The Billionaire's Runaway Slave

She was an innocent and obedient girl before. She love her boyfriend and so everything she can to please him. But she didn't expect that they betrayed her including her family. She sold to a heartless billionaire to paid her uncle's debt. Not only that her boyfriend sold her pictures in the auction bidding event. How can she escaped from the place where for her... it's a living hell? Os there really no hope for her to runaway to that billionaire?

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"P-lease let me go," Maria's voice was hoarse while Anghel was still sucking on both sides of her clitoris.

But her body was moving on its own, contrary to what her mouth was saying. Anghel stopped and stared at Maria's face even though she couldn't see it very well. Anghel grinned and it seemed like he took something from the bedside table and continued to caress every part of Maria's body.

"Stop!" The girl objected.

Anghel violently opened Maria's two legs that he had been trying to hold together earlier. Maria was only wearing her bottom at that moment. Anghel ran his fingers along the girl's pearly nipples.

"N-No!" Maria objected again but she secretly swallowed, still confused by her feelings.

Why was she so hot that she couldn't understand? The girl suddenly gasped when she felt Anghel's soft lips kissing her pearl. Maria swallowed again, knowing that the heat she felt from what the young man was doing to her body was not desirable. Following that, Anghel tore down Maria's underwear so she quickly folded her spread legs out of shame.

"Have mercy...I'm not ready yet!" Maria pleaded with the mixture of fear and shame she felt.

Anghel smirked and licked Maria's red lips. Then he kissed the girl again deeper. Maria's eyes widened when she felt Anghel drop something inside her mouth. Candy? What was that? Maria thought.

Maria's eyes widened even more when she felt Anghel's tongue push that thing into the girl's vagina. Maria struggled and tried to push Anghel away but it was too late, she had already swallowed the thing in her mouth. Only then did Anghel stop kissing Maria who looked very confused.

"W-What is that?!" She asked.

"It can help you to be wild not to be shy!" Anghel whispered in the girl's ear.

"Let me go! Let me go," Maria said frantically then punched Anghel's chest when she got it.

"That's it baby! I like those who fight," Anghel laughed.

Then Anghel grabbed both of Maria's wrists then kissed her again. On her lips, neck, chest especially the girl's two mountains and her n*pples. Maria's struggle gradually turned into moans especially when Anghel's lips went down to her pearl.

"Ahhhh!" The girl gasped and then it was pulled out of Anghel's hair.

"Donnnn't!" Maria screamed when Anghel played with the girl's clitoris with his tongue.

But instead of stopping, Anghel continued to eat Maria's pearl even better. Maria didn't know what to do. The girl's face was turning as she felt herself getting very hot. She was also covered in sweat and she pressed Anghel's head even more into her mouth. Maria's shy hips were of their own accord spread wide and they were even raised on Anghel's shoulder.

"I-I'm going to pee!" Maria moaned as she lifted her ass and her body trembled.

"Sh*t!" Anghel cursed because he knew Maria had already come out.

Angel sucked Maria's juice because it was still sweet and while rubbing the girl's pearl up and down. Maria could feel her body heating up again as if she was searching for everything that Angel did to her.

What is happening to me? Why do I want to release the heat I feel in my body? It's like I'm thirsty for the call of flesh? What's on Maria's mind.

"Ahhhh!" Maria screamed when she felt Angel suddenly insert his rod into her very angrily.

"I'm sorry but I can't stop it anymore, my rod has been so angry for a while. Especially since he smelled you so wet," Angel whispered in a voice full of desire.

Tears flowed from Maria's eyes, she felt how big Angel's rod was. And the girl gasped even more when Angel pressed his rod even harder, only half of it was buried in Maria's pearl.

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I was Grayson Warren’s "broken doll," a disgraced socialite kept on a short leash to pay off my family’s debts. To the world, I was a fragile liability; to Grayson, I was a pet he could humiliate for sport, forcing me to play the role of a mentally unstable girl while I secretly gathered evidence against his empire. The cruelty peaked when Grayson forced me to break three years of sobriety in front of his investors, mocking my struggle before making me kneel on a golf course to scrub his shoes. He treated my life like a game, literally betting my sanity against a corporate board seat while he soft-launched a new relationship with a high-profile PR queen. When the pressure triggered a massive panic attack, Grayson abandoned me in a private clinic just so he wouldn't miss a dinner reservation. Even my own mother turned against me, threatening to leak my psychiatric records and brand me a "violent delusional" if I didn't beg for Grayson’s forgiveness. I was trapped between a man who owned my debt and a mother who valued her estate over my daughter’s life. I realized then that they would never let me go; they would only break me until there was nothing left. They thought they had erased my soul, but they forgot I was the only witness to the night my true love, Felix, was murdered. I was done being the victim. I faked a suicide jump off the Queensboro Bridge to go off the grid, then crashed Grayson’s elite gala in a dress that signaled his downfall. Just as Grayson tried to physically crush me one last time, the room went silent. Felix Law, the man the world thought was dead for three years, walked out of the shadows with a federal warrant in his hand. "Take your hands off her, Warren." The game didn't just change; it ended. Felix was back from the dead, and this time, we were burning the empire to the ground together.

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8.6

Felix's Protection for Her

8.6

The glass doors of Patek Philippe's exclusive Fifth Avenue boutique whispered closed behind me as I stepped into the hushed sanctuary of luxury. My heels clicked softly against the marble floor, each step bringing me closer to the perfect gift for Derek's and my five-year anniversary. "Ms. Hayes, welcome back." The sales director, Monsieur Laurent, glided forward with a practiced smile. "The timepiece you inquired about has arrived." I returned his smile, ignoring the flutter of anxiety in my stomach at what I was about to spend. "I'd like to see it, please." He led me to a private viewing room where velvet-lined trays awaited. With white-gloved hands, he revealed the watch—the Patek Philippe Grand Complications that Derek had been coveting for years. The platinum case gleamed under the soft lighting, its celestial blue face capturing the cosmos in miniature. "Three hundred thousand," I whispered, more to myself than to Laurent. Five years of loving Derek, of believing in us, distilled into this perfect circle of metal and mechanics.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.9

Husband's Betrayal, My Revenge

7.9

The night air carried the sweet scent of jasmine as I stepped out of the Beverly Hills Charity Gala, my silver gown catching the last flashes from the paparazzi's cameras. Five years ago, this would have been my moment—my career was just taking off then. Now I was merely Ryan Mitchell's wife, a footnote in the society pages. "Mrs. Mitchell! One more smile!" called a photographer. I obliged with the practiced ease of a former actress, my lips curving upward while my eyes searched the crowd for Ryan. He'd left early, citing an urgent business call. Again. "Thank you all," I said warmly.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

The Billionaire Heiress's Radical Comeback

8.3

My husband, Derek, once called me his princess. But when my parents died and I miscarried our child, he told me to be "radically independent" and handle my grief alone. After I tried to end my own life, I woke up in the hospital to see him holding his crying assistant, Krystal. He whispered to her, "You never have to be strong with me." He told the doctors I was just seeking attention and hung up. Krystal later visited, blaming me for the miscarriage before destroying my mother's heirlooms. Derek believed her lies, throwing me out of our home and leaving me with nothing. He thought I was a weak, dependent woman he could easily discard. He thought his tech empire was his own creation. He never knew his "self-made" success was a gift, secretly funded by my billionaire family. Now, he's about to learn what happens when a princess decides to become a queen.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.9

The Billionaire's Deadly Deal

7.9

I sat in a private hospital suite that cost more than a luxury car, watching the green line on my daughter's heart monitor struggle to climb. Everything shattered when a hospital administrator accidentally dropped a folder, revealing a document with my husband's unmistakable signature. Darius Brandt had personally authorized the "reallocation" of our daughter's donor kidney to his mistress's son just to secure a multi-million dollar corporate merger. When I confronted him, Darius didn't even blink, calling our daughter's life a "liquidated asset" before offering me a five-million-dollar settlement for my silence. In a blind rage, I set our penthouse on fire, choosing to burn with the proof of his betrayal rather than live another day as his puppet. As the flames consumed the room, I couldn't understand how a father could put a price tag on his own child's life. How could he look at our dying daughter and see nothing but a resource to be traded for a European distribution network? But the heat suddenly vanished, replaced by the scent of expensive perfume and the muffled sound of a string quartet. I opened my eyes to find myself staring into a gold-framed mirror at the Brandt Charity Gala, exactly eight years in the past. It was the night my nightmare first began, the night I was framed and forced into a marriage that would eventually kill my child. "I see you, Darius," I whispered to my reflection as I applied a coat of blood-red lipstick. "And this time, I'm not the prey."

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.7

The Billionaire's Price For My Baby

8.7

I had been Adrian Conway's executive assistant for five years, serving as the perfect, invisible shadow to the coldest billionaire in Manhattan. But a single night of weakness after a high-stakes charity gala left me staring at a positive pregnancy test in the office restroom, my heart hammering with a fear I couldn't escape. I tried to keep the secret and maintain my professionalism, but a freak accident in the lobby sent the test sliding across the marble floor-straight to the feet of Adrian's mother. The terrifying matriarch didn't offer a hand; she offered a cold, calculated ultimatum that turned my life into a high-stakes business transaction. Adrian didn't even look at me when he heard the news, his voice cutting like a scalpel as he called our night a "mistake" and an "irrelevancy." Within days, I was forced into a hollow marriage at City Hall, wearing a diamond that felt like a shackle and moving into a penthouse where I was treated like an unwanted intruder. The nightmare deepened when they slid a new contract across the table: I would carry the child to term, hand it over to the Conway family immediately after birth, and sign away all parental rights for five million dollars. "Don't expect me to play the loving husband. You are an employee who got a promotion," Adrian sneered, his eyes filled with pure loathing. He believed I had trapped him for his fortune, and his sister publicly branded me a "gold-digging parasite" while trying to force a DNA test. When I hesitated to sign the paper giving up my baby, Adrian leaned in with a terrifying calm, threatening to stop the life-saving medical payments for my dying mother. I was surrounded by unimaginable wealth but had never felt more impoverished, realizing that to the Conways, I was nothing more than a vessel for an heir. I couldn't understand how a man I had respected for years could be so monstrously cruel, holding my mother's life hostage just to steal my child. As I looked at the cold, clinical man who was now my husband, the desperation in my chest turned into a hard, freezing resolve. I picked up the pen and scrawled my name on the contract to save my mother, but I made a silent promise to the tiny life inside me. I had nine months to find a loophole, nine months to gather their secrets, and nine months to make Adrian Conway regret the day he ever thought he could own me.

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