He Let Me Drown, Another Man Taught Me Love
Nina had been by Julian's side for ten years, ostensibly as his personal doctor, but in reality, she was his lover.
Whenever he was injured in conflicts, she treated him; during his moments of loneliness, she was there to comfort him.
Nina believed that if she devoted enough, she would eventually win his heart.
That was until his idealized love returned to the country, rendering Nina worthless in his eyes, and he discarded her like yesterday's news.
Even his assistant couldn't bear to see it and advised Julian to appreciate her, but he scoffed at the suggestion. "Nina was never part of my life plan. I kept her around because she bore a slight resemblance to Aria."
In that instant, Nina's infatuation seemed like a joke.
When he wrapped his arm around his idealized love's waist, smiling as he asked her to help plan their wedding, Nina didn't cry or cause a scene; she just smiled through her tears and obediently agreed.
Then she turned around and dialed a number. "There are seven days left in the ten-year commitment. I am applying for termination, and from now on, I will have nothing to do with Julian."
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Chapter 6
Nina lay in an ICU bed. Beneath the oxygen mask, every breath felt like knives cutting through her lungs.
She had barely crawled back from the brink of death. The doctors had said that if she had arrived two hours later, no one could have saved her.
But the moment she regained consciousness, she heard Aria's weak sobbing from the next room. "Julian… I'm so cold… Am I going to die?"
Julian's voice was low but firm. "You won't. Hang on. I'll get someone to transfuse blood for you right away."
"But… the blood bank is running low," the nurse said anxiously.
Julian's tone left no room for argument. "Nina and Aria have the same blood type. Take hers."
Nina's entire body froze.
In that moment, it felt as if her soul had been torn apart.
He had once taken a bullet for her. Now he was willing to drain her blood to save another woman.
The attending doctor immediately protested. "Mr. Blackwell! Dr. Avery just suffered massive blood loss. Her hemoglobin is only sixty. If we draw more blood, she could die!"
"She won't die." Julian's eyes were cold. "She's tough. Aria has lost too much blood. We can't wait."
The doctor's voice trembled. "This really isn't possible!"
"I said take her blood." Julian spoke each word slowly, carrying the unmistakable pressure of a mafia heir. "If something happens, I'll take responsibility."
When the needle pierced her vein, Nina didn't resist.
She simply stared at the ceiling, letting the warm blood flow drop by drop into the transfusion tube.
So in his eyes, her life was nothing more than a resource that could be measured and sacrificed.
The transfusion lasted forty minutes.
Nina's blood pressure suddenly plummeted, and the heart monitor shrieked with a sharp alarm.
The nurse screamed. "The patient is going into shock!"
Julian only glanced over coldly. "Stabilize her. How is Aria doing?"
"Miss Monroe is out of danger."
"Good." He turned and walked away without looking back.
As Nina drifted toward unconsciousness, she heard those words. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye into her hair.
It took an entire day and night before she woke again.
Her body felt as if it had been crushed and stitched back together. She was too weak to even lift a hand.
The hospital door opened. Aria walked in wearing a patient's gown, her complexion rosy and her smile bright.
"Nina, thank you for saving me." She sat beside the bed, her voice syrupy sweet. "Julian said your blood worked perfectly. I felt better almost immediately."
Nina closed her eyes and ignored her.
Aria leaned closer and lowered her voice. "Do you know what you are? Just a tool. I'm the rose he keeps in the palm of his hand."
Nina suddenly opened her eyes, her voice hoarse. "Get out."
"Oh, angry?" Aria sneered. "What do you think you are?"
Nina stared at her. "At least I didn't fake an illness to get sympathy."
Aria's expression changed. Suddenly she grabbed the glass from the bedside table and smashed it against her own forehead.
"Ah!" she screamed as she collapsed, blood instantly pouring down her face.
Julian rushed in at the sound. Seeing Aria covered in blood, he immediately picked her up. "Aria! Who did this?"
Aria pointed at Nina through tear-filled eyes. "She… she yelled at me… and hit me…"
"I didn't!" Nina protested urgently. "She did it to herself!"
Julian didn't even look at her. "Lock her up," he ordered the bodyguards. "No one sees her without my permission."
"Julian!" Nina screamed. "You believe her? Are you blind?"
Julian finally turned back, his eyes icy. "Nina, I've already shown you more mercy than you deserve. Don't force me to make you disappear."
He carried Aria away without hesitation.
Nina collapsed back onto the bed as silent tears slipped down her face.
This time, even anger was gone.
All that remained was a barren silence.
The next day, she checked herself out of the hospital.
As she stepped out of the hospital entrance, a black Maybach pulled up in front of her.
The window rolled down. It was the butler from the Blackwell family's estate.
"Ms. Avery, Mr. Blackwell would like you to come to the estate."
Nina felt a slight tremor run through her body. A bad feeling crept over her.
The car drove toward the century-old estate outside the city, the true center of Blackwell power.
The iron gates slowly opened, revealing rows of guards in black standing on both sides.
Edmund sat at the head seat, his expression grave.
Julian stood by the window, the gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses impossible to read.
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7.4
I woke up to find that I had lost five years of my memory.
I was told that I had been married to Caspian, the ruthless Godfather of the New York Mafia, for five years.
I had harbored a crush on him for a long time, so marrying him should have been good news.
But the terrible truth was, he didn't seem to love me.
After losing my five years of memory, he felt like nothing more than a stranger to me.
"Break the blood oath, Caspian," I said. "We're getting a divorce."
Yet later, he would pace outside my door late at night, refusing to leave: "Darling, just look at me one more time, please?"
7.2
Every story in this collection is a direct line to your own wanting, each read leaves you drenched, and craving more thighs pressed together, breath caught in your throat.
From a stranger's fingers finding you in a crowded bar to the slow, devastating unraveling of a woman on her knees, these are the moments you'll return to, again and again, until you're trembling.
Warning: "Not for the faint of heart-only for the Dirty Slut-Seekers who crave the filth.
Open the book only when you're ready to be ruined, and consumed by your filthy fantasies.
9.8
Adeline's stepmother had secretly drugged her for years, turning a child genius into a drooling, mentally disabled laughingstock just so her stepsister could steal her life.
But when her greedy father sold her off to Griffin Herring—a violent, untouchable billionaire psychopath—to save his company, things took a deadly turn.
Before the wedding, Griffin attacked her in a dark alley, nearly snapping her neck before stealing her grandfather's silver necklace.
That necklace held a micro-drive with her family's deepest secrets, and without it, she had nothing.
Back at the estate, her situation only worsened. Her stepsister Damaris paraded around in the Herring family's diamond engagement gifts, trying to force-feed Adeline wet dog food on an Instagram live stream.
When Adeline's calculated "clumsiness" ruined the video, her furious father locked her in a damp, rusted basement.
"Give her to the psycho," her stepmother hissed through the door. "Let him lock her away forever."
Listening from the shadows, Adeline's fists clenched until her palms bled.
Her supposed mental fog wasn't a tragedy—it was a calculated assassination of her mind. They had destroyed her childhood and were now throwing her to a monster just to keep the billions.
The dull, empty look in Adeline's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a razor-sharp, chilling clarity.
She pulled a thin surgical needle from her messy bun and picked the heavy iron padlock in ten seconds. It was time to break into the billionaire's penthouse, take back her necklace, and tear them all apart.
9.2
After his father passes away, Darnell becomes the new heir to King Hotels. But his grandfather-who owns shares of the hotels-wants Darnell to marry to earn his (Grandfather's) shares before his death.
After her father's death, Sasha and her family are left to deal with the burden he leaves behind-a huge debt owed to loan sharks.
Darnell approaches Sasha with a two-month marriage contract for five million dollars-enough to pay off her father's debt and be free from her traditional mother. She accepts.
Things are complicated when grandfather doesn't die after two months, and Sasha is being extorted by loan sharks. She and Darnell must stay married for their benefit, despite their lack of affection for each other. Eventually, they fall in love.
But drama unfolds when family secrets are exposed, old lovers resurface, and unknown families appear. Darnell and Sasha must decide if their love is worth it all.
9.5
One night, I was a girl seeking vengeance in a velvet mask. He was the stranger who took me against a cold stone wall, his touch a silent, lethal promise.
Now, he is Caspian Blackwood-the most feared architecture professor at Aethelgard. When my "perfect" boyfriend, Dominic Calloway, cheats on me and sabotages my degree, Caspian offers a lifeline with a razor-thin edge: Be his silent, nude model for thirty days.
The rules are absolute. I must wear a silk mask and a weighted collar. I must never speak. I must hold the poses he demands until my muscles scream for mercy. In the lecture hall, he ignores me with arctic indifference. In the studio, his gaze is a physical weight, stripping me faster than his hands ever could. But as the charcoal scratches against the paper, I realize the "deal" isn't just for art. It's for the soul I accidentally gave him in the dark. Will the deal destroy his career, or consume me first?
8.0
For ten years, Melanie and Gabriel looked like a fairy tale couple. People envied how he "cherished" her-no one saw the other woman on the side.
When the affair surfaced, Melanie slid divorce papers across the table. "Gabriel, you don't deserve my love anymore."
She walked away, unaware Rhett had watched her for eleven years.
He'd been best man at her wedding, grinning while jealousy chewed him raw.
After the split, Melanie buried herself in work and went global.
Gabriel found her in his best friend's arms, his gaze burning with fury. "Was it him? Is he the reason you left me?"
Rhett stepped in front of her. "You never deserved her. She was meant to be mine."