mum. I still have a lot of companies to model for. If you come, I won't have time to spend with you. And you can't follow me to work because of company rules. So stay calm... I promise I will visit soon." Her uncle cut her off immediately. He walked into the call, greeted them, and told them Anna needed to go back to work. They said their goodbyes awkwardly and hung up. "You don't tell me when and how to talk to my parents!" Anna burst into tears. "Please let me go see them. Please!" Arnold stared at her and muttered, "Soon... I will arrange that. Only if you promise to be a good girl and don't say anything to them. You know the consequences if you do." Anna nodded, wiping her eyes. A heavy-built man walked in, handing a ringing cellphone to Arnold. "It's from the parish, sir." Arnold took the phone. "Hello, Father," he said. The voice responded; they talked, and he hung up. Feeling unstable and uncomfortable with what he'd just heard, Arnold clenched his fist and shouted sharply: "There will be a new priest!!!"
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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?