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 next morning didn't start with sunlight. It started with his hand on my throat. I woke up choking, my wrists pinned above my head, his thick hard cock already pressing against me. No words. No warning. Just Brayden taking what was his. "Spread that cunt," he growled. I hated how fast my thighs obeyed. The sheets twisted under me as he shoved his dick inside me. My gasp broke into a cry, but the sound only made him thrust harder, pushing me further into the bed. "So wet," he snarled against my ear. "Mine." Every thrust was punishment. Every drag of his cock inside me reminded me that I wasn't a woman, not a wife, I was a hole, a fucktoy he'd bought then legally married. And still, my body betrayed me. Wetness spilled around him, coating his cock. I wanted to scream in his face, claw his eyes out, but my cunt clamped down, greedy for more. "Pathetic," he hissed, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. "You hate me, don't you? You fucking hate me. But you're dripping on my cock." "Yes," I gasped before I could stop myself, shame tearing through me. "Yes what?" His thrusts slammed deeper, harder, his hand squeezing my throat until black spots danced at the edge of my vision. "Yes, sir!" He fucked me until my body convulsed, until I came despite the anger boiling in my chest. Only then did he cum inside me. When he pulled out, I rolled to the side, trembling, clutching the sheets. I wanted to vomit. I wanted to scrub my skin raw. I wanted more. But Brayden wasn't done. He tossed something onto the bed. A vibrator. "Put it in," he ordered. My stomach turned. "Mr Gatsby, please..." His slap snapped across my cheek. "Sir," I corrected quickly, tasting blood. "Please, sir..." "Do it." My fingers shook as I slid the toy between my folds. It slid in too easily; I was still wet from the brutal fuck he'd given me. He put the remote into his pocket, smirking. "Good girl. Now get dressed. We have a meeting." Breakfast was untouched on the table. My stomach was empty, but his rules were clear, I didn't eat unless he allowed it. My hunger twisted tighter with every tick of the clock. By the time we walked into his underground club, i was exhausted. The air smelt of sex and smoke. Mafia men waited at the long table, their eyes sharp. Brayden took the head seat like a king. I sat on a chair behind him with my collar on my neck. Then all of a sudden I felt it. A low hum inside me. My back arched before I could stop it. The vibrator pulsed to life, deep inside, vibrating against every raw clit. My thighs pressed together under the table, trying to fight it, but the vibration was too intense. Brayden didn't even look at me. He sipped his whiskey while the fucking remote was hidden in his palm. "Mr. Gatsby," one of the men said, "about the shipment..." The vibration intensified. I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood. My breath hitched. I stared at the table, praying no one noticed the redness of my skin. Brayden looked at me briefly, lips curving into the faintest smirk before returning to business as if nothing was happening. The vibrator went a level higher.. My wet cunt clenched desperately around the toy. My nipples peaked under the thin fabric of my dress. God! I hated him. He leaned back in his chair, one leg stretched. Only I knew what he was doing. When I shifted slightly, trying to relieve the pressure, his eyes snapped to me. The remote clicked. The vibrator went to its highest setting. I almost cried out. My hand shot to my mouth, muffling a strangled moan. The men kept talking. Numbers. Deals. Blood. Guns. And I sat there, legs trembling, cunt spasming around the vibrator, Brayden's eyes burning holes into me, daring me to disobey Rule One. By the time the meeting ended, my body was soaked. He stood. "Gentlemen." His tone was smooth. "That will be all." Then his hand fisted my hair, dragging me up from my chair. The men pretended not to see. Pretended not to hear my gasp as he shoved me down the corridor, through a guarded door, into his private suite. The moment the door shut, he slammed me against the wall. "You glared at me." His voice was low, lethal. "No I didn't..." The vibrator buzzed to life again inside me. "You dared to glare at me, slut. My wife doesn't glare. She takes what I give her." He ripped my dress open. My swollen breasts spilled free, nipples hard. His hand closed over my throat as the toy hummed mercilessly inside me. "Say it," he demanded, thrusting two fingers into me alongside the vibrator. "I hate you," I gasped. He grinned like a devil. "And yet your pussy's begging for me." I came then, explosively, violently. My thighs shook, liquid squirting out, soaking his hand. "Slut," he spat, shoving me to the floor. He yanked the toy out, dragged his belt free and unzipped his pants. His thick cock sprang out heavy and hard, glistening with precum at the tip. He stroked himself once spreading the cum over the swollen head. "You see this, whore?" His voice was a growl. "This cock owns you. Every hole, every inch." Then he shoved himself inside me "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, pounding me into the rug. "Soaking wet for me. Don't pretend you don't love this cock." Each thrust rocked me forward, scraping my skin against the carpet until it burned. His hips crashed into mine, his balls slapping against my ass with every stroke. "Take it, slut. Take your Master's cock." His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing my eyes to him. "Say it. Say this pussy is mine." Tears blurred my vision. Hate clawed through my chest, but my body betrayed me, clenching tight around him, sucking him deeper. And even as tears burned down my cheeks, my body betrayed me again. Pleasure tore me apart, sharp and humiliating. He groaned as he spilled into me, filling me to the brim. When he pulled out, cum leaked down my thighs, dripping onto the floor. "Good girl," he said, mocking. "My perfect little wife." I lay broken, hating him, hating myself.

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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 7

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