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 4
For five years, Julia had carried the title of Nathan's fiancée.
At that time, Nathan hadn't taken control of the Harvey family yet. His mother's expectations still held him in place, and his overbearing cousin constantly pressed down on him.
Only by gaining the Sutton family's backing could Nathan truly secure his place as the successor.
Fortunately for Nathan, Julia cared only about the authority he held within the Harvey family. She showed no urgency to rush into marriage, and he was more than willing to let the matter drift.
As a result, the wedding kept getting delayed. One year turned into another until five years had quietly passed.
If Rosalyn had never shown up again, Nathan's life would've continued along the path that had already been laid out for him.
Yet, the last thing Nathan expected was to run into Rosalyn at the bridal boutique the very next day.
"I want that dress," Julia said. Her eyes swept briefly over Rosalyn before settling on the wedding gown Andrew was holding.
Rosalyn lowered her gaze slightly. She recognized the woman as the Sutton family's daughter and Nathan's fiancée, also the reason she and Nathan had parted ways five years ago.
Five years ago, Rosalyn had envied Julia. But now, upon seeing her again, that old feeling had vanished.
"It's fine," Rosalyn said gently as she tugged at Andrew's sleeve. "We can just look for a different one."
Andrew responded, "Why should we? Just because she wants it, that means we have to give it up?"
Rosalyn paused, unsure what he truly meant. "It's only a wedding dress. I'm the one who'll wear it, and I really don't mind. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?"
A trace of irritation crossed Andrew's face.
Hoping to calm things down, Rosalyn spoke with quiet patience. "I'm serious. It really doesn't matter."
Before the situation could grow tense, the sales assistant quickly stepped forward with another dress. "The two gowns are almost the same. The only difference is the neckline. Once they're worn, they look nearly identical. Both of you could try them on."
Feeling awkward, Rosalyn took the dress and walked toward the fitting room.
Moments after she slipped out of her clothes, she realized something was missing. A few accessories hadn't been brought in with her. She quickly sent Andrew a message, asking him to let the sales assistant deliver them.
Not long afterward, someone knocked on the door. Rosalyn opened it without thinking. The next instant, Nathan stepped inside, bringing a rush of cold air with him.
"This is a bridal shop," Rosalyn said in a hushed voice, her brows knitting together. "The fitting rooms might not have cameras, but the hallway outside definitely does."
"You told me you would be honest with Andrew. Yet here you are, trying on a wedding dress. Tell me. Does he know anything about what happened between us?" Nathan's voice was cold, his usually emotionless eyes now holding a trace of anger.
"It's not like what you think... I just haven't found the chance to tell him yet."
Before she could say anything else, another knock sounded against the door.
Andrew's voice came from the other side. "I brought the hair accessories."
The handle began to turn.
Rosalyn opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her eyes widened as she stared at Nathan, who still stood close against her.
Instead of stepping away, Nathan turned his back to her. One hand rested on the door handle while he looked over his shoulder with a faint, provoking smile.
He had always been skilled at pushing her patience to the limit.
"Wait!" Rosalyn blurted out, closing the door without hesitation.
The dull thud was like a needle, piercing the fragile facade they maintained.
"Rosalyn?" Andrew pushed from outside. "Is everything alright in there?"
"I'm fine," she answered quickly, her breathing uneven. "Just... still putting the dress on."
A laugh came from the other side of the door. "Why so shy?"
Andrew's tone was mild, lacking warmth or any particular emotion, but it made Rosalyn feel strangely uneasy. That sensation grew stronger when she lifted her gaze and saw Nathan's face.
Moments earlier, he had worn a smirk, but now, it had vanished. His eyes held a dark glint that was unsettling.
Rosalyn bit down on her teeth and pulled the door open just enough to slip out.
The zipper on the back of her dress still hung loose. She turned around and lowered her head slightly. "Andrew, could you help me zip this up?"
Andrew agreed and stepped forward without hesitation. Yet, his eyes slowly shifted away from her back and toward the dressing room she'd just stepped out of.
The door was slightly ajar. Through the narrow opening, a faint shadow seemed to move inside.
Andrew slowed his actions. His breathing became quiet as he held himself still.
"Is it finished?" Rosalyn asked. Anxiety pushed her to leave as soon as possible.
"It's done." Andrew pulled the zipper up in one swift motion, almost catching Rosalyn's skin.
Rosalyn flinched slightly but kept silent. After a glance at her reflection in the mirror, she spoke. "Andrew, this dress feels a little tight on me. Let's look for another one, shall we?"
Instead of answering, Andrew turned his gaze toward another fitting room nearby. At that moment, the door opened.
Julia stepped out wearing a wedding dress that looked almost identical to Rosalyn's.
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9.6
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.
THIS IS A SIZZLING NEW ROMANCE – NO HANDS!
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.