Irresistible Chains: I Sold Myself To My Guardian Devil
Eight years ago, Rosalyn sold herself for money, and Nathan became her first and only client.
Now, with her wedding approaching, her own fiancé sent her back to the same man.
What should have been one more humiliating transaction dragged her into Nathan's dangerous orbit again-an orbit he had no intention of letting her escape.
As her fiancé cheated and schemed, Nathan crushed him in secret.
When rumors tore at her name, he spent freely to protect her.
But just when he reached for forever, Rosalyn walked away, leaving behind a truth written in blood, loss, and the child they never got to keep.
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Chapter 2
Nathan frowned, and confusion showed clearly on his face. "What are you talking about?"
He had no idea Rosalyn had been pregnant five years ago. He thought she was just overwhelmed, thus speaking without thinking.
"So you really care about Andrew that much?" Nathan asked sharply. "Tell me, how far does that love go?"
The question caught Rosalyn off guard. She froze, unsure how to answer. Did love still matter at all? She'd gone through too much, and her heart was shattered. Now, all she wanted was a quiet life. A home that felt warm. She wanted to marry Andrew and live a peaceful life together.
She was so close to having it. Then, Nathan reappeared and messed everything up.
The doorbell suddenly rang.
Rosalyn flinched.
Nathan didn't think twice. He turned and walked toward the door.
Panic hit her hard. She rushed forward and grabbed him from behind, holding on tight.
Her arms wrapped around his waist, and his hands came down over hers.
"Nathan, please! Don't tell him I'm here. I'm begging you." Her whole body trembled against him, and tears kept falling down her face.
Something in his chest tightened, like a quick stab he couldn't ignore. His voice dropped. "Alright."
The moment she heard his answer, Rosalyn rushed to gather her clothes and shoes. She then slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
She didn't notice one of the earrings Andrew gifted her slipping off and landing on the carpet.
"Mr. Harvey, sorry for bothering you at this hour," Andrew said.
Nathan pulled a blank face. "Spare me such talks. Just out with what you came to say."
Nathan's blunt words made Andrew's face burn.
"Why are you still standing there?" Nathan added, his voice flat. "Come inside."
As Nathan spoke, he shifted his foot slightly, and something small caught the light on the carpet.
An earring lay there, glowing under the chandelier. The light bounced off it and made it stand out even more.
Andrew recognized it right away. He had picked that earring himself. Beneath his suit, his muscles tightened. He didn't show it on his face, though. Instead, he lowered his gaze and stepped forward, pressing his shoe down over it.
Nathan noticed everything Andrew did. He watched, and the look in his eyes turned sharp with mockery. Years ago, Rosalyn had taken a huge breakup fee and disappeared without a word, only to be with such a loser.
Nathan leaned back on the sofa. His robe hung loose, showing the hickeys on his chest without any attempt to hide them. He watched Andrew struggle to hide his anger and embarrassment.
"Mr. Harvey, I came to ask if you've seen my fiancée," Andrew said. "She was supposed to drop off some documents, but I haven't been able to reach her."
Nathan raised a brow. "Your fiancée?"
"Yes. Rosalyn Carter."
Nathan gave a slow nod. "You only came looking for her now? If something had gone wrong, Miss Carter might've..."
He left the sentence unfinished, but the meaning hit just the same. Andrew's face grew even redder.
Nathan seemed to lose interest after that. He reached for the documents on the table and flipped through them without much care. "Mr. Murray, did you always ask your fiancée to meet with male business partners on your behalf?"
The question didn't sit right with Andrew, but he still forced a polite smile. "I had an important meeting and couldn't step away. So I asked her to deliver the files for me. That's on me. It won't happen again."
Even as he spoke, his eyes kept drifting toward the bathroom door. Through the faint outline, he could make out the shape of someone standing inside. Could it be...
Andrew said, "Mr. Harvey, now that the documents are with you, I hope you can look them over soon. This project's getting a lot of attention, and I don't want someone else to take it instead."
A low chuckle slipped out of Nathan. "Since when did the Harvey Group ever worry about losing to anyone? If something slips out of my hands, I'll take it back myself. That includes people. You get what I'm saying?"
The meaning behind his words didn't need to be spelled out.
Andrew felt the pressure in Nathan's gaze, and the smile on his face stiffened.
Andrew said, "Since the documents are delivered, and my fiancée isn't here, I'll take my leave, Mr. Harvey."
Nathan gave no reply, as if Andrew were not even present.
Turning around, Andrew gazed at the bathroom door for a few seconds before finally walking out.
Once Andrew left, Nathan walked over and tapped on the bathroom door. "You can come out. He's gone."
Rosalyn threw her clothes back on in a hurry and didn't even bother fixing her hair. She felt a moment of relief, but it didn't last. The way she looked at Nathan still carried caution, and there was clear hatred behind it.
He let out a short scoff when he saw her expression. "I helped you out, and that's the face you give me? Rosalyn, you should think carefully about how you'll explain this when you go back. Do you really think he didn't notice what happened here, or do you believe he just doesn't recognize your scent?"
Rosalyn stiffened and responded coldly, "He's nothing like you. He won't see me that way."
"You really don't understand him. For fifty million, even if he walked in and saw everything, he'd act as if nothing had happened. You think he couldn't have sent someone else to deliver those documents?"
"Nathan Harvey!" Rosalyn snapped, anger rising fast. "Not everyone's as disgusting as you!"
"Disgusting?" Nathan reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his face calm. "Your fiancé comes from a respectable family, doesn't he? Both parents are university professors. What do you think happens if they find out about your past? The nights you spent with me. Everything you learned in my bed. Do you think they would still welcome you into that family?"
His words struck her hard. A sharp pain throbbed at her temples, and her whole body started to shake.
She bit her lips until she tasted blood. When she spoke, her voice was low. "Nathan, what do you want from me?"
"Go and tell them everything."
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I spent our third anniversary alone in our penthouse, adjusting a white rose and waiting for a man who didn't want to come home. When my fiancé, Chris Osborne, finally arrived, he didn't notice the 1982 Lafite or the dinner I’d prepared. He looked at me with disgust, calling my desire for a wedding date "pressure" before storming out to a private club.
I followed him, hiding behind a marble pillar at The Vault as I recorded his voice on my phone. He was laughing with his friends about a $20 million bet. He called me a "boring ice queen" and a "marble statue," explaining that he only needed to keep me around until the merger closed so he could steal my shares and "cut me loose." To make it worse, my own father was in on it, prioritizing his stock price over his daughter's life.
Broken and barefoot in a torrential Manhattan downpour, I sought refuge at the Four Seasons. I collapsed into the arms of a tall, dangerous-looking stranger and begged him to take me upstairs. I wanted to be erased, to forget the transaction my life had become. After a night of salt and desperation, I left my engagement ring on his nightstand as payment for services rendered and fled.
The next morning, I realized I had jumped from the frying pan into the furnace. My "stranger" wasn't a nobody. He was Gallagher Osborne—the ruthless patriarch of the family and my fiancé’s uncle. He tracked me to a private clinic, trapping me in a room while holding my medical file and the ring I’d discarded. He told me I was his now, and that he’d dismantle Chris piece by piece if I didn't comply.
I was a piece of currency to my father, a bet to my fiancé, and a prize to his uncle. I had no allies, no escape, and no mercy left. I realized that being the "perfect daughter" had only made me a target. If they wanted to play games with the "Ice Queen," I decided to give them a frostbite they would never forget.
I trashed my art gallery, backdated a diagnosis for a psychotic break, and sent a cryptic suicide note to Chris. As Gallagher watched from the shadows and Chris panicked over his investment, I began the process of scorching the earth. The merger was still happening, but I wasn't the bride anymore—I was the wrecking ball.
8.6
Amara's life has always been predictable-until the shadows start watching her. Footsteps follow her on empty streets, strange chills scrape down her spine, and something ancient tracks her every move from the dark.
Everything changes the night a terrifying wolf-like creature lunges out of the darkness and leaves her fighting for her life. Just when all hope slips away, a mysterious man steps in-sleek, powerful, and gone before she can speak his name.
Haunted by the memory of his golden eyes, Amara begins to unravel a truth she never imagined. A creature in the night. A man in the shadows. A bond that defies logic. Her search for answers leads her to a hidden library and a forgotten article that exposes a world she was never meant to discover, one of magic, danger, and beings who walk between realms.
From the veil of the other world, Kael watches her. Her guardian. Her burden. The one fate bound to her long before she was born. And every day, the pull between them grows stronger... and harder for him to fight.
As enemies gather in both realms, Amara must face the darkness hunting her and the bond tying her to Kael. Because when shadow meets destiny, survival demands trust, courage,
and a heart willing to walk into the dark.
7.3
Jolene flies to Italy broke and desperate for a PA job. She walks into the wrong room and finds a man naked in the shower. She can't stop staring. He notices.
The interview is brutal. Two men, Marco and Enzo, tear her apart, humiliate her, and dismiss her. She thinks she failed.
Then Enzo gets in the car. It was all a test. They wanted to see if she'd break. She didn't. The job is hers.
But they don't want a normal assistant. They want control. They touch her when they want, stand too close, give orders that cross every line.
On her first night, Marco tells her to take off her blouse.
Jolene has to choose: obey or walk away with nothing.
The problem? Part of her doesn't want to leave.
7.5
I run my family's political dynasty with an iron fist. From my father’s Senate votes to my own calculated engagement, every move is mine to control.
Then, in a single evening, my ambitious stepmother made her play. She used our housekeeper as a spy and orchestrated a scandal involving my fiancé and stepsister, designed to shatter my reputation and power.
They thought they could break me. Within twelve hours, the spy was dead on the marble floor of my foyer. My fiancé’s family was blackmailed into silence. My stepsister was exiled to a Swiss boarding school, and I stripped my own father of his authority for his weakness.
As for my stepmother, Bronte, I had her declared mentally unstable and forcibly taken to a remote facility in Montana, completely cut off from the world.
Everyone saw a cold-hearted coup, but they didn't know the secret I held. I had proof that Bronte had systematically orchestrated my brother’s death years ago, all to position her own son to inherit everything. This wasn't about power; it was vengeance.
But winning the war at home has put me on a much deadlier board. Now, I'm preparing for a dinner with Eldridge Marsh—the most dangerous man in Washington—who wants to decide if I'm a player he can use, or a threat he needs to destroy.
7.7
Olivia Pearson is just a pawn – a wife bought to rescue her father's ailing business. Her husband, Sebastian, maintains his icy grip over her life and escape feels like a pipe dream. But when Olivia uncovers the secrets of his empire filled with lies and illicit dealings, she decides to take control. The more she tries to figure things out, the more she realizes that the only person who can assist her might be Ethan Blackwood, Sebastian's brother, and the man who has captured her heart.
Now Olivia is sandwiched between two brothers. The choice to make is simple but painfully difficult; the husband who owns her or the difficult, yet enticing lover who comes with freedom.
It remains to be seen what is more perilous: that decision, or the consequences that follow.
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9.7
She came to kill him.
He made her his queen.
Valeria Romano spent five years with one purpose ... destroy Lorenzo De Luca, the mafia king who murdered her father. She trained in silence, sacrificed everything, and finally had him in her crosshairs on a cold Sicilian night.
Then he showed her the truth.
Her father's killer was never Lorenzo.
It was the man who held her at the funeral. The man she called every week for five years. The man who handed her the wrong name and watched her walk toward the wrong target while he rebuilt his empire on her father's grave.
Her uncle Marco.
Now Valeria is bound to the enemy she came to destroy ... in a contract marriage she didn't choose, inside a world she doesn't yet understand, hunting a man who has been ten steps ahead of everyone for twenty years.
But Marco has never faced a woman who has nothing left to lose.
As the truth unravels and the bodies pile up and the line between hatred and something far more dangerous begins to blur ... Valeria must decide who she is willing to become to protect the people she loves.
Because in Lorenzo De Luca's world, power is everything.
And she is about to become the most powerful thing in it.
Some wars are fought with guns. The deadliest ones are fought from the inside.