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 6
A soft chime signaled a new notification. Andrew had sent money, but the amount was only a thousand dollars. It wouldn't even cover the cost of a luxury dress.
Rosalyn ignored the transfer and decided not to accept it. In her mind, she was already thinking of a reason to avoid the event. Until everything settled, she didn't want to cross paths with Nathan.
Yet, before the ball, Nathan called Rosalyn himself to extend the invitation, and Andrew insisted that she go.
With no other option, Rosalyn pulled out a gown she had kept tucked away for a long time. She brought it to a boutique for adjustments and slipped into it once more.
Nathan had given the dress to her five years earlier, and its staggering price alone made it something she'd tucked away after only wearing once.
Back then, her figure had been slimmer, so the dress didn't sit quite right on her frame. Now that her figure had filled out, the details of the gown stood out more.
By evening, the banquet hall at the Harvey Group's hotel gleamed with luxury and elegance.
Rosalyn entered alongside Andrew and then quietly slipped away to a secluded spot. Even so, she couldn't escape Nathan's notice.
"You have two hours left. Before that time runs out, you need to tell Andrew everything about your past with me," Nathan said as he gently swirled his wine, the scent adding to his composed presence.
Rosalyn angled her body away from him and tightened her hand at her side.
Nathan's brow lifted slightly as he looked her over from head to toe. "You're wearing the dress I bought for you back in the day? I figure it is hardly worth keeping."
"I just picked something to put on," Rosalyn answered in a sharp tone.
A faint smile crossed Nathan's face when he caught the look of displeasure on hers. "If it bothers you that much, then just get rid of it. Why keep wearing something you hate? You're only making things harder for yourself."
His remark cut deeper than she expected. That dress, no matter how plain it seemed, wasn't something a mere thousand dollars could replace.
Silence was all he got in return. Taking a few steps toward her, he studied her expression and finally caught the irritation she tried to hide. "I'm only speaking the truth. So why are you reacting like that?"
A sharp reply was already at the tip of Rosalyn's tongue, but before she could speak, Andrew's overly eager voice came from behind.
"Mr. Harvey! I'm sorry I didn't greet you earlier!" Andrew moved toward Nathan with respect, nearly breaking into a jog.
As he stepped closer, he kept offering compliments. "Everything Evergreen Company has achieved is thanks to the Harvey Group. You have my word, Mr. Harvey, I won't disappoint you."
He reached out his hand, expecting a handshake, yet Nathan showed no intention of responding at all.
With a hint of awkwardness, Andrew pulled his hand back and asked, "Did you arrive by yourself tonight?"
Before anyone could respond, a sudden stir broke out near the entrance of the hall.
All eyes turned at once. Julia stepped in, drawing attention the moment she appeared. She acknowledged the attention with a soft smile while her gaze moved across the room. It passed over Nathan without pause, yet stopped for a brief moment when she noticed Rosalyn standing in the corner.
Her fingers tightened slightly. The gown Rosalyn wore was instantly familiar to her. It was a limited DreamHue piece from five years ago, with only a handful ever made.
At that time, her source mentioned that Nathan had purchased one for a steep price. She paid little attention to it then and never imagined it would appear before her today.
As Julia approached Nathan, her expression lost a hint of warmth. "Have you handled the issue already?"
The question caught Nathan off guard. His eyes briefly shifted to Andrew, who was still trying to impress him. Without another word, he took hold of Julia's wrist and led her away to a quieter area. "What issue?"
"Did it slip your mind already, or did you never treat it seriously?" A sneer crossed Julia's face as she cast a look toward Rosalyn in the corner. "I don't like that woman."
A soft laugh left Nathan as he looked unconcerned. "Since when did you start paying attention to other women around me?"
From the moment they got engaged five years ago, Julia had always been clear about her intentions. What she wanted from Nathan was his influence within the Harvey family and his sharp business mind. Competing with other women had never interested her.
Mockery filled her expression. "Why would I bother with her? But the one being captured with you was her, wasn't it?"
She almost chose harsher words, yet stopped herself because of where they were.
"Yep," Nathan admitted, a teasing note in his voice. "You've asked so many questions, yet you still say you don't care?"
"Nathan, I'm your fiancée!"
"You may be my fiancée, but I don't concern myself with the men around you."
"You..." Julia's temper erupted, and she almost lifted her hand.
Their tense exchange began to draw attention.
Even from a distance, Rosalyn noticed something was off and glanced their way. She knew Nathan well enough to recognize his usual playful attitude, and it was easy to tell Julia wasn't pleased.
Back when Rosalyn stayed by Nathan's side, she endured very little, since she always followed his lead.
"Nathan, this is the last time I'm warning you." Julia steadied herself, though her voice still shook. "This marriage arrangement benefits the Harvey family the most, so don't treat me the same way you treat other women. I'm not one of them."
As soon as she finished, her gaze drifted toward Rosalyn, yet it landed on Andrew instead.
With a hopeful smile, Andrew stepped forward. "Miss Sutton, would you give me the honor of a dance?"
The floor had already been cleared, and the music began to play.
Julia was ready to decline, but the moment she saw Nathan turn away without a second glance, a trace of defiance surfaced. "Of course," she agreed.
Relief showed on Andrew's face. As he stepped back, he called out to Nathan, "Mr. Harvey, I'll take the lead for now, but please look after my fiancée. She's not used to events like this and feels a bit uncomfortable. Thank you."
Without waiting, Andrew guided Julia onto the dance floor.
Nathan paused where he stood. The chill in his expression faded, replaced by a subtle, playful look. He then walked straight toward Rosalyn. "Your fiancé asked me to take care of you."
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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.
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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.