OWNED IN THE DARK
After losing both her parents at a tender age, Ciara experiences coldness despite having her best friend Carlista whose parents chose to raise her, she faces several oppositions from extended family and even outside pressure as a result of her inherited wealth; she falls in love with her best friend's brother who refuses to acknowledge their relationship to the public.
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Chapter 1
CIARA
If I had walked away the first time, none of this would be happening.
But I don't. And now I'm standing here, trapped in something I no longer want.
"You petty, pretentious bastard. You don't get to do this to me," I snarl. "I'm done. We're done. Marry her for all I care, but I'm moving on with my life."
He laughs softly, the sound low and mocking, his eyes meeting mine through the mirror. My back is pressed against his chest, his grip firm on my waist.
"It's way too late now to think of walking away, little Ciara..." he murmurs against my ear. "You had years to walk away but the moment my cock got inside you, your fate was sealed. You don't ever get to walk away from us in this lifetime or the one afterwards. I've tasted you, and I'm never letting you go."
My stomach twists.
I try to remove his hands from my waist as it feels like some hot scorch burning through the fabric I'm wearing.
"Dream on Mathew, I snap, my chest rising and falling sharply. "I made a lapse in judgement but it is not too late...I want out."
"There's never an out between us Ciara, the earlier you get used to it, the better for you."
I try to come up with an argument, but my phone rings. I check the caller, and it's his sister Calista.
I pick up. "Hello?"
"Where are you Ciara? I've looked everywhere for you but I can't find you."
I clear my throat. "Just in the bathroom, I'll be right outside."
"Bathroom? Good.. Tony's on his way to you, he's been very worried about you. You picked a good one, honey. I totally support you choosing him. You should see him now."
Before I'm able to come up with a response, she hangs up giggling.
Then I heard him call my name outside the ladies room "Ciara? Babe are you good?"
I go completely still as Mathew suddenly pulls me even closer to himself and palms my right breast. I struggle to stifle a moan but he refuses to have it as I look up at the mirror in fright to see him smirking.
Mathew is a jerk. And when he smirks it's because he's about to start shit up.
I quickly answer Tony. "Hey Tony...I'm in the ladies I'd be out soon..."
Mathew being the devil he is at that moment tweaks my nipple bud and a moan slips out of my mouth.
"Are you okay Ciara?" I try to answer Tony but I can't even manage a coherent thought as he slips his hands through the slit of my dress and presses into my clit while clamping and tweaking on my nipple bud harshly as pleasure takes over my senses completely
This is not fair, he shouldn't get to do this when he's practically getting engaged to another woman.
I try to bring myself back from the brink of pleasure to snap out of it and push him away but no...my body fails me as I find myself nudging at the bulge in his pant suit, moving my hips in hopes of getting a friction around him. He grunts.
Tony is saying something yet I hear nothing as I feel Matthew unzip himself and slam into me.
I cover my mouth quickly to avoid moaning, then I exhale.
"Stop Mathew...I'm not on the pill and you have no protection."
He thrusts back in and out sharply. "Having your stomach swell with my child will do me such pleasure," he whisper.
He licks my ear while I stare at him through the mirror.
"This is wrong Mathew."
He bruises my waist with his fingers. "What's wrong Ciara is you thinking I'd let you walk off into the sunset with some punkass after loving you for three years."
His thrusts becomes even more urgent as I become a complete mess.
He continued. "What's wrong is you ever even imagining that I'd let you go."
I try so hard to stop him, Lord knows I tried yet it yields to nothing as he ignores me completely and simply hastens his thrusts.
"Your body is mine, your kisses are mine, everything about you is mine absolutely mine," he grunts.
My entire body suddenly pulses with electric urgency as I feel an orgasm coming up. Every protest in me at the moment dies out as he continues fucking my senses out of me as tears of frustration and pleasure attacks me. I clamp my mouth shut to avoid screaming out in pleasure so Tony doesn't hear me.
"Fuck...you feel so good and tight Ciara. I was your first and I'd be your last."
His hand remained on my waist as he completely ignores my cautions, getting vocal about the pleasures he feels
"The world be damned Ciara...you are never leaving me." He grunts as he cums at the same time I do, riding out his orgasm high, totally disregarding poor Tony at the other side of the door.
I push him away.
Without hesitation, I slap him hard. But he simply smiles.
I look away, trying to fix and make myself presentable. "Hey Tony...I'd be right outside."
Before I can make an attempt to leave, he moves closer to me, staring at me with a look of regret.
"I love you Ciara...I'd never marry her," he says.
"But there's so much going on that you have no idea of so, please stop allowing any man into your space. It drives me completely crazy."
He kisses my forehead.
I scoff as I fix my appearance, disentangling myself from him. He tries to go out but I push him backwards and made my way outside.
I find a very concerned looking Tony who has stayed outside no less than thirty minutes worried about me.
I walk toward him, enveloped in guilt. "Hey, Tony. "
He quickly checks me over. "Are you okay?"
I exhale shakily and smile.
Together, we join the engagement party. Throughout the night, Matthew's eyes remain on me irrespective of his fiancée beside him.
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7.6
The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted.
Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected.
Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring.
I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction.
A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.
8.3
Ayleen Ramirez sat in the sterile Hope Hill Fertility Clinic, her heart shattering as Dr. Finch delivered the crushing news: her third IVF cycle had failed.
Eavesdropping outside a supply closet, she overheard her husband Don on the phone, laughing cruelly. "She's a defective incubator," he sneered to his mistress Alessandra. "I never used my sperm—just cheap bank donation. No trailer trash carries a Bradley heir."
Betrayed, Ayleen confronted him, but her adoptive family ambushed her at home. Her parents and brother sided with Alessandra, now pregnant by Don, demanding Ayleen sign divorce papers to secure family investments. "You're an embarrassment," her mother snapped, threatening to cut her trust fund. Ayleen tossed back their heirloom necklace and walked out.
She stormed the Bradley mansion, slapped divorce papers on Don, packed her bags amid his aunt's insults, and fled into the night.
Drunk in a trendy bar, she stumbled into a powerful stranger—Burdette Guerrero—spilling whiskey on his crotch, then accidentally grabbed a napkin to his trousers. He shoved her away in rage.
Worse, she mistook his penthouse suite for her hotel room, bursting in on his shower, smashing a mirror in panic. He pinned her to the wall, snarling accusations.
How did this arrogant man know her name? Why demand she sign a mysterious contract at 9 a.m.? Devastated and clueless she's actually pregnant—with his stolen heir—Ayleen sobbed alone, the world crumbling.
The next morning, she straightened her spine in the Grand Guerrero lobby, ready to face him and demand answers—no matter the cost.
7.2
I thought I was just marrying a middle-class commercial pilot who proposed to me in a Brooklyn cemetery to fulfill his grandmother's bizarre dying wish.
But when an arrogant pilot tried to harass me at the airport, my "ordinary" husband suddenly appeared, his eyes like chips of ice.
"Take your hand off my wife."
With that single cold command, he had the airline's top executives groveling and the man practically fired on the spot.
Everyone called him "Mr. Chandler." He handed me an exclusive black Centurion card, claiming it was just a standard "manager's perk." His retired parents, who supposedly ran a small business, visited me wearing Patek Philippe watches. I ignored all the glaring red flags, foolishly believing I had just lucked into a stable, caring marriage after a lifetime of disappointments.
Yet, despite his constant, suffocating generosity, he kept a physical wall between us. After a kiss so desperate and hungry it felt like he had been starving for it his entire life, he violently pushed me away.
"We should take this slow."
I couldn't understand why a man who looked at me with such intense, possessive devotion would treat our marriage like a sterile business deal. Why was he orchestrating every perfect detail of my life while refusing to even share a bed with me?
I had no idea that the man sleeping in the guest room wasn't a pilot at all. He was Harmon Chandler, the ruthless billionaire emperor of the Chandler Group. And he had been secretly monitoring my every move for ten years.
8.0
Eight years of devotion crumbled under one calculated betrayal.
Diagnosed with a terminal illness and given only a year, Olivia faced heartbreak when her husband cheated with a student she had sponsored and asked for divorce.
"She only has a year to live... can't you let her have this?" he pleaded, unaware Olivia hid the same fate.
Without protest, she signed and returned to science, determined to leave something behind.
Believing they'd reunite, he waited-never knowing she was running out of time.
During a clinical trial, she burned through her final days.
Only after her death did he learn the truth, collapsing in regret. "Olivia... I was wrong."
9.5
My husband, Colton, the Wall Street mogul, slid annulment papers across the table, coldly discarding me and our unborn child. He thought he was getting rid of a useless wife, but he was actually throwing away the secret architect of his entire empire. Now, I'm ready to make him pay for every insult, every lie, and every single secret I've kept.
For three years, eight months pregnant, I secretly saved Colton's ten-billion-dollar company from collapse, enduring a cold, transactional marriage.
One night, he shattered that illusion, serving annulment papers and callously discarding me and our unborn child.
I signed, leaving luxury behind. Exposing his butler's fraud, I escaped. Colton later found his wedding ring gone and, on his desk, my SEC compliance fixes—proof I was his hidden genius.
Blindsided, he realized he’d destroyed his own empire. His mother then called, gloating. The injustice ignited a fierce resolve within me.
The next morning, I launched Kidd Legal Consulting. I'd use forty-seven folders of Farmer Capital's un-patched loopholes to force a fair settlement, securing my daughter's future.
9.3
After eight years in captivity, I was finally rescued. I thought it was the beginning of a new life with my mother.
But she didn't even look at me. She ran into the arms of a handsome stranger, her real husband, and I was treated like a dirty secret from her past.
They called me a contamination, a reminder of their trauma. My new stepsister set their Doberman on me, and as the dog's teeth sank into my arm, I looked up and saw my mother watching from the window.
She met my eyes for a second, then slowly closed the curtains.
In that moment, the last bit of hope I had died. The shallow bond of family was completely gone, and I finally gave up.
But they made one mistake. The family patriarch, suspicious after a car accident, ordered a secret DNA test.
The results came back on the day of my stepsister's birthday party, revealing a truth that would burn their perfect world to the ground.