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 3
Ace Lincoln's POV.
It's been a week since that jerk was supposed to pay me back the money he owes. Two years ago, he came to me broke and desperate. He wanted to get his life straight and open a nightclub, so I loaned him a million bucks. I didn't think twice about it-it's what I do for a living. I'm a loan shark. I give out money, but I charge crazy high interest on everything.
This time, though, he wasn't offering cash. He was offering his daughter instead.
My collectors came to me that night. They said when it was time to collect the loan plus interest, he wouldn't pay.
When I learned his club was making tons of money every night from those gambling tables, I got so mad I almost wrecked my office.
"Then kill him," I yelled. I was totally out of control with anger.
But my right-hand man stepped in to calm me down. "Mr. Ace," he said, "he wants to pay, but not with money."
I tilted my head, wondering what could be worth more than cash. "With what, exactly?"
He shrugged. "He wants to talk to you face-to-face about it. He promised if you don't like the deal, he'll pay back your money plus interest."
I laughed it off. "Okay, let's go scare the hell out of him right now."
I planned to walk into his nightclub and punch him out. But I decided to hear him out first. I have a short temper, but not when it comes to making money. I used to collect antiques, so I know how to spot a good deal and when to wait for the best one.
I was in a rush, so I took my limo. My bodyguards came with me, like always. We pulled up to his nightclub. I stormed inside, stomping my feet in anger. I held back from killing him or shutting down his damn club before he could even speak.
I had helped him before because he used to be one of my most loyal guys. That was the only reason I waited two years to ask for my money.
I burst into his office and slammed the door. He jumped up from his chair. Some cheap woman was already on his lap. I snapped my fingers. "Get the fuck out now," I ordered her.
She was in such a hurry she didn't fix her clothes. She ran out half-naked, just in her underwear.
Yeah, I'm well-known in the underground world. If I'm not about to kill the person in front of me, I don't waste time talking.
I scratched my chin, walked over, and grabbed him by the collar. "Where the fuck is my money?"
He hiccuped and gave a stupid smile. "Calm down, Mr. Ace. Sir... I have a great deal for you. I think you'll like it."
I gripped his jaw hard, squeezing until it almost popped. I gritted my teeth. "I don't have time to waste. Say it now."
He coughed and waved for me to let go of his neck. He cleared his throat and took deep breaths. Then he said, "My daughter."
I tilted my head and snorted. "You trying to trick me? What am I supposed to do with your daughter?"
He pulled a photo from his wallet and handed it to me. "Look. She's beautiful. And she's never been touched."
I couldn't describe what I felt right then. I'd never had a virgin before. I knew I was cruel and tough. I'm a badass killer with no mercy for anyone. But I don't like forcing women or hurting them. And she was a gorgeous teenage virgin.
I raised an eyebrow. "You think your daughter is worth two million dollars?"
"She's a good girl," he said, shaking and shivering.
I figured he had no more words.
I leaned in, crossed my arms, and thought for a long time. "If that's true, why are you selling her?"
He shrugged coldly. "Why not?"
I cursed. "You're a fucking jerk of a father. Okay, deal. I'll take her."
He answered fast and excited. "She turns eighteen in a few days. You can come get her."
I held up my hand to stop him. "No, not me. Don't worry. My men will handle it."
I stood up and walked out. My guys followed. I took the photo and kept staring at her face. It was like I was already in love with her, even though I'd never met her. I'd never felt anything like that before. Seriously, never.
I sighed to myself. Spending two million on a woman was dumb. I love money more than my own life. That's why my right-hand man asked me as we left, "Sir, are you serious? We could sell her other ways, like at an auction. She's not worth that much."
I turned to him. "I want her. On her birthday night. I'm fascinated."
I was. Seriously. No idea why.
Even when I went to sleep, I kept her photo with me, like a teenager. It felt like I wanted to hug and kiss her. I could barely wait to talk to her.
The next morning, I got up and started handling things. I told my guys to update the furniture in my room. Make it a comfy bedroom. And I quickly ordered a painting of her to give her.
Yes. I wanted to hang a big photo of her right in the center of the room.
I was scared that after I met her, held her, and had her under me, I'd lose interest.
I'd never been into virgins much. I'm rough and tough, but I'm not a sex addict. I only do it when I feel like it, nothing more.
My dick doesn't control me. I control everything and everyone around me. But maybe it was because she was new and exciting, like a new doll or toy. That's why I wanted this big adventure so bad.
I thought that way.
Until my men drugged her and brought her to my bedroom.
I couldn't hold back when I saw her angel-like face and the bruises on her arms and back.
She slept like a sweet angel. Like a little kid. Hopeless, helpless, and vulnerable.
I stepped back and closed the door gently. "Who did that? I said I wanted her awake."
One of my men said it hard. "She was crying. I couldn't take it. She said her real dad tried to rape her and-"
In rage, I covered his mouth and clenched my teeth. "Get him now. Tie him up and take him to the torture room. I'll deal with him in the morning. But right now, no one interrupts us."
They left. Then I went back to the room. I didn't undress fully. I just sat in the chair I put in front of her. I waited for her to open her eyes.
I sighed and stood up. I carefully took off her clothes one by one so I wouldn't scare her. I left her in her underwear to see her better. Then I covered her with the bedsheets. I didn't hate her body. I just couldn't touch her. She was so beautiful, like a princess. I wanted to treat her right.
My guys were already working on her info. They'd been gathering everything about her since I made the deal with her dad. Days of work.
I waited too long. She was sleeping deep, so I took a quick shower. I hadn't slept all night and was worn out.
To relax my body and mind, I went to the shower. I sat in the tub with water a bit warmer than room temp.
Her purity caught my eye. She was special. But there was a big age gap. She was just 18, and I was 30.
That was a huge difference. Twelve years is a lot. I didn't know if it would be easy to treat her like a lady. I didn't know if she could meet my needs and fire up my strong desires. But I knew I liked her. I wanted her to be mine and live with me forever.
It was my phone ringing. I remembered I left it on the nightstand by the bed. I jumped out of the tub fast to get it. I didn't want to scare her. I was still naked except for the towel around my waist.
When I got close to the bed, I saw her staring at me in shock. Her eyes jumped between me and the big painting of her on the wall. I figured she panicked when she saw she was undressed in a strange bed.
"Mila," I whispered soft, moving closer to comfort her. She pulled the covers around her and asked, "Who are you? Why am I here? Why is there a painting of me on the wall? And why don't you have clothes on?"
I sighed. "Your father sold you to me. But don't be scared."
She said something shocking. "You don't scare me at all. But I've never seen a naked handsome man like you before."
"What!"
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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.