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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I woke up to the sound of voices. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. My body still ached from the night before. The voices grew louder. I slid off the bed, wincing at the soreness between my thighs, and tiptoed to the door. It wasn't locked this time. "You think the mafia will wait forever?" the stranger growled. "You're supposed to marry his daughter!." My stomach twisted. Mafia? Marry? Brayden's voice was calm, "I don't take orders. Not from him. Not from anyone." the stranger snapped back, "You owe him, Gatsby. Your father promised him that before he died." Brayden's tone was ice. "My father's promises died with him. I won't chain myself to that spoiled girl." The man's voice hardened. "You realize her father holds a major stake in your empire." Brayden leaned back, unbothered. "I have businesses spread across the world. I don't need him." The man snapped. "If you refuse to marry her, then you'd better find someone else, someone the mafia can accept. Otherwise, you risk losing everything your father built." And with that he turned and left but the words lingered. Mafia. Marriage. Promises. I had been sold to a man with dangerous enemies. I hadn't even caught my breath when the door burst open. A tall beautiful woman entered. "So it's true," she spat. "You bought a new toy." Brayden appeared behind her. "Get out, Alessia." She ignored him. Her eyes raked me over like I was filth. "Pathetic. She's not even pretty. Just a scared little tramp. This is what you've replaced me with?" Alessia's laugh was sharp, brittle. "I should've known. You were always a freak, Brayden. Always chasing control because deep down, you're still that broken little boy. And now you need slaves to feed your weird fetish and fantasies?" Brayden's voice was calm, but lethal. "Alessia You have no right to be here." "On the contrary," she purred, "I have every right. My father still expects you to marry me, Brayden. We were meant to be." Brayden's reply was tight. "Get out, Alessia." She flinched. Then her eyes cut back to me with pure venom. "Good luck, little slave girl. You're just another hole for him to fuck. He'll destroy you just like he destroyed me." And then she was gone. The silence that followed was worse than her words. Brayden stood there, watching me. "She doesn't matter," he said flatly. But she did. I saw it in the tightness of his jaw, the flicker in his eyes. Whoever she was, she'd cut him once, deep. Before I could form a reply, he spoke. "Come." He put the leash on me and led me out of the playroom and out of the mansion. We turned into a grand hallway lined with floor-to-ceiling windows. My legs trembled, sore from the night before. I stumbled. Pain shot up my knees as I fell to the ground. "Careful there," a man's voice said. Warm. Kind. I looked up. It was one of the staff, broad-shouldered, dark hair, a simple shirt rolled at the sleeves, offering his hand. I took it before I could think. He pulled me up with steady strength. "Thank you," I whispered. The man's eyes softened. He gave me a small nod. And then the leash snapped hard. My body jerked back, colliding with Brayden's chest. "She doesn't need your help," Brayden said, voice low and lethal. The man's jaw tightened, but he dipped his head respectfully and stepped back. Brayden bent low, his lips brushing my ear. "Rule number one, Zoe. You don't speak unless spoken to. And you never thank another man for touching what belongs to me." "Yes, Mr. Gatsby," I whispered. "You broke a rule" He said leading me back into the mansion. To his playroom. Brayden shoved me inside, the heavy door slamming shut behind us. "On your knees," he ordered. My knees hit the cold floor. His hand tangled in my hair, pushing my head back so I was forced to stare into his dark eyes. "You broke my rule. Twice." His voice was low, dangerous. "You spoke when you weren't spoken to." His thumb brushed across my lower lip "And you dared to thank another man for touching you." "I...I didn't mean.." "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. He released me only to pull a black velvet blindfold from the drawer beside the wall. He tied it around my eyes, plunging me into darkness. My breath hitched. Every sound was louder. Every brush of his hand made me flinch. "Spread your knees," he commanded. I obeyed, trembling. "Do you know what happens when you break my rules, Zoe?" His voice was smooth, mocking. My lips trembled. "...No, Mr. Gatsby." "You suffer." The first crack of the whip landed across my ass. Fire exploded through my body. I cried out, jerking against the restraints. "Count," he ordered. "One!" I gasped. The next strike came harder. "Two!" Again and again until my voice broke, the leather searing me, branding me with his discipline. My body shook, tears spilling hot beneath the blindfold. By the tenth strike I was sobbing, pleading. "Please... please, no more..." But instead of mercy, I felt his hand between my thighs, pressing into my soaked heat. "You're dripping," he murmured against my ear. I shook my head desperately. "No Sir..." He pushed two fingers inside me. My hips bucked against him. "That's it," he growled, curling his fingers deep. "Cry and beg all you want, little slave. Your cunt belongs to me." The rhythm built until I was clawing the floor, torn between pain and unbearable pleasure. My orgasm ripped through me violently, leaving me slumped and shaking. Brayden removed the blindfold, forcing me to look at him. His expression was unreadable, a mix of satisfaction and something darker. "Why me?" My voice cracked. "Why did you buy me?" "Because you were mine the moment I saw you," he murmured. "And I don't let what's mine slip away."

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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

Chapter 3

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