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 5
Carden stood with his bags, waiting for his number to be called. He held his ticket in his hand, looking at Carlos-who had been his backbone from the start. "I already told my friend in Silicly that you're coming. Make sure you call me once you get there; he'll tell you and show you all you need to do. Another thing-the parish is hosting a charity fundraising today. You need to be there with your disguise," Carlos said, patting Carden's shoulder. "A charity fundraising... why is everything happening so quickly?" Carden, lost in thought, muttered to himself. "It's a risk you need to take, man. For your little dream girl. At least she'll stop disturbing your night rest once you know why she's appearing in your dreams," Carlos added. "You're right, man. Thanks a lot. I owe you, bro," Carden replied. "Attention everyone! The train is set to move. Passengers with B2 tickets should get on immediately." "Oh, it's time. I need to leave," Carden said, giving Carlos a hug before jumping onto the train. The train horned and soon began to move. Carden kept waving at Carlos until he couldn't see him anymore. He sank into a seat near the entrance and exhaled. "Let me do this... for my peace." In the Mansion "Why am I just hearing about this now? Why is the parish bringing a new priest without my notice? Is someone selling me out? How sure can I trust this new priest with all my dirty confessions?" Arnold barked, throwing everything his hands touched to the floor. "Boss, you need to calm down," one of his men said, trying to soothe him. Arnold walked toward the man slowly. "Calm down, you said?" He pulled out a gun and pointed it at the man's head, finger tightening on the trigger. "You think this is a game of calming down?" The man was already shivering in terror. "I told the parish priest that he must not accept a transfer and that he should inform me if he was being persuaded. Still, he refused and accepted it. And you think I should calm down? He knows all my dirty secrets... and I think one of my rivals is responsible for this transfer." Arnold pulled the gun away from the man's head. The trembling man sighed in relief and dared not speak. "You-come here," Arnold said, pointing at another man. "Gather every information you can about this new priest. Make sure he doesn't know anything about my confessions. Find out if he's someone I can trust." "Yes, sir. I'm on it." "And you-" he pointed at the shivering man, "take this gun and make sure the priest breathes his last." The man took the gun, nodded, and left with the other guard. "Every secret ends here... and that priest needs to seal it with his life," Arnold said through clenched teeth. Carden stepped off the train, looking around the big city of Silicly. He was amazed at the towering structures and how peaceful the air felt against his skin. No one would ever guess that a city so calm lived under the harsh rule of a man everyone feared. Lost in the cool breeze, he didn't notice the man walking toward him. "You must be Carden-Carlos' friend, right?" the man said, extending his hand. Carden shook it and nodded. "You're right, sir... and you are?" "I'm Frederick, but you can call me Fred. An average-tall man," he smiled, his hair neatly combed backward, his face almost too perfect-he even sounded a bit Mexican. "Come, let me get you prepared for your task." He signaled Carden to follow him into a car parked across the road. Inside the Car Fred broke the silence. "I heard what Arnold did to your sister. He's dangerous, and a tough man to pull down. He has men all over the city... and I heard he has one of them watching you already. You must tread carefully. I hope you've mastered your disguise perfectly-one mistake, and he'll pull the trigger." "What? He has his men watching me already?" Carden gasped in shock. "Yes. He knows everyone in this city, and he notices whenever someone new arrives. That's why you must be careful and make sure you don't blow your disguise." Carden nodded, still worried, doubt creeping into his mind. I've gotten this far... I can't pull back now, he told himself, trying to regain confidence. Arrival "Here we are," Fred said. A small gate opened to reveal a building that rose with quiet dignity, its pale stone walls warm under the sun. A tall bell tower crowned the structure, topped with a simple cross cutting against the sky. Narrow arched windows lined the sides, stained glass catching hints of color even from the outside. Heavy wooden doors stood as solemn guardians of silence and prayer. The entire place radiated a calm, sacred stillness, as though holding centuries of whispered devotion. Fred stepped out of the car and gestured for Carden to follow. Carden, still amazed by the structure, which is a cathedral, he could hardly take his eyes off it. "Carden," Fred called, "this is where you'll be staying." He led him into a room. Inside, everything was luxurious-beautiful furniture and everything he would need-while the outside appeared old. No one would ever guess what the interior looked like. Carden entered, eyes wide. "Wow... I wasn't expecting the room to be this furnished," he breathed. "Yes. I made some renovations. Carlos specifically asked me to prepare it this way for your comfort." "Carlos... never ceases to amaze me. Thank you, Fred. I really appreciate it." "You're welcome. I'll leave you to settle in. In a few minutes, we have a charity fundraising to attend-and Arnold, the dreadful man, will be there. Try not to blow your cover. I believe Carlos already told you." "Yes, he did," Carden replied. "And remember-you are Father Damien Narvick. I'll tell you later why I changed the first name. For now, freshen up. The bell will soon ring, and the fundraising will start immediately." Fred left, closing the door. Carden felt anxious-but the beauty of the room distracted him. He began undressing as he walked toward the bathroom. "Let's do this," he whispered.
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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?