The Mafia's little pet
"Take off your fucking dress," he ordered, stepping closer and leading me toward the shower room.
I backed away, covering my body with my arms. "No. Please, no."
He spun me around and pinned me against the wall. He unzipped my dress, pulling it down from my waist while his hands slid over my back. He leaned in close, whispering hot in my ear, "You're fucking mine. Even your ugly body is mine."
She was broken-abused and dreaming of a fresh start on her 18th birthday. All she wanted was to run away, but he wasn't about to let her go.
She'd been sold to the most dangerous man alive. Paying off her father's debt was the excuse on the surface.
But the real truth:
He was obsessed.
They were obsessed.
Three powerful men fighting over one little pet-Mila.
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Chapter 1
Mila.
It was my birthday today, and man, I was over the moon. Finally, at 18, I could pack up and leave this nightmare behind. No more dealing with my drunk, abusive dad or that wicked stepmom of mine.
I had no clue how they even got married in the first place. All I knew was that my real mom had bailed on the house because she couldn't take him anymore. She hated his guts so much she just up and left.
Turns out, she never even divorced the jerk. But honestly? I didn't give a damn about their messy marriage drama. All I cared about was breaking free from this hellhole and starting fresh somewhere new.
A whole new life, you know? I had big plans: finish my senior year of high school, then use the college money my mom stashed away for me, plus whatever help I could get from my grandma.
Thank God my dad had no idea about that cash. Way back when she left, she snuck into my room one night, tears in her eyes. "Mila, baby, forgive me for leaving you here with him," she whispered, hugging me tight.
"He's no good, but I can't fight anymore. Use the money I saved-it's for your future." Then she was gone, just like that.
If I'm being real, I didn't blame her one bit. She was sick, dying from some awful illness, and he still beat her senseless. Mental abuse, emotional torture, punches that left her black and blue-he did it all.
I always thought I was tougher than her, that I could stand up to him without crumbling. But nah, that was just wishful thinking. After she left, he turned all that rage on me. I became his punching bag, his easy target.
Deep down, though, I missed her like crazy. Part of me hoped we'd reunite someday, if she was still out there fighting. But today? It was just another day in my crazy world, except now I was legal. Free to do whatever. I decided to head to school early, beat the rush.
School was a million times better than home. Staying there meant slaving away like a maid-cleaning, cooking, taking hits. My stepmom was a nightmare, always bossing me around, but she was nothing compared to my dad. That was the worst part of it all.
At school, things were different. Sure, repeating classes got boring as hell, but I busted my butt for straight A's. I needed those good grades for a top college or a scholarship.
Mom's money wasn't some huge fortune-not even a million bucks. So, I was hunting for a part-time job too, something to cover rent if the dorms were full. I had it all mapped out, especially after the way my dad started getting too touchy lately.
Beating? I could handle that. But the thought of him... yeah, no way. I wasn't sticking around for that.
I scanned the hallway for Helen, my best friend. She was gorgeous, but that old-lady name? I teased her about it nonstop. "Hey, Helen, you look like you stepped out of a grandma's photo album!" I'd say, and we'd crack up. School was my escape-I joined clubs, acted silly, let loose. No chains holding me back, no gag on my mouth like at home.
I spotted her by the lockers and waved. She rushed over, grinning big. "Mila! Happy birthday, girl! You're officially an adult-watch out, world!"
"Thanks, Helen! Feels good, doesn't it?" I hugged her tight. "So, spill-what's the plan for today? We gotta make it epic."
She linked arms with me, walking toward class. "Epic? Honey, with your luck? But seriously, what are you doing to celebrate? Party? Cake? Or just surviving another day?"
I winked, keeping it light. "Run away, that's the plan. Far, far away from you-know-who."
We both laughed, but I saw the worry in her eyes. She knew everything-how my dad wasn't just mean, he was dangerous. Back when I was a kid, I'd show up to school covered in bruises, scrapes, even broken bones from falls he caused. Sprained arms, limping legs-no one helped.
Not teachers, not friends. Nobody. At home, he'd blame me for every little thing, especially why Mom left. "It's your fault she ran, you little shit!" he'd yell, then bam-a fist to my face. It was normal, like brushing my teeth.
But today was my day. I wouldn't let him ruin it. After the final bell, I bolted out, racing home to grab my stuff and go.
The second I pushed open the front door, there he was-Dad, lurking by the entrance, eyes narrowed like a predator. He'd been waiting, I could tell.
I ignored him, heading straight to the kitchen for a quick bite. Where's that stepmom? I glanced around-no sign of her. Panic hit me hard. This wasn't good.
He let out this ugly, booming laugh. "Well, look who showed up! It's your fucking birthday, bitch! Special day for my little princess."
I rolled my eyes, stomach twisting. "Not today, Dad. Please, just... let me be." I begged, voice shaky.
But he was already sloshed, like always by afternoon. Stinking of booze, he lunged, slamming me against the wall. His breath hot on my face. "Watch your mouth, girl, or I'll end you right here." His hand squeezed my arm, pain shooting through me. I screamed, couldn't help it.
"What... what could go wrong today?" I gasped, trying to stay calm, push him off, get my feet under me.
He raised an eyebrow, smirking like the devil. "Oh, plenty. Remember when your mom ditched me? I blew every cent on drugs, booze, nights with whores-and yeah, that bitch upstairs helped spend it. But I turned it around. Bought my dream nightclub. Money wasn't mine, though-borrowed from a big-shot businessman. Two years later, he wants it back. With interest."
He leaned in closer, his body pinning mine. I took a nervous breath. "I... I don't get it. You make decent money now. Just pay him back, right? What's the big deal?"
Dad's grin turned evil, eyes gleaming. "Oh, sure. But why pay cash when I got something better? Something he wants more."
I froze, brain spinning. What the hell was he talking about? "Then give him whatever it is! Just settle it!"
He moved fast, trapping me between his arms and chest. I felt trapped, like a mouse in a cage. "And he said yes. So... from now on, you're his. Payment in full."
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9.5
Alpha Lykos lives with a deadly curse: any woman who touches him dies on the spot. His pack fears him, and he has given up hope of ever finding a mate.
Until a weak, fragile girl named Aria stumbles into his territory and touches him... and nothing happens.
She is his mate-
but she is not meant to live.
Aria's life belongs to someone else, borrowed by an ancient spell. If the spell breaks, she dies. If the curse stays, she also dies.
And an enemy pack wants her because she is the key to awakening an ancient power.
Alpha Lykos must protect her, break the curse, and fight fate itself-before time runs out.
But the greatest danger is not the enemies hunting them...
It is the truth Aria doesn't know about herself.
7.8
I was the "perfect" fiancée for Harrison Vincent—regal, silent, and low-maintenance. For two years, I suppressed my career as a forensic accountant to be the "safe" choice that polled well with his family’s shareholders.
But at a high-society gala, I found him in a VIP lounge with a socialite wrapped around him. He told her I was just a "boring art piece display stand" he had to drag around until his trust fund was unlocked.
I didn't scream or make a scene. I mentally filed a "bad debt" report, tossed my emerald engagement ring into a glass of stale champagne, and walked out of his life. That same night, I found myself in a dark jazz club bathroom, using a strip of my velvet dress to stop the bleeding of a mysterious man with a gunshot wound and eyes like grey flint.
The fallout was immediate. Harrison blocked my credit cards, assuming I’d crawl back once I couldn't afford rent. His mother called me a "nobody" while simultaneously begging me to handle the family's medical emergencies because they were too panicked to function. They treated me like a tool they could discard and pick up at will, never realizing I had already moved my things into a cramped Brooklyn apartment.
I couldn't understand why they thought I was still their puppet, or why a black Maybach began following me through the city streets. I had saved a stranger's life and ended a toxic engagement, yet the air around me felt heavier and more dangerous than ever.
The truth came out at the hospital when the most feared man in the city stepped out of the shadows. It was the man from the bathroom—Collis Vincent, the ruthless head of the family. He didn't just humiliate Harrison; he took my hand in front of everyone and made a chilling declaration.
"Harrison is a fool to have let you go, Helena. Your arrangement with him is terminated. From now on, you'll be working with me."
7.2
Clara's husband of three years walked into their penthouse with two lawyers.
He threw a divorce agreement on the table, demanding she sign away all her assets. If she refused, he would bankrupt her family and send her mother to federal prison.
He did it all for his new girlfriend, Corinne. After stripping Clara of everything, Kane stood by while Corinne publicly humiliated her, stepping on her fingers and mocking her misery. When Kane suspected Clara might be pregnant, he dragged her to a private clinic. He forced her onto an examination table and ordered a deeply invasive medical check-up, treating her like absolute garbage just to ensure she wasn't carrying his heir.
Lying on the cold medical bed in a thin paper gown, Clara's heart completely shattered. She didn't understand how the man who once promised her forever could turn into such a ruthless monster. She was indeed pregnant, but she knew if he found out, he would steal her baby and destroy her completely.
With the help of a tech-genius friend, Clara faked a negative test result and escaped his clutches. The next day, she walked into their company, threw a bold "I QUIT" note right in the mistress's face, and walked away. Touching her belly, Clara swore she would return to make them pay for every single thing they had done.
7.1
For ten years, my family kept me locked away, forcing me to play the part of a broken, mentally unstable girl. They controlled me with sedatives and treated me like a ghost in my own home, a prisoner in a gilded cage.
But I had a secret. I was a world-famous anonymous artist with a hidden fortune, and I had an escape plan. On the day of my cousin's wedding, my rebellion was accidentally witnessed by a dangerous stranger who saw the predator beneath my fragile mask.
To silence him, I dragged him into a dark closet. The encounter turned raw and reckless, a violent collision I used as the perfect cover for my escape. I vanished with a new name and a one-way ticket to a new life, leaving him with nothing but a bloodstain and the bitter taste of betrayal.
I thought I was free, that I had successfully buried the girl I was forced to be and the man I was forced to use.
Three months later, on a superyacht in Monaco, he found me. He wasn't just some wealthy guest; he was the ruthless head of a powerful crime syndicate, and I was trapped in his private penthouse. He locked the door, his eyes black with possessive rage.
"The game is over," he whispered. "This time, you're not running."
9.5
He was born from the void between stars - a being of immense power, forged from cosmic origins.
For thousands of years, he walked among humanity, protecting them and keeping his true strength hidden. After losing the only family he had, grief led him to seek his own end... only to wake up in a world entirely unlike his own.
Here, cultivation is the main path to power. Those who master spirit qi gain superhuman strength, speed, and abilities that place them far above ordinary people. Four great sects rule the land, competing for resources, secrets, and dominance over each other.
Icaros joined the Li Sect, where he found companions he came to trust and care for: the capable and easygoing Li Han, the sharp and composed Su Yan, and the spirited Nelly. For a time, he felt he had found a place to belong, even as he kept his true nature hidden and wondered whether he could ever learn to cultivate like those around him.
Everything changed when their voyage was suddenly attacked. A powerful figure floating in the sky cut their ship apart with sharp, devastating energy strikes, leaving only destruction in his wake. Believing his friends had been lost in the disaster, Icaros chose to stop holding back any longer.
> "I am done hiding!"
He unleashed his full power: golden light blazed from his eyes, he flew at incredible speed, and he broke through every barrier and enemy in his way. On the shores ahead, he tore through hordes of powerful jade monsters, destroying them completely before flying deep into the interior of the island.
Meanwhile, survivors washed up scattered and alone. One young cultivator found himself on the shores of Jade Island - a place most cultivators avoid, as it holds no treasures or useful materials, only danger and endless deposits of ordinary jade. Yet despite the risks, ordinary people have built settlements here, finding safety from the conflicts and power struggles of the outside world.
This island works by different rules. Spirit qi is scarce and unstable, making cultivation far less effective than elsewhere. Instead, the people here rely on advanced technology - weapons and explosives that can injure or even defeat those with great physical strength. Here, skill and preparation can be just as powerful as raw strength, and even the strongest cultivators must move with caution.
Now, Icaros has vanished deep into the island. His companions are lost somewhere across this dangerous land. And the mysterious swordsman who destroyed their ship has already arrived here, searching for an ancient map said to lead to the legacy of a being from another world.
Will they find each other again? And can anyone survive in a place where the usual rules of power no longer hold true?
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7.6
My fated mate rejected me in front of the entire pack and they cheered while he did it.
Moving to Nightshade Pack was supposed to be my escape. Instead, I got two step-brothers who looked at me like I was something they wanted to destroy.
Dante Blackwell: brutal, possessive, with eyes that burned through me every time we were in the same room.
Mateo Blackwell: all charm and cruelty, with a smile that shouldn't make my heart race but does.
They made my life hell. Every day was a new way to remind me I didn't belong.
But one incident changed it all.
What happens when the step-brothers you're supposed to hate become the ones you can't stop craving? When the mate who destroyed you comes crawling back? When the broken girl they underestimated discovers she's something they should fear?
Sometimes the prey becomes the predator.