The Billionaire's Kept Woman
Warning!!! This novel contain scenes that are not suitable for children. That includes on killing, suicide... torture... and R-21
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Keira Del Carlo sold her virginity in the auction to save her mother and a billionaire bought her for more than 4 million dollars. Her life turned upside down when she signed the papers that the billionaire gave to her that night after she gave up her innocence.
Alessandro De Alegre was a vicious billionaire when it comes to business. But behind that merciless attitude, there's a soft spot that only meant for her.
He has been searching for his first love for a very long time until he found a lead that she's in an auction. He took advantage of it to have her back and made her sign the marriage contract while she's not herself. She didn't even recognize him, and that's when he found out that her memories with him had been erased.
All her time with him, he gave her everything including the Golden Age Entertainment that should belong to her. She lives with him without knowing that she's married to him the night he took her innocence and imprisoned her in his villa. She lives thinking that she's the mistress.
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Chapter 1
She was blinded by the light spotted on her. She was cold and suddenly felt exposed around the eyes of the strangers. Strangers that are willing to pay big for one night just to fulfil their lust from a virgin.
The ruffle bras that she's wearing didn't warm her. She's nearly naked because of the see-through panties that she's wearing as well, only covered with fancy clothes that could easily be ripped.
She was just desperate at that moment so she had no choice but to sell herself. Her mother needs a transplant and there's already a donor but there's no money to pay for the surgery and other things.
"Let's start with 500, 000!" the bidder shouted. "This glorious girl is selling her virginity, she's very much a whole package like a doll. At this age, who has beautiful legs, plump butt, very much natural and beautiful round breasts that are all natural? Now, let's raise our numbers for the bids."
She's waiting for it until it gets into one million to a fat Russian that has lots of gold. He sure is rich but she's very much nervous. A man in the dark raises his card and offers something bigger than she expected. It's just an average Filipino man who raised the card but she was sold.
Her anxiety rises as they take her from the cage and bring her somewhere.
"You are too lucky, girl. Someone bought you in a bigger amount than we expected." The woman laughed. She hugged herself as she stumbled nearly. Feeling dizzy from the anxiety that she felt.
They pushed her on the double door where she's going to meet her buyer.
"Get yourself ready... you'll have your innocence taken away." The woman was careful of her and left her.
She was waiting in the red room. The room was filled with candles, and it smelled like lavender and peppermint. The door opened as the strange man entered. She didn't look up but the heavy steps and the scent of the man that is odd for her to smell though he's just a few steps away, he manifests masculinity and power. She couldn't help but to look at him. He's tall, not the one that raises the card.
"I already paid big for you." He stood in front of her. "Already on your account." She looked away, his masculine voice doing something to her. He scooped her chin, pulling it gently for her to look at him. "You are sold to me. That means, you are mine from now on."
She gaped on what he said. Though in the dark, the man was so handsome although in the dark, so masculine and his beauty has no comparison to any other man. He was sculpted by the god perfectly-and at the same time a dangerous man. He gracefully bent down and pressed his warm lips to hers. She didn't expect that it would be just two skin against each other but something more.
"Clean up, remove your make up and take a shower." He demanded. She didn't move for a moment. Not until he started to remove his coat and next was unbuttoning his shirt. "Then we could just go straight if you wanted."
She stood up automatically and walked briskly to the bathroom. He called out not to lock the bathroom but she did. She removed her makeup and the false lashes. She washed her whole body standing in the shower for so long thinking if it was right or wrong. But the money is already in her account and it's a big mess if she didn't give what the man wanted.
The man looked so powerful and had sold her for 4.5 million dollars. Dollars! When I converted it to Philippine Peso, it was a huge bill. She was so occupied that she didn't feel him getting in and she gasped when her hips were twisted and faced him. She knew well that she locked the door.
She gapes on his masculinity, so tall that she's like a pixie under him.
His eyes linger around her face and to her breasts. She can't even cover her breasts because he already caught her wrists and pinned it on the wall.
"Where do you want it? Here in the shower? You made me wait for so long, Kiera." The way he said her name was like she heard it somewhere.
She didn't have time to complain and she let him devour her, suck her skin, and play with her mouth. She was too dazed on how he kisses... he tastes good. She didn't expect that it would be like this. It's like her whole goddess is responding to him. Instead of the cold wall, she now felt a cold soft bed. She was anxious but oddly, he gave her a different sensation.
Later on, it gets better. She was breathless... his kiss and his touch wasn't bad like she expected. She found herself screaming not in a complete pain but pleasurable pain, her fingernails dug to his skin and on his back scratching it but he never complained. She wasn't in the right mind at all.
After reaching the end that she didn't expect, she was drained and tired to talk or move. It's better that way. She had fallen asleep but he woke her up and gave her a drink. It was a whiskey. She looked up at his handsome, mysterious and dangerous face.
"Drink." She obeyed him and drank it and finished the small amount of it. He gave her water and she drank it, he was still naked. She slowly bit her lower lip and wanted to peek on the time, but he didn't let her and own her once again.
She felt dizzy after the quick one. She could fall asleep deeply, but he told her to sign a few papers and so she did without reading. Then, after signing a few more, he owned her lips and let her sleep.
She wanted to know if it's a dream. That she sold her body and had a great night with a stranger. Her mother is at the hospital while she had sex with a man.
But the smell of lavender and the big cold bed makes her wide awake that it wasn't her bed. She felt something between her legs and her lower abdomen was aching. She looked around first and pushed the covers. She's wearing a silk dress and it felt so comfortable. Did he dress her up?
This wasn't the room where they did it before. This was very much simple yet elegant. She walked toward the bathroom, double door bathroom and found that she had a period. Good! She exhales. She just remembered that he didn't use any protection. She searched on the cabinets if there are pads and she covered the small robe that fits for her. She gasped, finding maids getting in, bowed to her and greeted her.
"G-good morning." She stuttered.
"Mr. de Alegre told us to get you ready for breakfast." The woman is in her thirties, hair tied into a bun and looked smart and submissive.
"Uhm..." she can't delay it anymore. She's too puzzled why she was here. "Where am I?"
"You are in the Villa of the Master." She gape a little, still quizzical on everything. "If you wanted to ask a few things, the Master told us to bring you to the patio. And he will answer it all."
"I-I have a little problem." She bit her lower lip as they looked at each other.
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Elara, desperate to save her father and their gallery, agrees to the contract, unaware of Julian's true motives. What begins as a cold, transactional arrangement becomes something neither of them expected, a passionate, intense connection that challenges everything they believe about love, trust, and vulnerability.
But when secrets are revealed and betrayal strikes at their hearts, Julian and Elara must navigate a journey of redemption and healing. Can a love born from deception survive the truth? Or will the chains of his empire prove too strong to break?
9.4
Six years ago, Breanna was shoved into a pitch-black hotel suite by her own uncle.
She was forced to endure a brutal night with a drugged stranger just to keep her grandmother's ventilator running.
Nine months later, she gave birth in a cold underground clinic.
But her uncle immediately snatched the crying newborn from her trembling hands, coldly announcing the baby had died.
For six years, Breanna lived in agonizing grief, working as a lowly hotel cleaner just to survive.
But a cruel setup threw her directly into the path of Elliot Finch, the arrogant billionaire from that dark night.
He did not recognize the woman whose life he had completely ruined.
Instead, he looked at her like she was rotting garbage, had his guards drag her into a wet alley, and mercilessly got her fired.
"If I ever see your face again, I will make sure you cannot get a job cleaning toilets."
Breanna was suffocating from the injustice, stripped of her dignity and her family's only lifeline.
Yet, when she instinctively protected a traumatized little boy from bullies, she discovered he was Elliot's son.
The boy clung to her neck, crying and desperately begging his father to let her stay.
But Elliot just threw a massive check at her chest, violently accusing her of brainwashing a sick child for a meal ticket.
Looking at the toxic disgust in his eyes, something inside Breanna finally broke.
She picked up the check, ripped the millions into tiny shreds, and let them rain down on his expensive shoes.
"Keep your dirty money."
She turned her back on the crying boy and the stunned billionaire, deciding she would no longer be their victim.
9.2
Emmett was a loyal footman at the wealthy Patterson estate, desperate to scrub the slum out of his blood.
He abandoned his family and gave his absolute devotion to the beautiful young miss, Clara.
But when the estate faced bankruptcy, Clara ruthlessly framed him for embezzlement to protect her family's wealth.
He was shoved into a police carriage in the freezing rain. Through the window, he saw Clara watching him with fake pity, looking at him like a stray dog being put down.
The judge slammed his gavel, sentencing him to a slow, agonizing death.
Because he had spent all his wages on tailored uniforms to fit in, his mother died in a cheap coffin from an untreated illness, leaving his siblings to starve.
As the thick, coarse rope crushed his windpipe, Emmett was filled with agonizing regret.
He didn't understand how the woman who smiled so sweetly could send him to the gallows without a single ounce of hesitation.
Opening his eyes again, Emmett found himself back in the servant's quarters, exactly three days before the Patterson family's downfall.
This time, he wouldn't be their loyal dog. He was going to be their executioner.
He planned to watch Clara sell herself to the savage new heir, Kearney Bernard, just to keep her luxury.
But at the welcome dinner, the terrifying new master ignored Clara completely, locked his dark, obsessive eyes on Emmett, and whispered.
"You are mine. Nobody touches you."
8.3
I never thought I could find myself sucking the dìck of a man I should call father and made him moan out so loud. I found myself going back to have him finger and pound my clit, ripping moans off my throat as day passed by. I found myself moaning to him every single day, taking all his sexual command and fantasies, being daddy's naughty girl and wishing for nothing other than his 8 inches dick buried deep into my wet clit.
I grew up invisible, the illegitimate daughter of a woman who valued status more than motherhood. While she chased elite society, I learned to survive on my own, retreating into art and quiet fantasies of being chosen by someone who would finally see my worth.
Everything changes when my mother marries Calder Rhys, a billionaire widower seeking stability, not love. Thrust into a world of wealth and rigid expectations, I moved into the Rhys mansion and met Wells, Calder's polished and charismatic son. Drawn to him despite knowing he is unavailable, I mistake attention for affection, unaware that my longing is about to pull me into something far more dangerous.
A single mistake blurs boundaries that should never be crossed.
Caught between a mother who sees me as a liability, an elite society eager to destroy me, and a man whose influence could either protect or ruin me, I must decide who I want to become.
8.9
The family of Williams are known to be strict, rigid and too controlling; they set barriers and closed edges between relations and an interloper.
A family once filled with wealth and life of riches went bankrupt after it was discovered most of its stocks were poorly managed by top board members in the enterprise.
Emily Williams, was born into this once prosperous family, her father Mr Williams Richard mentally broken since the huge financial loss had to change the family doctrines and conservative manners to accommodate an outsider, a Rich one to be precise.
Her mother Elizabeth Williams and brother John Williams, work as a day labourer to make ends meet they find it hard to gratify the whole family needs for the pressure was hard on their neck.
Since their father is unable to support the family's financial backbone he had only one idea that could take the family out of financial disgrace: His youngest child and only daughter, Emily Williams.
She was later given out as an arranged marriage after she gave up her passion to become an entrepreneur She would now become a full house wife to a son of an affluent lineage in the society where she would face different adversaries and oppositions.
She wasn't welcomed into the family of the Carter's; her mother in-law Sarah and her two daughters Hannah and Lucy saw her as proud, egoistic, narcissist, self-absorbed egomaniac, smug and insufferable.
She only got the approval of her father in-law Mr Carter James and husband Eric Carter who helped her in times of difficulty and pains due to a held promise made by James Carter and her father Richard Williams.
Read to find out if Emily would ignite her passion back when she figures she has been living a life full of lies and hatred.
9.4
Imogen lived her life as a servant in her own home, scrubbing floors for foster parents who treated her existence like a bad debt. Her only escape was a hidden sketchbook filled with architectural designs, a secret world she kept tucked away in a utility closet.
The nightmare peaked when her foster father tried to sell her to her abusive ex-boyfriend for five thousand dollars. When she refused, he drew blood with a slap and threw her into a midnight storm, threatening to burn her passport and birth certificate if she ever returned.
Drenched and terrified, she accidentally dove into a luxury sedan instead of her Uber. She fled the mysterious, cold-eyed passenger in a panic, but she left her suitcase behind—taking her clothes, her ID, and her life's work with it.
The next morning, she went to meet a "dentist" for a forced marriage arrangement, only to find the man from the car waiting for her. He claimed he was just a low-level IT guy, offering her a marriage contract to help her recover her documents and escape her family's reach.
She didn't understand why a simple coder handled her violent ex with such brutal, practiced efficiency. She didn't know why he looked at her sketches like they were worth millions, but with forty dollars in her pocket and a bruised face, she agreed to be his "business partner" wife.
The lie collapsed during a nursing shift at a VIP hospital wing. She walked into a room to find her "IT guy" standing there in a thousand-dollar suit, looking every bit the billionaire heir he’d sworn he wasn't.
"Grandma," Gael said, pulling Imogen against him as he faced the matriarch of the Fuller empire. "This isn't just the nurse. This is Imogen, my fiancée."
Trapped in his arms, Imogen realized she hadn't found a way out. She had just traded her foster family’s basement for a billionaire’s golden cage.