Plaything Of The Enemy
He killed my brother. I swore I'd make him pay. But now I'm trapped in his penthouse... and I think I'm falling for him.
As the youngest son of the Romano mafia, Luca swore vengeance on the man who killed his brother-Damian Moretti, the cold, ruthless billionaire don of the rival Moretti family.
But when a failed assassination attempt leaves Luca at Damian's mercy, he's not tortured. He's... kept.
And he says Luca belongs to him now.
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Chapter 4
Marchello grinned. "I do alright. Made a nice deal this week. Big shipment coming in. You should see the crates."
Damian turned his head slightly. One nod. Just a single nod toward his assistant, who stood discreetly in the back.
Thirty seconds later, Marchello's phone buzzed.
He pulled it out, blinked. Blinked again. Then his smile faltered.
He swiped his screen. His eyes widened. "What the-"
Another buzz.
And then another.
Marchello's face went pale.
"No... That's impossible. You can't-" He looked at Damian, frantic now. "You didn't."
Damian stood, drink in hand, not spilling a drop. "Your entire shipment is being held at customs under an anonymous tip for human trafficking. You'll be lucky if you get out of this building without losing everything."
"You son of a bitch-"
"Oh," Damian added, glancing at his phone. "Also... your offshore accounts are frozen. Wire fraud. Someone tipped the banks. I wonder who."
Marchello backed away, stammering, eyes darting around the room. He looked like a man drowning in the air.
Damian stepped forward, his voice barely above a whisper. "Next time you speak about something of mine, I'll take more than your money. I'll take your life."
Then he smiled.
It was the smile of a man who buried people with clean hands.
Marchello stumbled out of sight.
Silence stretched between them.
Luca stared at him, his breath uneven. "You did that... for me?"
Damian sat back down, fingers steepled. "Yes , Luca. I did that because I won't tolerate disrespect from anybody towards you. Other than myself, of course..."
He looked Luca over slowly, deliberately.
"And because I enjoy watching men learn the consequences of their words."
"You're insane," Luca whispered.
"Possibly," Damian replied. "But that doesn't matter."
On the stage, a masked woman with wide and full lips introduced the next item a sealed briefcase with biometric locks, resting on a velvet pedestal.
"Encrypted information," the announcer purred. "Compromising files involving political elites, international bank accounts, and government secrets. It's rare and dangerous."
Damian's entire demeanor changed. He leaned forward, the temperature around him cooling instantly. Luca could feel it.
"What is it?" Luca asked.
Damian didn't answer.
The bidding began.
"Two million."
"Three-point-five."
"Four."
Damian's voice cut through the crowd like a knife dipped in ice.
"Six million."
Heads turned.
"Seven," another bidder called out.
"Eight."
Then:
"Hundred million," Damian said. "Final."
The gavel slammed down.
"Sold."
Luca stared at him, disbelieving. "You just spent hundred million dollars in less than two minutes."
"I would've spent more," Damian murmured. "For what that case might hold? It's a worthy bargain."
"What's in it?" Luca pressed. "What the hell did you just buy?"
Damian turned to him slowly, eyes dark and unreadable. "Something that could help me uncover the truth. Except it just turns out to be a trap."
"Uncover what exactly?"
Damian stepped closer. His voice dropped, almost gentle. "Of who was involved in your brother's death."
Luca froze.
His blood went cold and stomach turned.
He searched Damian's face, wanting to find a lie but there wasn't one.
"Really?" he whispered.
"I suspect. But we'll soon find out."
Luca swallowed hard. "Okay?"
Damian's lips curved in something too dangerous to be called a smile.
"Let's go. There's one more stop for you."
They came out and the blacked-out SUV descended into the beating heart of the city's underbelly.
They arrived at an inconspicuous building behind a casino-ordinary on the outside, but the second the elevator descended past the lowest floor, everything changed.
Thick steel doors slid open to reveal a hidden world.
Gunmetal walls. Blood-red carpets. And guards who looked like they were trained to kill without blinking.
The Vault.
Damian's private empire.
The scent of cigars, blood and old money, filled the air. Weapons were displayed behind bulletproof glass. Men in suits with veiled threats in their eyes paced like wolves. One wrong look could get you killed here.
Luca stepped inside a room at Damien's lead, tension snapping across his shoulders.
Everyone turned to look at him.
He could feel the judgement and curiosity.
Someone muttered, just loud enough.
"What's a male prostitute doing here?"
Someone else chuckled and put his hand on Luca shoulder. "He must be here to suck our dicks."
Before Luca could react, a hand caught the man's arm mid-motion. In one smooth movement, Damian slammed the guy's face into the wall.
The man groaned, blood dripping from his nose.
Damian leaned in close.
"Touch him ever again," he said softly, "and I'll skin your wife in front of your kids."
Silence rippled outward like a nuclear shockwave.
No one dared move or speak.
Damian straightened his jacket, grabbed Luca by the wrist, in a harsh manner and walked to the middle.
One of the older bosses, Tomas Vescari, sneered. "You bring your toy to the table now, Moretti?."
Another leaned forward. "He's pretty. But isn't this a place for serious bussiness?"
Damien circled the table slowly.
"Since do you all dare to question my decisions? You shall treat him with respect or else." His face then turned serious and he started talking about bussiness.
"There's been a leak in our South American pipeline," he said. "Drugs. Money. Ships rerouted and ambushed before arrival."
"I tracked it," Damian continued. "And the pattern always leads back to one man."
He stopped behind one of you-Andrei Petrov.
"You're accusing me?" Andrei scoffed.
"I'm not accusing," Damian said.
He pulled a sleek pistol from his jacket.
"I'm executing you based on facts."
Bang.
Blood splattered across the marble. Andrei slumped in his seat, a hole through his forehead.
Luca didn't even have time to react before Damian spoke again.
"Anyone with any objection?"
No one moved.
"Good."
The meeting continued on for a while.
Later on, in Damian's private suite above the chamber, Luca stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, still shaking at how easily Damien could kill. He knew the man was ruthless but witnessing it firsthand was another experience entirely.
Damian poured himself whiskey behind him.
"You look like you want to scream," he said.
"Because I don't belong anywhere near this madness!"
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8.4
Ayleen Avery was just a struggling hotel worker trying to survive her shift. But during a sudden blackout, she accidentally stumbled into the pitch-black VIP suite of a ruthless billionaire driven mad by chronic insomnia.
Calmed only by her unique natural scent of roses and rain, the terrifying man attacked her from the shadows and forced himself on her. Terrified and broken, Ayleen fled at dawn, unknowingly leaving behind her late mother's antique rose necklace in his bed.
Her greedy coworker found the necklace, claimed to be the woman from that night, and was instantly swept into a life of luxury. Meanwhile, Ayleen was blackmailed into a forced marriage with her attacker—Cassius Doyle—to save her adoptive father from prison. Deceived by the stolen necklace, Cassius believed Ayleen was a manipulative spy. He brought the coworker into their home and paraded her around the master bedroom.
"In this house, you are lower than the dirt on my shoes."
He choked Ayleen, forced her to sleep in a damp storage room, and treated her with violent disgust while pampering the thief.
Ayleen was suffocating in absolute despair. She had lost her innocence, her freedom, and her mother's only relic to a vicious liar. She couldn't understand how this all-powerful man could be so completely blind. Why couldn't he recognize the very scent that had cured his agonizing madness?
Staring at the dark bruises he had just left on her neck, Ayleen wiped the blood from her lip. She would endure this three-month marriage to secure her family's safety, but once the contract ended, she would expose the truth and tear down the fake savior he cherished so much.
8.6
As the eldest daughter of the Sharp family, I was treated worse than a stray dog, while my younger sister Seraphina was their precious princess.
When the family needed someone to marry a dying billionaire heir, they naturally chose me to take her place.
To force my consent, my brothers held a peanut butter sandwich to my face—knowing it was a lethal allergy—while dangling my EpiPen just out of reach.
On speakerphone, my own mother sighed in annoyance.
"Let her die. It might be for the best."
I choked out an agreement just as my throat closed up. But the forced engagement broke my sacred mystical vow, causing me to violently cough up my own lifeblood.
Seeing the blood, Seraphina dramatically fainted. My brothers instantly carried her to the hospital, stepping over my dying body and leaving me to bleed out on the cold marble floor.
I had to use a forbidden blood rune, draining my last ounce of strength, just to survive the night.
Even the mystical Order I served offered no comfort, calling only to demand I secure ten billion dollars for them or forfeit my soul for eternity.
Abandoned by my blood family and my spiritual master, I was completely alone, left with nothing but a broken body and a ticking clock.
But they made one fatal mistake: they let me live.
I turned to the dying heir they forced me to marry, a man plagued by a dark curse only I could cure.
"I will be your wife, and I will save your life," I told him.
In exchange, I would use his unimaginable wealth and power to make everyone who threw me away pay the ultimate price.
9.2
Nyra Hearthe is a brilliant scientist, forced into an arranged marriage to the fierce Vampire lord Ardonis Stepanov. The vampire just wants her as a breeding vessel to get an heir and on their wedding-night, he took her virginity in the most humiliating way. Ardonis and his mistress Elara, plan to take the child away from Nyra when its born and divorce her.
She learns about their plot when she catches them in bed together. Pregnant and heartbroken, she vanished without a trace.
And now she's back.
As his new boss and the only scientist who can cure his deadly vampire illness that has infected him. He has just six months to live now.
He needs her cure to survive. She needs his body to complete her research. And this time, he is at her mercy. Their son stands between them, a living reminder of the day she walked away.
In the lab, power shifts and new desires surface, will Nyra save the man who broke her? Or make him suffer as she once did?
7.4
Helena woke up in a sheer silk slip, trapped inside the romance novel she had read the night before.
She was the doomed villainess.
And she had just executed the most pathetic plot in the book: hiding in the closet to seduce her cold, ruthless legal guardian, Hayward.
It was the exact move that got the original Helena thrown out on the street to die.
"Helena, your time is up. Get out."
Hayward's freezing voice came from the other side of the door.
He didn't just reject her. He threatened to strip her of her trust fund and permanently lock her in a psychiatric ward.
Everyone in the massive estate despised her, treating her like trash.
To force her to break, Hayward exiled her to the company's worst design department, a graveyard for corporate failures.
At the same time, her innocent step-sister, the novel's female lead, was being cornered and harassed by a predatory manager.
Helena was suffocating under the original owner's ruined reputation.
She was surrounded by hostile eyes, everyone just waiting for her to throw a tantrum and completely self-destruct.
Why should she be forced to pay the ultimate price for the original villain's deadly mistakes?
Instead of screaming or begging, Helena wrapped herself in an oversized coat and played the perfect, submissive lunatic to survive.
She completely flipped the script and took the terrified female lead under her wing.
When that manager tried to lay a hand on her new sister, Helena didn't hesitate to crush his foot with her stiletto.
7.5
A single reckless action is all it takes to destroy and ruin literally everything in a person's my life. Anna's Life.
She gave herself to a stranger... and the next morning he disappeared without a trace.
She later out I was pregnant with his child.
Her family and friends completely condemned,abonded and left her all alone.
And that was the beginning of her misery and the start of something she never for once saw coming.
7.1
For six years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Hartwell Ware, enduring his coldness because I thought my love could eventually thaw his heart.
Then, my friend sent me a photo. Hartwell was at the airport, tenderly holding the waist of his first love, Eveline Craig.
He came home smelling of her synthetic rose perfume, accused me of stalking him, and coldly demanded a divorce.
His lawyer handed me a thick settlement agreement. It offered astronomical alimony and luxury properties, but it came with a humiliating ten-page non-disclosure agreement.
He wanted to buy my silence. He wanted to strip me of my rights to our son and gag me permanently, just so he could parade his new life with Eveline without any PR backlash.
Even now, he still thought I was a gold digger who had orchestrated a media scandal to trap him into marriage.
I stared at the man I had worshipped for two thousand days. My six years of desperate devotion had been nothing but a humiliating, one-sided delusion.
Hope was finally dead, and with it, my tears had completely dried up.
He expected me to cry, to beg, to negotiate for more millions.
Instead, I snatched the pen, crossed out the massive alimony, and signed my name on the dotted line.
"I am taking the basic child support, and not a single red cent more."
Leaving my five-carat diamond ring on the marble table, I walked out the door with nothing but my old suitcase.