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 8

I was still on the rug, cum leaking between my thighs, when his phone rang. Brayden didn't look at me. He picked it up, buttoning his pants with one hand. "Yes," he said. "Send something to the mansion. An Expensive dress. Emerald silk. Something appropriate for a family dinner." His eyes flicked down to me where I lay on the floor like a beggar. "And make sure it fits my wife." He hung up, sliding his belt back into place. "Get up." My arms trembled as I pushed myself off the carpet. He stepped close, his thumb scooping a streak of cum along my thigh, then shoving it between my lips. "Swallow." I obeyed. The dress came in a velvet box, carried by a servant who didn't meet my eyes. Brayden opened it himself, pulling back the tissue like it was a gift for him, not me. Deep green silk with a neckline that showed more than half of my cleavage and a high slit. "Strip." My skin still burned from his hands, but I obeyed. When I was naked, he traced a purple bruise on my hip, then placed the dress over my head, fitting it into place like I was a mannequin. The silk clung to my hour glass body. Brayden fastened my collar over the fabric. His lips brushed my ear. "You'll sit there tonight looking like a queen. But don't forget, you're still my whore." The restaurant was very elegant. Crystal chandeliers glittered above a long table where they were already waiting. His mother. His brother, Leonardo. And Alessia. "Brayden," his mother snapped, rising. "Finally. And you bring... this." Her gaze cut me open like a blade. "Mother." Brayden pulled out a chair for me. I sat. Alessia leaned forward. "We were just discussing you, Brayden. And your... unusual bride." His mother's lips thinned. "Bride? Don't insult that word. Alessia is your wife. This one is a mistake. My son will soon come to his senses" Leonardo leaned back in his chair, his gaze roaming down my neckline. Heat crawled up my neck. I kept my eyes on my plate, silent. His mother slammed her hand on the table. "Girl, look at me when I speak to you!" I froze. "She doesn't speak to anyone but me," Brayden said lazily, sipping his wine. "Those are the rules." Alessia's hand touched his arm lightly, her voice soft. "It isn't her fault. She's just... not meant for this world. She belongs elsewhere. Beside the servants. Or the dogs." Leonardo's laugh was low, filthy. "Dogs would be lucky. At least they'd hear her bark. I'd rather hear her scream." His mother's fury cracked. "Listen to me, Brayden! Alessia is your wife. Alessia is the one meant to stand beside you. This silent little tramp will never be accepted." "Zoe is my wife." His tone was final. Alessia's face drained of color. "You don't mean that." "I mean every fucking word." Brayden leaned back. His gaze cut straight to his brother. "I will never be married to a woman who spread her legs for my own brother." "Brayden..." Alessia's voice cracked. "I was drunk. I didn't even cum. I've apologized a thousand times. What more do you want from me?" Brayden laughed. "You think being drunk excuses you fucking Leonardo?" His mother gasped. "Watch your mouth!" "Don't tell me to watch my mouth," Brayden snapped. "You always support him. You should've told your precious Alessia to keep her legs closed." Alessia reached across the table. "It was a mistake. A stupid, meaningless mistake. But you're throwing away us for... for her?" Her eyes flicked to me, dripping venom. "For a mute little nobody who doesn't even know how to act at a table?" I stared down at the polished wood, tears streaming down my face. obeying the rule that burned in my head: Don't speak. Don't speak unless he allows it. Leonardo chuckled. "You talk like it was meaningless, Alessia, but you didn't seem to regret it at the time." His eyes slid to me, slow and lewd. "Maybe my brother should thank me. At least one of us enjoyed it." "Leo!" Their mother's voice cracked. Brayden's jaw flexed. His hand landed heavy on my thigh beneath the table, fingers biting into my skin. He was very angry. "You disgust me," Brayden said, eyes locked on his brother. "Both of you." Alessia's voice shook. "You're making a mistake, Brayden. She'll never give you what I can. The power and connections i bring. If you marry me you'll be the next Mafia lord of the city. Just divorce her and send her away" Brayden's lips curved into a cruel smile. "Power? Connections? You think I need you to take what's already mine?" His mother slammed her palm against the table. "Alessia is right! With her family behind you, you could own this city. Instead, you chain yourself to some... some stray who has nothing." I swallowed hard, staring at the plate, shame and hate swirling inside me. Brayden leaned back, his thumb stroking circles into my thigh, deceptively calm. "This 'stray,' as you call her, carries my name now. My ring. My rules. That makes her worth more than all your father's alliances combined." Alessia's face flushed. "She's not worthy. She's a disgrace. She doesn't even open her mouth when spoken to!" Brayden turned his head slowly, eyes cutting to me like a blade. "She doesn't open her mouth," he said softly, "because she knows who owns it." The words hit like a bullet. I was his property. Leonardo's laugh broke the silence. "Own it, huh? Funny. She looks like she'd moan just as sweet for anyone who spread her legs." "Enough!" Brayden's fist slammed onto the table. "Say one more word, Leo, and I'll make sure you never speak again." His mother rose from her chair, trembling with fury. "You would choose her over your blood? Over your own family?" Brayden's eyes went cold. "I already have." Leonardo said. "Tell me, brother... does she even know how to suck your cock properly? Or is she just good at lying there and taking it?" Brayden's hand clenched tighter on my thigh. "Leonardo," he said, voice like a blade. "I warned you." "She'll never be me!" Alessia's hands trembled on the table. "She can't give you power. She can't give you status. She can't even give you children! She's a useless whore and you..." Brayden's chair scraped back with a violent sound. "Shut. Your. Mouth." Alessia froze, her face pale. Leonardo's smirk faltered. Their mother went stiff with fear. Brayden straightened, his gaze sweeping over them. "You dare to speak about my wife like that?" His hand shot out, fisting in my hair, yanking me to my feet. I gasped, stumbling, but he held me firm against his side. "This woman," he growled, "is Zoe Gatsby. My wife. My property. My whore. And I'd burn the whole world down before I let any of you lay a finger on her." Leonardo swallowed hard, his smirk gone. Alessia's eyes filled with tears. Their mother rose shakily. "Brayden," she hissed, "you shame this family..." "No," he cut her off, dragging me closer against him, his hand still tangled in my hair. "I am this family. Without me, you are nothing. And don't you forget it." He didn't wait for a reply. He yanked me away from the table. "Brayden!" his mother shouted after him. "You'll regret this!"

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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

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