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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The courthouse looked gray and unwelcoming. I clutched the thin shawl Brayden had put over my shoulders, though it did nothing to calm the tremor running through me. People watched. They always did when Brayden Gatsby walked into a room. Men stiffened, women stared, and whispers rippled through the air like fire spreading across dry grass. But today was different. Today, I wasn't just his pet. I was about to be his wife. His hand clamped around my waist, firm and unyielding. "Head up," he murmured against my ear. My stomach twisted. "Brayden..." "Mr. Gatsby," he corrected. His thumb pressed against my side, a warning. "Remember your place." I swallowed hard and nodded. Inside, the courtroom was hushed. The judge sat at the front, brows furrowed as we approached. Brayden pulled me to the front. "Mr. Gatsby," the judge began slowly, "I was told you requested an expedited civil marriage. This is... unusual." His eyes flicked toward me. "Particularly with this arrangement." Brayden's smirk was sharp enough to cut glass. "I don't wait. Draw up the papers. She's mine, and I want it sealed under law." The judge hesitated. "Miss Brant... are you entering this marriage of your own will?" My lips parted, but no sound came out. The room pressed in on me. All those eyes. All those whispers. Brayden's hand slid down my back, invisible to the judge but unmistakable to me, a slow, dangerous trail that ended at my hip. His fingers pinched hard, a silent command. "Yes," I breathed. "I... I consent." The judge's frown deepened, but he nodded for us to sign. The contract lay heavy on the desk. I reached for the pen, my hand trembling... The doors burst open. Alessia Barged in. The venom in her eyes was directed straight at me. "You can't be serious," she hissed, moving forward. "You're really marrying her? A common slave?" Gasps rippled through the courtroom. Brayden didn't even glance at her. He pushed the pen into my hand. "Sign, Zoe." I froze. Alessia's shadow fell over me. She leaned close, her voice dripping poison. "If you do this, little girl, you're dead. The mafia won't forgive you. My father won't forgive you. Do you think you'll last a week in his world?" My throat constricted. "Sign." Brayden's tone was soft, but laced with steel. My hand shook as I scrawled my name across the line. Alessia's laugh was sharp and cruel. "Oh poor girl. You've just signed your death." "Enough," Brayden snapped. "She's mine. My wife. Touch her, and I'll tear your family to ashes." The judge cleared his throat nervously. "By the authority vested in me... I pronounce you legally married." The words echoed, final. I was officially my masters wife. Brayden reached into his pocket and pulled out not a ring, but a thin platinum band connected to a delicate chain. A collar. Gasps broke out again as he fastened it around my neck. His lips brushing my ear as he murmured low enough for only me to hear: "Wife. Slave. Mine. Forever." Alessia's face twisted, her nails digging into her palms. "This isn't over." She spun on her heel and stormed out. Brayden didn't flinch. He turned me toward the doors. "Walk." The world outside was louder, brighter. The moment the car doors shut behind us, silence swallowed everything. Then his hand was at my jaw, forcing my face to his. "You're now legally bound to me. From today I am your husband. Say it!," he demanded. My voice was barely a whisper. "Say what?" His grip tightened. "Say it, Zoe." "...Husband." A slow smile curved his lips. "Good girl." His mouth claimed mine as the car sped away from the courthouse. His hand slid down, parting my thighs, reminding me that even as a wife, I was still his slave. The mansion felt colder when we returned. Maybe it was the weight of the chain around my neck. Brayden didn't speak as the butler opened the doors. He didn't speak as we climbed the stairs. He didn't speak as he led me into his office, the room that smelled of leather, whiskey, and power. The door clicked shut behind us. He loosened his tie, poured himself a drink, and finally turned toward me. "Congratulations, Zoe," he said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "You've just become Mrs. Gatsby." His eyes gleamed. "But don't confuse the title. You are my wife. And my property. That means the rules change." My heart pounded. "Rules? Change?" He set the glass down with a sharp clink. Then he stepped closer. "Yes. Rules. You thought being my slave was hard? Being my wife is worse. Because now you don't just represent me in the bedroom. You represent me everywhere. In this house. In society. In the mafia's eyes." His hand traced the collar on my neck, pulling lightly. "Rule number one: You do not speak unless spoken to when we are in company. Not to my family, not to my associates, not even to the servants." I swallowed. "And if I..." His hand cracked against my cheek before I could finish. The sting burned. "Rule number two: You never question me." My body trembled. "Rule number three: Your body, your voice, your loyalty, they belong to me. Entirely. If you disobey, I punish you. If you please me, I reward you." He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear. "Rule number four: No other man. Not their eyes, not their words, not their hands. You smile at them, you thank them, you breathe too close to them, and I'll remind you who you belong to." I swallowed hard. I couldn't breathe. "Rule number five," Brayden whispered, his hand sliding between my thighs, possessive, "Every night, without exception, you will open yourself to me. Your body is my right. My property." A tear slipped down my cheek. His thumb caught it, smearing it away with a cruel kind of tenderness. "And finally... rule number six." His eyes locked on mine. "You will learn to love your chains. The sooner you accept them, the sooner you'll understand what it means to be my wife." His mouth crushed mine before I could answer, his kiss bruising, sealing the contract with more than ink. I cursed the day my mother died and left me at the mercy of my stepfather.

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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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