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 2
She had finally freshen up, though her midsection ache and her whole body was in pain. She had found a few hickeys on her breast and she wore the dress that was provided to her. She really has to go. She couldn't find her things and this is not the place where she was last night. She must've fallen into a deep sleep because of the drink that he gave to her.
The power emanating from the man was so powerful that she had to lower her head and stand in front of him. He's holding an iPad and like he's reading something while drinking coffee.
"G-Good morning." She greets. He looked up at her and studied her for a moment.
"H-how's your sleep?" Should this be how someone that bought her for a night treats her?
"Good. Uhm, I will go now." She stands there waiting for his response. He put down his tablet, took a sip on his coffee and rang the maids.
"You aren't going anywhere." Her brows creased. "I bought you, remember?"
"You bought me for a night."
"I bought you, in a big amount of money, means you are mine. No one can have you."
She was suddenly dizzy, sinking it on her head. She almost fell down on what he said. She just really wished that this was a joke that she's dreaming and that she's just carried away.
"Sit." She didn't and just stood there.
"Your home? Your apartment has been sold to someone else, and your mother needs a heart transplant ASAP." How did he know all about these? Of course, he's powerful and dug into his information. "I had arranged it all. In exchange for that, you'll be my woman." She bit her lower lip. He's heartless.
"I am grateful for what you did but the payment is enough to save my mother. And as for your woman, it only happened for a night." He didn't say a thing.
She's starting to think that he's a psychopath. He stood, walked around her and expected him to hurt her or something. But he didn't. He scooped her chin and kissed it.
"It only happened for a night. But I pay double to buy you, not for a night but until it fulfills me. Remember that you signed a contract with me?"
"W-why would you bother to buy me if you could have anyone you wanted?" Her head was a little foggy but she indeed remembered signing a few papers.
"I can have anyone I want and I choose you. Do you know how it bores me to death dealing with those women who have the same goal?" He snaked his arms around her waist that tightens a little bit, her body so close to him and she can feel the warmth of his breathing. It smelled like brewed coffee and his scent was so good but she shouldn't be attracted or something. "You will stay here, do whatever stuff you want but you will be monitored 24-7. Do you understand me? That means you can't go out without my consent." He didn't smile. He was dangerously serious on his every word.
"I want to go home." She said softly, sounding more like she's pleading as she shuddered.
"What home?" He sneered and stuck a few strands at the back of her ear.
She doesn't have a home and she sold off a few of their things in their apartment. She was staying at the hospital and few of her personal belongings are at her friend's house. She bit her lower lip and wanted to cry. If she can't leave, then she won't be able to see her mother and... her work.
"You don't have a home at that place anymore. This is your home from now on." She kept her chin up. She doesn't want to look pitiful in front of this man. She can't fight him.
"I want to leave." She said strongly.
"Are those phrases already programmed to you?"
"No. I simply wanted to leave. You can have half of your payment back." She pushed him but his grip tightened. "Let. Me. Go!" She started hitting his chest and he told everyone to leave them, he carried her to the nearest sofa and started unbuckling his pants and she panicked. "Stop!" He didn't. "I-I have my period today!" That makes him stop. He looked at her for a while and then she covered her lap with the pillow.
"I have-today." She exhaled and he suddenly laughed and then cursed.
"Fuck. How many days would it take?"
She was suddenly baffled on what he asked.
"T-three to four days." He pushed himself up and fixed his clothes. To her surprise, his grip was so strong, he pulled her out from the sofa and dragged her to the table.
"Eat now." She looked at the food. Surely it was famishing and she hasn't eaten something before for a very long time "Make sure to eat a lot." His phone started ringing and he watched her as he answered it. "Yes?" She didn't touch anything. "I will be there."
She probably thought that it was from business. Or his woman. He sat down across her and told her to eat again. She did eat since she's hungry.
"You are so thin. Eat more." He insisted.
"Didn't you like skinny women?"
"I like the plumpness of your breast and ass but you need to be plumper."
She did eat since it's the first time for a long time to have good food on the table.
After she ate, he came to the room and told her to strip and proceed to the bathroom. But she didn't. He removes his clothes, wrist watch and she just stays in the corner as he picks her up to the bathroom. She complained and he stripped everything she wore. She can't say no to him. She was forced to do what he wanted under the shower.
A huge free hand shower rains on them, her back pinned on the cold wall, her legs wrapped around him and taking her there, a little bit vicious. Tears stream down her cheek without him noticing it because of the water raining on them. She bit her lower lip to avoid moaning but her whole body betrayed her because her body wanted his pleasure.
She was out of energy as she nearly collapsed on the floor. But she sat down on the floor and just waited for him to get out. To her surprise, he pulled her to the bathtub half filled with warm water and gently placed her there.
"Eat a lot while I'm gone."
She looks at him helplessly and she can see through his eyes. She just hoped that he's a little gentle and kind to him. And indeed, something surprised her. He kissed her forehead.
"You are my woman right now. Tomorrow, you can go shopping and visit your mother." He took the towel wrapped around his waist and left.
She shivers on the thought of last night though she's in warm water. She reached the soap and rubbed her whole body as she cried. She didn't want this but she already sold her body.
Back then, she was living a normal family. Have a little wealth but when her father wasted money on gambling and on women, the business went bankrupt and she was forced to work and her mother. Her mother worked well in a shop and she studied hard and worked part time at the same time. Her dad was killed in the casino and they had to run away and put the house on sale.
Now, she doesn't know what to do. She's already imprisoned after being used multiple times. She stayed there for a long time and looked around. The luxury and the elegance. She once lived like this but around her is too much. She decided to dry herself. She went into the wardrobe, her first time going there. She gaped on his clothes on the other side. All male clothes, and then a little slutty clothes on the opposite side. It means that this was his room?
But why would such a man do something like this? Why would such a man bother to make her his woman? How many women did he bring here? She doesn't even know his name yet. She suddenly felt terrified. What if he's a sadist? What if his fetish is to hit women or like bondage stuff? What if he wanted to use her?
She put whatever clothes from the wardrobe and searched for her bag. She found it there but it doesn't have anything inside. So, she searched around and found a few of it organized already in front of the mirror. Then someone knocked on the door and she got out as the maid came with a box and ribbon.
"Madam, Master wanted you to have this." She accepted the box and the maid left. She opened it and found the latest smartphone and a note.
I throw away your old phone. Her phone wasn't the latest one. In fact it was a cheap one enough to send a message and call. A keypad foldable phone, too old but still working. She cursed at him and she opened it and it said to scan her finger print. Fingerprint access then. A message came which was named Lover.
Lover: I put contacts on your new phone. Rest and eat well.
She walked toward the bed that's in the new sheet. Black sheet. It was beautiful and she lay down turning on the big fan on the ceiling. She started analyzing how to use it until she got on how to use it. Then an incoming person came with the name Mom. She smiled and answered it.
"Mom?" she wanted to cry.
"Are you at work? A good man visited me a while ago, said that I'll have my surgery soon." She held her mouth to avoid sobbing and breathed.
"I just hope that it wasn't from bad deeds."
"No." She said softly. "I am still working on it. Don't worry about anything, mom. I'll handle it all."
"Yes. Of course. How about you? You shouldn't worry at all because I'm fine."
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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
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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
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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.
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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.
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9.4
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