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 6
The next morning Luca woke up to the burning gaze of Damian who sat a few feet away from the bed on a chair that definitely wasn't there yesterday.
"Are you watching me sleep?" Luca asked, his words a gentle slur.
"What does it look like?" Damian replied, his voice dry as he responded.
Luca didn't know how to respond, He was still a little asleep to be truthful but he forced himself off the bed and walked to the window, the sunlight bathed his face and for the first time he was able to see it, the city this building overlooked in all it's tainted beauty.
"Beautiful." The words escaped his mouth before he could think and he immediately regretted it.
"You'll get tired of it." Damian said coldly as he placed a grey suit on the bed.
"You're heading out?"
"We." He corrected as he turned his back and went back into what Luca assumed was his closet, He followed him and was immediately blown away by the size of the space, Closet wouldn't do justice to the space he found himself in as it had more similarities with a Louis Vuitton Store.
"Isn't this a little overkill?"
"More will always be better than less. Pick an outfit and get ready, we leave in an hour." Damian stated then stomped out of the closet leaving Luca alone to wander the racks and sections of tailored designer suites.
After wandering for about ten minutes Luca finally picked out a black silk shirt with blood red rose patterns and grey khakis with faint red lines running from top to bottom. He took the clothes out of the closet and placed them on the bed, he noticed that the clothes Damian had placed were no longer there so it probably meant he had already gotten dressed and was now waiting for him.
He let out a defeated sigh as he picked up the towel and toothbrush that had been left for him and walked into the shower.
Luca stood in front of the collosal mirror, his eyes locked on his reflection as he wore the clothes he had picked out but even though it seemed like he was in the present every single piece of his attention was fixated on the collar that branded him like a dog, His hands and legs may have not been locked in shackles but in his mind, he was a prisoner, a prisoner to a man who could change his mind at any moment and put a bullet through his skull, A shiver ran through him as he thought of his bloody body at Damians feet but it was nothing in comparison to the shiver he felt when the events of last night flooded his mind, Every thrust, every sound they made, passionate, raw, burning hotter than the sun's surface with every touch and now he felt dirty, like he was covered in filth that wouldn't wash away no matter how many showers he took. The more he thought about the more the disgusted he felt with himself, Damian had used him, fucked him like he owned him and he did nothing but take it and moan like a fucked up whore....
"You must be thinking about me," Damian's voice suddenly broke him out of his trance and tossed him back into reality and only then did he see the look of pure disgust and anger that burned in his eyes.
"You flatter yourself," Luca lied as he turned to face him, Damian looked at him for a second then his eyes went down to his feet and up to his head, Luca suddenly felt naked at the mere gaze of this man, he hated it but for some reason he liked the look of desire in Damian's blue eyes.
"Wow." He thought to himself. Damian took three step forward and now he was face to face with Luca, He was a little taller but by just leaning down a little bit they were at eye level, He brought his face close to Luca's ear and his lips brushed against Luca's lobe sending an unexplainable amount of shock and pleasure through his body then he whispered "Get your ass downstairs, we leave in 15." and with those words he left the room and Luca was once alone left with his thoughts and a painfully hardened dick.
He let out a pained sigh at his own weakness before straightening up and walking out of the bedroom.
As his feet touched the final step that led into the room where Damian was waiting for him a sweet smell immediately filled his nostrils, he breathed it in, enjoying it immensely as he walked into what was supposed to be a dinning but had more in common with a conference room with the number of chairs that surrounded the long table, Damian sat at the head of the table, scrolling through a tablet that was placed on the table and not even paying the slightest bit of attention to Luca who had taken a seat at the far end of the table. The help brought over a plate of scrambled eggs, toast and a cup of orange juice and placed it in front of Luca then gave a respectful bow and walked back to a corner where she stood still like a statue. Luca looked closely at her and realized that she didn't look as scared as the first time he had seen her, now she looked a lot more comfortable and a lot less scared of the man who bit into toast like he had no problem in the world.
"Where are we going?" Luca finally asked a question that had been burning in his mind, Damian raised his head and looked at him for and unbearable few seconds before responding.
"You'll see." He said calmly then refocused his attention on the tablet.
"That's not an answer to my question," Luca hissed.
"True. But it's the one you're gonna get, So eat." Damian said with a tone that made it perfectly clear to Luca where he stood, He might have a seat at the table but it didn't belong to him.
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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.