Sold to be a Billionaire's Slave

"You like being touched like a dirty whore. Don't you, Zoe?" "Yes, Mr. Gatsby." Zoe never imagined her life could fall apart so quickly. Sold at a secret auction, betrayed by her stepfather after her mother's death., she is bought by Brayden Gatsby, a ruthless billionaire whose wealth hides darker appetites. In his world, her body is no longer her own. Every command tests her limits. Every punishment strips away who she used to be and she gets introduced to sinful fantasies. But submission isn't the end. It's the beginning.Because beneath the chains and the brutal lessons lies a dangerous connection, one Zoe isn't supposed to want. Brayden is merciless, possessive, and utterly in control... yet the more he breaks her, the more he awakens something raw inside her.Caught between pain and pleasure, fear and desire, Zoe must decide: fight for the freedom stolen from her... or surrender completely to the man who bought her as his slave.

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When I woke, my body screamed. Every muscle ached reminding me of what he'd done. My thighs burned, the belt marks across my skin throbbed with dull pain. The door opened. Brayden Gatsby stepped inside, He held a folder in his hand. "Sit up." I did. Because what choice did I have? He came to the bed, placed the folder in my lap, and opened it. "Your life, Zoe, no longer belongs to you. You will follow my rules. If you dare to break them, you will regret it." His tone was clipped and businesslike. He flipped the first page. "Rule number one: You speak only when spoken to. Ever. Anywhere." My throat tightened. He waited. "Yes, Mr. Gatsby." "Rule number two: Your body is mine. That means no refusal, no hesitation, no boundaries unless you're on your period and I choose to set them." My stomach dropped. "Rule number three: You will kneel whenever I enter the room unless ordered otherwise." The words stung like a slap. "Rule number four: There is no privacy. Cameras monitor you at all times. What you eat, how you sleep, how you touch yourself, everything belongs to me. My cheeks flamed. Cameras? Always? "Rule number five: If you try to escape, if you defy me, if you betray me, I won't kill you. I'll ruin you. I'll make sure you beg me to put you back in chains. if you disobey, there will be punishment." My throat burned. "What kind of punishment?" He leaned down, close enough that I felt the heat of his breath against my ear. "That's for me to know," he whispered, "and for you to find out." I swallowed, throat dry. "Do you understand?" My voice cracked. "Yes, Mr. Gatsby." "Say it like you mean it." "Yes, Mr. Gatsby." He leaned down, fingers tilting my chin up until I had no choice but to look into his eyes. "Good girl." Then, with a cruel smile, he handed me a pen. "Sign at the bottom. And welcome to your new life." My hand shook as I scrawled my name. Zoe Brant. It looked so small beneath his signature. That evening, he dressed me in black silk. A collar snapped around my neck. I was leashed. "Where are we going?" I whispered before I could stop myself. The chain jerked hard, cutting me off. "Rule number one," he reminded coldly. My lips clamped shut. He led me into an elevator, down to a level of the house that felt like stepping into another world. The air was thick with perfume and smoke. Music thrummed, low and decadent. Then the doors opened, and I froze. It wasn't a house, it was a club. His club. Men and women lounged with glasses of champagne, their attention turning instantly to us. To me. Brayden pulled me into the room like a prize animal, curious eyes followed eyes, whispers spreading. "Who's the new one?" "She's stunning." "He bought her at the auction last night, didn't he?" My stomach turned. Shame filling my body. He stopped in the center, tugging the leash until I dropped to my knees. The floor was cold and every face was on me. "This," Brayden said clearly,"is Zoe. She belongs to me. You will not touch her. You will not speak to her. But you will watch as I teach her obedience." Laughter rippled. Glasses clinked. My pulse pounded in my ears. "Up," he ordered. I scrambled to my feet. "Take off the robe." I froze. His eyes sharpened. The crowd hushed. "No," I whispered. "Not in front of them. Please..." The leash snapped tight, choking me. "You dare defy me?" His voice was a razor. Tears stung, but something in me snapped. "I won't do it!" "Rule number two," he said. "Your body is mine." My stomach twisted. I shook my head once. His grip tightened, fingers digging into my cheeks until tears burned the corners of my eyes. "Do you want me to show them what happens to disobedient little slave pets, Zoe?" "No, Mr. Gatsby," I whispered. His lips curved. "Then obey." He ripped the robe from my body, baring my naked frame to every pair of hungry eyes in the club. My arms instinctively tried to cover my breasts. Then he bent me over the nearest table, pulled the belt free from his waist, and brought it down hard on my ass. I gasped, tears spilling, heat pooling low in my stomach. The crowd roared. Applause, whistles, laughter. They loved it. The crowd's cheers still rang in my ears when he dragged me out of the club. My legs trembled, every step a reminder of welts stinging across my ass. We didn't speak on the ride back. He sat beside me in the car and I sat naked. By the time we reached his mansion, my body was humming with fear and shame, and but a part of me wanted more. He led me straight to the room as the night before. His playroom. "You humiliated me tonight," he said softly. "In front of my people. Do you know what that means, Zoe?" "That I disobeyed..." "And?" "That I have to be punished." A cruel smile curved his mouth. "Good girl. You're learning." He tied my wrists to the bed, the leather straps biting into my skin. Then he opened a drawer. And inside lay clamps, gags, blindfolds, toys I didn't even know. He put the clamp on my nipple making me cry out, the sound muffled when he shoved a gag into my mouth. Tears blurred my vision. I hated him. I hated what he was making me feel. And yet, when his hand finally slid between my legs, testing how wet I'd become under his punishment, I felt ashamed of how much I wanted him to continue. "You see?" His voice was velvet over steel. "See how wet you are? You enjoy being paraded like the slut you are," I shook my head, choking on the gag, but my body arched into his touch anyway. "You want it, don't you?" he murmured. "You want to come." I shook my head, moaning. He pressed the handle of the whip against my clit, grinding just enough to make my back bow. My muffled cries filled the room. "Say it," he demanded, pulling the gag down just enough. "Beg me." "I..I can't.." His hands tugged on the nipple clamps. I screamed. "Beg." "Please!" The word tore out of me. "Please, Mr. Gatsby, I can't take it anymore! I'll do anything...just let me....let me..." His chuckle was dark, satisfied. "That's better." He spanked me hard before sliding his fingers inside me, curling deep. My walls clenched greedily. My own moans disgusted me, but I couldn't stop them. The rhythm built, ruthless and unrelenting, until I shattered, screaming his name, my body convulsing around his hand. When it ended, I slumped against the restraints. Tears stained my cheeks, shame burned me from the inside out. He stroked my hair almost gently, removing the gag, unclipping the nipple clamps one by one. "Do you understand now?" His voice was velvet over steel. "I own you." I sobbed, "Yes, Mr. Gatsby..." His hand shot forward, grabbing my chin, forcing my tear-soaked face up to meet his eyes. "Say it," he ordered. "Say I own you." "You. Own. Me," I whispered, each word a shackle tightening around my soul.

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I was trapped in a velvet booth at Le Bernardin, Arthur Sterling’s hand crawling up my knee as he whispered that my father would be in handcuffs by morning if I didn't spend the night with him. Desperate to escape, I lunged at the only man more dangerous than Arthur—Gunnar Kirk, the "Butcher of Wall Street"—and kissed him in front of every camera in the room, thinking I was choosing the lesser of two evils. I was wrong; Gunnar didn't just play along, he took possession, forcing me into a cold-blooded contract to be his fake fiancée to save his corporate image from an SEC investigation. While my greedy stepmother and sister were busy fighting over the diamonds he sent, I was living in terror, trying to hide the one thing that truly mattered: my infant son, hidden away with a nanny in a cramped Queens apartment. When my baby suffered a febrile seizure and I rushed to the ER, I looked up to see Gunnar standing in the doorway, his glacial eyes boring into me as he realized the "ruined" socialite was hiding a child from her past. I tried to sabotage the wedding, setting up my fame-hungry stepsister as a decoy bride so I could flee to Switzerland with my son, but Gunnar caught me on the fire escape before I could take a single step toward freedom. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour and told me that if I didn't walk down that aisle, he would personally ensure my father rotted in prison. We stood at the altar and exchanged vows in a ceremony built on blackmail and lies, but as we walked out as husband and wife, Gunnar didn't look at me with affection; he turned to his assistant and ordered a total deep dive into the medical records I had spent a year trying to erase. "Find out exactly what happened during those nine months in Switzerland, and tell me who that baby really belongs to."

Action Modern Romance

9.4

Defrosting Her Cold Heart

9.4

Raised by wolves, trained by bandits, forged in violence, she was a cold-hearted warrior, but forced to conceal her true gender to survive in the city of Los Angeles. Confined in an orphanage, she became entangled with Lucas Blackwood. Casey Angeles eventually found herself selected to be trained at the world's largest military training base (M base), an opportunity that seemed unimaginable given the base's policy of only accepting males. Lucas Blackwood, the director of the M base and the mysterious eldest son of the Blackwood family, is a legendary figure in both the business and underground worlds. But despite being a paragon, he has a secret illness that hinders him from getting close to a woman, so he has the greatest shock of his life when he encounters and discovers Casey's gender, yet His illness doesn't break out. What will happen when they both get entangled with each other and Lucas finds himself getting attracted to the disguised Casey? Will Casey's secret be discovered? Will her Cold heart eventually be thawed? Will Lucas forgive her deceit after finding out the secret? How did she not trigger Lucas's illness despite being a female?

Action Modern Mystery

7.6

Jilted By Nephew, Claimed By King

7.6

I was kneeling on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse, staring at a ticking timer while a masked man held a knife to my throat. My fiancé's nephew, Preston, finally burst through the door, but he wasn't alone. He was clutching my stepsister, Felicia, both of them looking frantic. The kidnapper gave Preston a brutal choice: the bomb was rigged to the door, and he could only take one woman with him. The other would stay behind to burn. Without a single second of hesitation, Preston grabbed Felicia's hand and turned his back on me. "I'm sorry, Annelise," he said, his voice flat and devoid of any real regret. He slammed the heavy iron door shut, leaving me to scream in the darkness as the flames began to roar. He didn't just leave me to die; he did it to protect his inheritance, treating me like a piece of trash that was finally being cleared from his path. Later, in the hospital, he didn't even offer an apology. Instead, he raised his hand to strike me, threatening to finish what the fire started if I dared to speak a word about his cowardice. His stepsister laughed, trying to pour scalding coffee on my face while calling me a pathetic loser who should have stayed in the warehouse. I sat there, cowering and shaking like a broken girl, letting them believe they had won. I watched their cruelty with wide, watery eyes, wondering how they could be so blind to the monster they were provoking. What Preston didn't know was that the entire kidnapping was a performance I had choreographed myself, and every second of his betrayal was recorded in 4K. Now, I've successfully moved into the manor of the real king-his uncle, Francesco Lancaster. He thinks he's rescued a wounded bird, but he's actually invited a world-class predator into his home. The game is no longer about survival; it's about total destruction.

Action Adventure Romance

8.9

Mistaking The Ruthless CEO For An Escort

8.9

Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room. She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks. Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort. Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800. But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic. He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee. When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk. Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror. She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake. Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast. Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel. She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile. "Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."

Action Billionaire Modern

7.7

Not Just an Incubator: The Omega's Revenge

7.7

I thought I was the luckiest Omega in the world when the Alpha of the New Moon Pack chose me. I was pregnant with his heir, sleeping in his bed, believing the warmth I felt was love. But then I found the medical report hidden in his desk. "Subject: Scent Modulator. Dosage: High." It wasn't a fated bond. It was a drug. He was chemically forcing me to love him. My best friend dragged me to a restaurant window, and I watched him kiss my cousin, Olivia. Through the glass, I heard the words that shattered my soul. "Just a few more months," Ethan told her, caressing her hand. "Once the incubator drops the brat, we'll dispose of her. Then we raise the heir as ours." I was never his Luna. I was livestock. A walking womb chosen for my bloodline compatibility because his mistress was barren. My father had tried to warn me with his dying breath, but I had been too blinded by the synthetic scent to listen. Grief threatened to kill me, but the White Wolf inside me woke up screaming for vengeance. I went back to the house. I didn't pack a bag. I went straight to the kitchen and brewed a tea of Wolfsbane and Mugwort. I drank it all, weeping as I felt the bond to the baby snap. Then, I walked into our bedroom, left the divorce papers on his pillow, and whispered into the mind-link: "I, Ava Miller, reject you, Ethan Cole, as my mate." As he screamed in my head, I blocked him and walked into the rain. He thought he broke a weak Omega. He didn't know he had just unleashed a White Wolf.

Action Romance Werewolf

7.5

Revenge On My Saviour Alpha

7.5

"Fuck! I can smell your arousal___I know you want me as much I as want you, so do not defy me!" Yes, I was aroused by this man, by my mate, but it was the first time for me, I was scared. " You are still untouched?" " Yes, I have never even been kissed before," He groaned at my answer. Abigail Monroe was reduced to a pack slave after her parents were sentenced to death as traitors of the Glow Star pack, she underwent torture and pains at the hands of her pack, but on that faithful day her wolf Shira smelt their mate, an arrogant, possessive, and wealthy Alpha of the biggest pack in the country. Abigail feared rejection at his hand, nonetheless, she was unexpectedly accepted by him, and even against all odds he carried her out of that hell of a pack and brought her back to his pack. The Outlaw pack where Abigail is loved by only a few people. When she believes the Moon Goddess has finally shone light upon her life, yet maligned fate ensures that love turns to dust and is snatched away from her, leaving her in a world of dilemma once more. Abigail embarks on a mission to get revenge on everyone responsible for the ruination of her life, both old and new adversaries must get a taste of their own medicine in this journey for the passion of Revenge.

Action Romance Werewolf

Sold to be a Billionaire's Slave

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