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 6
At Arnold's Mansion ... In the mansion's basement, Arnold stood with a gun pointed at a man kneeling on the cold floor. The man-Mr. Douglas-was barely conscious. Bruises covered his body. Blood streamed from his nose, his neck red and raw as though he had been strangled. His once-white shirt was soaked in blood, clinging to his trembling frame as he begged for his life. "Mr. Douglas," Arnold said calmly, his voice chilling, "you used to be my favorite dealer. And now you've tampered with something I hate being touched." He walked toward him at an unhurried pace, the gun never wavering. Douglas shivered violently. "I-I'm sorry," Douglas stammered. "Your muse is too beautiful to resist, tho I was only saving her from tripping. I'm sorry Arnold please. Okay I know I need to pay so, Just tell me how much you want me to pay for the damage. Name anything-my mansion in Greece, my beach house in the Maldives, my skyscraper in Dubai. Anything. I'll call my lawyer right now. Please... don't kill me." Arnold hummed, pretending to consider the offer. "Interesting." He signaled one of his men. Douglas's phone was pulled from his pocket-his hands were tied. "The password," Arnold said. "257654," Douglas whispered, shaking. The phone unlocked. "What did you save your lawyer's name as?" Arnold asked, his tone calm-too calm. "The Law..." Douglas replied. Arnold nodded. His man dialed the number and pressed the phone to Douglas's ear. The lawyer answered after two rings. They spoke briefly, though the lawyer was confused by Douglas's trembling voice and sudden demand to transfer his mansion and skyscraper to Arnold. Suspicion stirred-but Douglas insisted he had lost them to gambling with Mr. Arnold. Reluctantly, the lawyer agreed. The documents were sent via PDF. The call ended. Arnold smiled, turned to his guards who were grinning at his instant achievement. "Well," he said softly, "I'm now the proud holder of a mansion in Greece and a skyscraper in Dubai." Then his smile vanished. He raised the gun again. "Please," Douglas sobbed. "I've given you almost everything I have. Please let me go." "Yes," Arnold replied coldly. "But not everything." "What else do you want?" Douglas asked, shaking violently. Arnold leaned in and said sharply, "Your life." He pulled the trigger. Douglas's body collapsed to the floor, motionless. Few shots followed, he made sure he's was gone completely before he stopped shooting. Arnold stared at the corpse for a moment. "Clear this mess," he ordered. He walked to the sink and washed the blood from his hands. "I hate this," he muttered. "Now I need a confession. I can't rush things with this new priest. I'll have to wait... I hope he's someone I could trust." He wiped his hands with a handkerchief. "Sir," one of his men said, "there's a charity donation at the chapel today." "There's what...," Arnold replied in a sharp and angry tone . "How come I wasn't aware and am just knowing now ." He bunched the wall angrily. "What kind of game are they playing with me". "And the new priest will be there," the man added. Arnold froze. "He's in Sicily already?, he asked rhetorically looking at the man He nodded signaling yes "Interesting " he muttered. "That transfer was fast. I'll need to tread carefully." He straightened. "I sense conspiracy, well, get the cars ready. Prepare the orphan donations. And tell Anna to get ready-she needs prayers from this new priest . Let's go pay him a visit, he might be expecting us too", Arnold grinned. "Yes, boss," the man said, hurrying out. At the Chapel... Carden-now Father Damien Narvick-stood before a mirror, dressed in priestly attire, staring at his reflection. "Am I really doing this?" he whispered. "I've never been this scared... or this determined... not even after losing my parents." He exhaled deeply. "For my peace, I'm willing to risk it." He adjusted his collar. His phone rang. Carlos. "Hey, man-or should I say, Father Damien?" Carlos joked. "Stop it," Carden replied. "I can't help it," Carlos laughed. Carden sighed. "Are you ready for the donation?" Carlos asked, growing serious. "Yes... but I'm nervous." "You'll be fine. Just don't blow your cover," Carlos warned. "I'm here for you, even from afar. Go get your dream girl." Carden smiled faintly. "Thanks, man." The bell rang. "I need to go. It's time," Carden said hurriedly. "Be good," Carlos replied. "And thanks-my room décor is lit," Carden added. "You're welcome." The line went dead. A knock followed immediately. Carden opened the door quickly, adjusting his glasses-his disguise complete. He shut the door just as fast, avoiding curious eyes. Outside stood Fred... and a woman dressed in a long gown, a veil draped over her head with a wimple and coif, a rosary hanging from her neck. She was unmistakably a nun. "This is Sister Vera," Fred said. "She'll assist you with anything you need." They exchanged brief pleasantries as they walked toward the donation grounds. Carden pulled Fred aside. "Does she know anything about my disguise?" "No," Fred said firmly. "I've given her strict rules. She's not allowed into your room unless you permit it-and you shouldn't. Ever." Fred warned him. Carden exhaled in relief. "Thank you." Before he could say more, the sound of car horns-loud, powerful, deliberate-cut through the air. A convoy. The crowd turned. Luxury cars rolled into the chapel grounds, guards stepping out first, forming a tight perimeter. Then the door of the central car opened. Arnold stepped out-commanding, ruthless, untouchable. And beside him... Anna. She walked at his side, guarded, fragile, breathtaking. Carden's breath caught. The world seemed to tilt as his eyes locked onto her. Her beauty stunned him-soft, haunting, forbidden. At that moment, Anna lifted her gaze. And their eyes met. The priest froze. The devil smiled. And fate took its first breath. It's her... Carden gasped
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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?