My Bully's Love
We have been neighbors our whole lives and were best friends when we were kids. Now he is my bully who claims that I am his to torment. There is only one little problem, I have been in love with him since I was sixteen. For two years, Jace Palmer has tortured me with his cruelty in the halls of our high school, but how do I make him stop when it's those same actions that excite me more than they should. Especially when he slams me against a locker and whispers, "You've been a bad girl, Ella."
Now that he's claimed me as his own, he opens my eyes to the darkness within me, turning everything that I have ever known into a thing of the past while helping me to embrace my new role in his life. Only by doing so, it unlocks a piece of me that will change everything. Once my true self comes forward, will he be able to handle the aftermath of his choices?
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Chapter 6
I've just finished supper with my family when I excuse myself. I hurry to my room and glance out my window to see if Jace is home. His black jeep is parked in the driveway, so I pick up my cell and type out a quick text.
ME: Can we talk?
Hitting send, I wait. I get nothing back for at least ten minutes, and just when I think he's going to ignore me, my phone pings.
JP: Why would I want to talk to you?
ME: Please, it's important!
JP: What's in it for me?
Seriously? What a douche bag! I sit back, biting my lower lip while I think about what to say. My phone pings again.
JP: I don't have all night, Ella. Some of us have a life you know!
ME: Ok.I'm thinking!
JP: Did you just yell at me?
Oh shoot! What was I thinking?!
ME: No, I promise!
JP: Yelling & lying to me, tsk tsk, You're in for it tomorrow.
ME: Please, Jace.I'm sorry!
JP: Oh, you're going to be sorry! Now, what did you want?
ME: Can we meet up for a minute? It's about my sister.
JP: Fine. Come over, but hurry, I have to be somewhere.
ME: Ok, thanks.
He doesn't bother to respond back, so I quickly jump from my bed and hurry downstairs. There isn't anybody around as I head straight for the door, and I'm thankful for thank, because then I'd have to tell them where I'm going. The last thing I need is my mom telling me to invite Jace over. She used to think of him as a second son and was sad when he stopped coming over.
As I step out the door, I stop for a moment. I'm about to enter my bully's home, what am I thinking? I glance over and see that their garage door is open, and that Mrs. Palmer's car is parked in it. I sigh in relief, I should be safe with his mom home, so I quicken my steps, so he doesn't get angry at me for taking too long.
I press the doorbell and wait. My heartbeat quickens when the door opens and I see Jace standing there, shirtless. He's holding a shirt in his hand, so I must have caught him as he was finishing up getting dressed. He glances up and down the street and then nods for me to come in. Is he embarrassed to have me in his house?
My eyes are still on his bare chest when his hardened voice gets my attention, "What the fuck do you need to talk to me about?" I almost frown when he slides his shirt over his head but cover it up right away.
"Um, my sister told me that you invited her to your party."
"Yeah, so."
"What do you plan on doing to her?"
"I don't think that is any of your business. Your sister is a big girl." He smirks and winks at me as he bites his lower lip. He wants me to know that his intentions are bad without actually coming out and saying so.
"Please, Jace. You can do whatever you want to me, but please, leave Elise alone. She's innocent. She doesn't even know what you do to me every day." I plead with both my words and my eyes, but all it does is make him smirk more.
"And what is it that I do to you every day, Ella?"
"You know what you do, Jace." I whisper and dip my eyes to the floor.
"Look at me when we are talking!" He growls, waiting until I'm looking straight in his eyes, "Now, tell me what I do to you."
"Jace I." What does he want me to say? He knows exactly what he does to me day in and day out.
All of a sudden, I'm pinned up against the front door with his hand on my throat. He's not cutting off all my air, but he's making it harder for me to breathe. My hands instantly go to his one hand at my neck, and I try to pull it off, but it doesn't budge. He steps up close to where I can feel his breath on my face when he talks.
"What's the matter, Ella? Are you afraid that I will hurt you?"
"Please." I gasp.
He dips his head into the crook of my shoulder and inhales deeply, "Mm, you smell so good. I would love nothing more than to tie you down and taste every inch of you," he pulls back, "but then, I guess you're used to having guys taste you, aren't you?"
I stare at him in confusion, "No, I."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" His eyes peruse my body before they meet my own once more, "Maybe it's time that I get my turn, though. Huh, Ella, what do you say to that?" His hand loosens a little bit, "I will make sure your baby sister is safe while at my party as long as you promise to obey me in everything."
"YES! I p-promise!"
"I mean it Ella. You do everything I say, no matter what, no matter when, no matter where. If you go back on your promise, not only will you be severely punished, but I will punish Elise as well, and then let my friends have their fun with her." He grins evilly, "Toby and Brandon have been dying to tag team her since the first day of school. Lucky for you, I've protected her from them, and every other male in this school."
Oh my God, he has gone completely crazy! The Jace I knew is long gone, and in his place is this sick pervert that loves to power trip. What do I say to his offer? If I don't agree, then who knows what will happen to Elise at his party, but if I agree.? I know I shouldn't, I should run far away and never look back, but when he stares deep into my eyes, it doesn't matter what kind of monster he is, my body and my heart will still want him. My heart remembers and still loves the friend and the boy that he used to be, but my body is screaming for the monster he's turned into. His words and the way he hurts me sometimes, fills me with a need that only he can fulfill.
Before I realize what I'm doing, I'm nodding, "Okay Jace, it's a deal."
His smirk drops from his face. He must have thought I would turn him down.
He scoffs, "Are you that much of a horny slut that you would allow someone to do whatever they want to you?" A look of disgust crosses his face, and he drops his hand from my neck.
"No, but I will do whatever it takes to protect my sister. Even if it means selling my soul to the devil himself." I'm leaning against the door with my hand against my throat.
"Maybe I should take you to my room and teach you how not to talk to me," He steps back into my space and with one hand beside my head, I feel his other hand snake between my thighs, "Or just teach you right hear."
"Jace, your mom may see!" I squeal and try to shove his hand away.
"Shut it, Ella! Mom isn't home, we are all alone. Don't ever try shoving my hand away when I touch you." He glares down at me as he starts pulling away again, "You're already breaking your promise. The party should be real fun."
I grab his wrist, "No, I'm sorry! I just thought your mom was home." I then put my hands to my sides, allowing him to feel me up once more.
His hand doesn't go back to where it was before, though. Instead, he brings it up and softly runs circles around my nipple through my shirt. I feel it stiffen, and it takes all I have not to moan. He brings his face closer to mine, staring into my eyes the whole time.
"Don't tell anyone about our little arrangement. It's our little secret, Ella." He waits until I nod my head in understanding, and just when I think he's going to kiss me, he bites down on my lower lip at the same time he pinches my nipple between his fingers. I bite my tongue, so I don't give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream, "Oh, I think I've found myself a little pain slut." I whimper, "We are going to have lots of fun together, Ella. I want you in the Art room during last period tomorrow."
"O-Okay Jace." I'm trying to concentrate on everything he is saying, but my nipple is still caught between his fingers.
He glances down at his hand and then slowly let's go. I feel all the blood flow back into my nipple, and I have to close my eyes and bite my tongue once again because of the pain that comes with the release. Stepping away from me once more, he opens the door, indicating that I need to leave. I step over the threshold, but his voice stops me, and I look over my shoulder at him.
"Remember, Art room...last period. Oh, and don't forget, this is our little secret." He closes the door before I can respond back.
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To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars.
But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life.
Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce.
Then came the real nightmare.
Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building.
At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER.
To top it off, her cousin Josie—who was secretly sleeping with Carlos—held her father's ashes hostage.
"Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush.
Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow.
She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her.
But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake.
They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York.
Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes.
"I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."
9.1
What would a woman do if one day she is waiting for her husband to tell him the news of her pregnancy but he comes home with another woman who is pregnant with his child?
........
Ariadne had a perfect life until her mother died in a car accident and her father remarried, bringing a stepmother and stepsister into her life. Once adored by all, Ariadne became an eyesore to everyone, including her father. Her stepmother and stepsister took everything from her.
However, she lost it when their eyes fell on Xander, the sole heir of the richest family in the country and her childhood love. When rumors of Crystal, her step sister and Xander's dating spread, Ariadne used her everything to force Xander into marrying her.
Despite pouring her heart and soul into the marriage Ariadne failed to make Xander reciprocate her feelings. Their loveless marriage came to an end when Crystal returned in their lives.
With a broken heart, Ariadne left the city with a secret and rebuild her life.
Five years later, she returned as a successful interior designer to design her ex-husband's new mansion. But this time, what she saw in Xander's eyes for herself was not hatred. It was something else.
She came face to face with the same people who had wronged her in the past. They still held resentment towards her. But this time Ariadne vowed to strike back at her bullies.
Many secrets were revealed in the process that made Xander regret his past actions. He determined to win Ariadne back.
BUT Will Ariadne be able to forget their past and get back together with Xander or She will choose someone else?
9.3
Ginny was chained to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding and betrayed by the two people she trusted most.
Her fiancé, Brant, and her adopted sister, Coretta, had just slashed her face open. Brant coldly admitted she was nothing but a disposable key to a vault, right before he tossed a lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor.
As Ginny burned alive in the roaring inferno, the heavy iron doors were violently smashed open. Bedford Parks—the notoriously ruthless, germaphobic "monster" of Silicon Valley whom Ginny had always feared—charged straight into the flames. Ignoring the blistering heat, he shielded her charred body with his own. A massive steel beam collapsed, snapping his spine.
"I love you."
He coughed up blood, whispering his final words against her blackened skin before dying to protect her.
Hovering as a ghost, Ginny's soul screamed in agonizing realization. She had spent her life terrified of Bedford, yet he was the only one who truly loved her, while her supposed family laughed at her gruesome murder.
Suddenly, a blinding white light swallowed the warehouse.
Ginny gasped for air, opening her eyes to find herself sitting in the back of a luxury Maybach. She was eighteen again, wearing the humiliating clown makeup Coretta had tricked her into wearing on the day she was brought back to the wealthy Steele estate.
Ginny stared at her reflection, her dark eyes turning cold and sharp.
This time, she would tear her betrayers apart piece by piece, and she would protect her "monster."
7.4
I was the wife of Damien Valenti, the most ruthless mafia Don in Chicago.
But to cement his power and marry a rival family's daughter, he exiled me to the slums without a single dime.
"Stay not as my wife, Izzy, but as my whore."
That was his final ultimatum before dumping me out of his black SUV like trash.
Terrified of losing me, my five-year-old son, Angelo, secretly hid in the car to follow me.
Two days later, in a squalid Indiana motel, Angelo caught severe pneumonia.
I had no money and no doctor. In sheer desperation, I sliced my own wrist with broken glass, pressing my bleeding arm to his pale lips, begging him to drink and live.
But my little boy died in my arms.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, Damien was sipping vintage champagne with his new bride, casually dismissing the life of his own flesh and blood.
The grief turned me into a monster. I spent twenty years clawing my way through the underworld to destroy his empire, only to die with a bullet in my chest.
I gave him my absolute devotion, yet he traded our family for political power without a single ounce of hesitation.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in that hellish neon-lit motel room.
Angelo was burning with fever and fighting for air, but he was still breathing.
This time, I wasn't the naive girl who loved Damien Valenti. I was a woman holding two decades of their darkest secrets, and my vendetta had just begun.
7.0
My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child.
Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby.
To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner.
They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his.
The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused.
But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.
7.2
Dr. Kylee Mcdonald was a brilliant medical examiner whose life was defined by cold, mechanical precision.
But that perfect control shattered when her phone rang in the middle of an autopsy.
It was her best friend, Dana, whispering their old college distress code.
"Curtain call."
By the time Kylee and Detective Justice kicked down Dana's door, she lay dead on her couch, her skin a horrifying cherry-red from cyanide.
The crime scene was clumsily staged to frame a billionaire suitor, but soon, every single suspect linked to Dana turned up violently dead.
Internal Affairs pointed the finger at Kylee, accusing her of using her medical expertise to become a vigilante serial killer.
But the encrypted truth Kylee uncovered was far more chilling.
Dana had been severely abused by her boyfriend, and driven to the edge, she manipulated him into murdering their tormentors before executing him and taking her own life.
To avoid a public scandal, the police chief buried Dana's brilliant, terrifying manifesto.
Kylee's flawless mind short-circuited. She was a genius at reading the dead, so why had she been completely blind to the living hell her best friend endured right in front of her?
Three days later, while attending a formal gala to numb her grief, a nearby apartment building exploded in flames.
As Kylee examined the charred bodies pulled from the rubble, she realized the male victim was strangled long before the fire started.
She looked at the surviving mother, whose baby had just died in the blast, but the woman's eyes were completely, terrifyingly empty.
The alarm bells in Kylee's meticulously ordered brain began to chime, signaling that a new, deadly script had just begun.