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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Chapter 6

I sat across from Brayden at the long dining table, my hands folded in my lap, my collar pressing against my throat. He drank his coffee slowly, eyes fixed on the paper in front of him. For once, he was quiet, almost... normal. For one foolish heartbeat, I thought this morning might feel like a real marriage. Husband and wife having Breakfast in a mansion. Then the doors crashed open. "Brayden!" His mother's voice. I flinched as an elegant woman walked into the room. Behind her trailed his younger brother, his mouth curled into a smile that made my stomach turn. Brayden didn't rise. He didn't even look surprised. He set his coffee cup down with a deliberate click. "Mother," he said flatly. "Don't you 'Mother' me!" she snapped. Her gaze turned to me with undisguised disgust. "You had a wedding. A wedding. And you didn't think to invite me? Your own blood?" I stiffened. My fork slipped in my hand. His brother, Leonardo, I remembered, pulled out a chair, his eyes never leaving me. He sat down and leaned back, spreading his legs, staring at me like I was naked. He made me uncomfortable. Brayden finally set his paper aside. "It wasn't a wedding," he said. "It was paperwork. Nothing more." "Paperwork?" His mother's voice rose, trembling with fury. "You shame this family, Brayden! You bring a whore into my house, chain her like an animal, and call her wife?" Her words hurt, but I kept my lips pressed tightly together. Rule One. Never speak unless Brayden spoke to me. She turned her gaze to me. "What? No words? No greeting? You just sit there like a dumb Barbie doll?" I lowered my eyes to my plate. "Speak, girl!" she demanded, slamming a hand against the table. "Answer me when I address you!" Brayden didn't even flinch. He cut into his toast. "She doesn't speak to anyone but me. Those are the rules." His mother's face twisted in outrage. "Rules? You've turned her into a mute! This...this slave is your wife?" Leonardo chuckled under his breath, leaning forward now, his elbows on the table, his eyes focused on my cleavage. "She doesn't need to speak, Mamma. She's pretty enough just to look at." My throat locked. His eyes moved lower, dragging heat and shame across my skin. I shifted in my chair, but his stare followed me. Brayden didn't notice. Or maybe he didn't care. "Listen to me, Brayden," his mother hissed. "I don't care what papers you signed, what bed you share, what lies you tell yourself. Alessia is your wife. Do you hear me? Alessia. Not this... this silent little tramp. Your father would be turning in his grave." Her words landed like a slap. Brayden finally raised his eyes. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and set it down. "Get out," he said. His mother froze. "What did you..." "Out," Brayden repeated. "Both of you." Leonardo smirked, rising slowly, his gaze lingering on me a moment too long before he pushed in his chair. His mother pointed at me, trembling with rage. "Mark my words, Brayden. Alessia will take her place. And when she does, this... girl will be nothing but dust." Her heels clicked sharply as she stormed out, Leonardo trailing behind with one last filthy look over his shoulder. The silence that followed was unbearable. Brayden poured himself another drink as though nothing had happened. I sat frozen, my nails digging crescents into my palms. Finally, he looked at me. His lips curved. "You did well. Not a word." My chest rose and fell. His gaze darkened. "But next time, Zoe... if you hesitate, if I see even a flicker of rebellion in your eyes, I'll remind you what obedience feels like." I swallowed, the collar around my neck heavier than ever. By nightfall, the mansion's walls felt suffocating. When Brayden told me to dress, I obeyed without question. A black silk dress, no bra, no panties. His instructions were precise. The car ride was silent. When the tinted glass doors of his underground club slid open, I forgot how to breathe. This place pulsed with shadows, heat, and power. Music throbbed like a second heartbeat. And everywhere, people were fucking. Not behind closed doors. Not in bedrooms. Here, in full view. A woman bent over a table, her wrists tied with silk as a man fucked her from behind. Another, gagged and blindfolded, rode her Master's lap while others watched. My face burned, but my eyes wouldn't move. Each moan, each slap of skin, each desperate cry of pleasure, my body betrayed me. Heat pooled between my thighs. My nipples ached against the thin silk. Brayden noticed. Of course he noticed. His lips brushed my ear. "You're dripping, aren't you? Watching them fuck... makes you wet." "No sir. I..." "Silence." His command sliced through me. He didn't waste time. He dragged me past the voyeurs and moans into a guarded corridor. The men at the door didn't even blink when he shoved me inside his private suite. My stomach dropped. It was a perfect replica of his mansion's playroom, toys, chains, harnesses, whips, every instrument of pleasure and pain gleaming under soft light. He turned to me, eyes blazing. "Strip." My hands trembled, but I obeyed. The dress slid from my body, pooling at my feet. Brayden's mouth curved. "Good girl." In a blur, he fastened a harness around my waist, then he covered my eyes with a blindfold and shoved a gag into my mouth. The chains lifted, hoisting me from the ground until I hung suspended and exposed. The first lash of his whip cracked across my ass. A strangled moan vibrated in my gag. Another lash. My body jolted, swinging in the harness, breasts jiggling. Brayden's chuckle was dark. "You love it. Don't you, slut?" His fingers shoved into me, deep and rough. My wetness gushed over his hand. He finger-fucked me until my body shook, until I was sobbing into the gag, begging without words. A moment later, his cock slammed into me from behind. My scream choked on the gag as he pounded into me, relentless, the harness rocking with every thrust. His hand found my clit and as he thrust into me, he rubbed on it aggressively. "Mine," he snarled. "My wife. My whore. You'll never look at another man again." The pressure built, unbearable, until it snapped. Pleasure tore through me like lightning. I screamed into the gag as my release sprayed, soaking my thighs, splattering the floor. Brayden's growl vibrated against my back. "That's it. Squirt for me, little slut. Mark my floor with your shame." But he didn't stop. He drove into me harder, faster, chasing his own release while forcing mine again and again until my body convulsed, squirting helplessly with every ruthless thrust. When he finally came, it was deep, filling me so completely it dripped to my thigh. He lowered me slowly, ungagged me, removed the blindfold. Brayden kissed my temple, almost gentle. "Welcome to my world, Mrs. Gatsby. You'll never escape it now."

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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 6

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