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 6
Ace.
That was a relaxing shower. I was so gentle, like a normal person. I even combed her hair and dried her off with a towel. Then I carried her to bed. Guess what? I slept in the same bed as her.
One thing about me: I hate sharing my bed with anyone. Yeah, I'm that narcissistic, egotistical guy who sees himself as the world's boss and everyone else as my servants.
It was true! But what happened next totally surprised me.
I pulled Mila close to my chest. She was submissive but had a cat-like independent streak. She slept soundly, head tucked into my chest like a newborn. I guess we both felt safe. My body warmth made her secure. And her body-how to describe it? I didn't know. It's hard to put my feelings into words. Sometimes she felt like a sister or daughter to me.
We slept a couple of hours before waking up. I stretched to grab my phone and check the time-it was about to ring. It was 10 p.m. Everyone was waiting in the ballroom downstairs in my castle.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and glanced at the sleeping angel. She was sucking her thumb like a baby gnawing her finger. Oh, and her legs were wrapped around mine.
I laughed to myself, leaned close to her face, and pinched her nose. She opened her eyes and blinked. "That hurt."
I laughed at her pouted lips but waited until she mumbled, "I thought you'd kiss me when we woke up." Did she really dream that?
I laughed and teased her before standing up and pointing at the moon. "Get up. Everyone's waiting. Time for some fun!"
She didn't answer. She opened her mouth a little, stuck out her tongue, and went back to sleep. Then she wrapped the bedsheets around her whole body, even her face.
"Hey! Mila. Get up," I half-yelled.
She shrugged. "No. I'm not going anywhere. You go. I want to sleep."
"Mila. Get up now," I yelled angrily. I couldn't stand the word "no," and she said it a ton.
I stomped to her side of the bed and pulled her out roughly. "Didn't I say-" I was going to joke, but I stopped when I saw tears in her eyes.
Concern filled my voice. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
She rubbed her cheeks. "Nothing. I've never been to a party before. I don't have nice clothes or dresses for it. And I miss my mom so much."
I stared at her like I was mad, but I was just confused. I had no idea what to say or do to make her feel better. I'd never been kind to anyone like this.
"Mila."
"Yes?" She blinked.
"Mila, it's-" I stammered like an idiot.
"Yes?" She glared in surprise.
She panicked when I asked out of nowhere, like a horny animal, "Can I take your virginity now?" I expected her reaction. Her priceless face was worth it!
Seriously, I didn't mean to be rude. In the past, the only way I knew to comfort women in bed was a few rounds.
She yelled like I'd assaulted her. "You! Are you kidding?"
She jumped off the bed, sheet wrapped around her. "Are you crazy?"
I furrowed my brow. I hated her sharp tongue. "No, I'm not crazy or kidding. I mean it."
She screamed again and ran to the corner. "You! Get out!"
I rolled my eyes. "Okay. I have to go now."
I grabbed my phone from my pocket and stormed out. I gave her space and went to the next room-my huge closet.
Before entering, I ordered the guy waiting outside with two maids, "Go prepare Miss Mila for the party." I handed each maid a beautiful gold dress, gold heels, and said, "Let them handle the rest."
I'm a businessman, antique collector, and loan shark. I collect valuables, including clothes.
Anyway, I got ready-put on my tuxedo, checked myself in the mirror, slipped on my shoes, and picked a gift for Mila.
I invited her not to give her something, but because she'd be right by my side. It was important for her. No one would ever make us feel small.
I went back to my room (hers too). She didn't complain about sleeping together, so I was fine with it. She didn't make a fuss.
I knocked before entering. But she wasn't there. Not even the maids. I pointed at one of my guys. "Where is she?"
He answered fast. "Sir, she's at the party. And-"
I tilted my head. "And what?"
I couldn't wait. I ran down the stairs to the ballroom. My men pushed the golden gates open on both sides.
Everyone stared at me. But I only had eyes for one person: Mila.
She was grinning and dancing with some guy. I couldn't see his face clearly. But I watched her move-her body, her elegant strapless dress with a long train. Her hair was curled up like ocean waves.
Her warm smile lit up her blue eyes from across the room. Her little giggles sounded like a love alarm chirping in my ears.
She glowed and radiated beauty! She looked absolutely stunning.
I stared wide-eyed for so long I forgot the other guests around me. The jerk dancing with her snapped me back. He pulled her to his chest and leaned in to kiss her cheek.
Blood rushed through my veins. Without thinking, I lunged like a monster and grabbed her to my side. "What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled loud.
He looked me in the eye. "She's not yours! Ace, what's wrong with you?"
I turned at the familiar voice. "You! Noah! What the hell are you doing here?" I laughed, and he bear-hugged me. "Yes! I missed you, brother."
I mumbled, "Missed you too, asshole," patting his back.
Mila stammered, "So, your brother?"
I chuckled. Noah said, "Well, sorry I didn't introduce myself first. We're old friends. Like brothers."
I nodded. "Yes, we are. We never fought."
While Noah talked to me, he moved closer to Mila. "We never fought; we'd never lose our friendship over a girl." He glanced at Mila and me. "Right, Ace?"
I furrowed my brow curiously. "What do you mean, Noah?"
He shrugged and bowed to Mila. "I guess you could say I like Mila. I know you won't mind. Right?"
Would I not mind? That's how it always was with Noah. Nothing came between us. But not this time.
It came from deep in my soul. I couldn't control it.
Noah took Mila's hand and asked carefully, repeating, "Ace, brother? I do like her. Since I-"
I looked at Mila; their faces looked weird. "Mila? Do you know Noah?"
Mila's cheeks flushed as she twisted her fingers. "Yes, Mr. Noah owns our school. He was always kind to me."
Noah owned her school. She'd just finished high school and was 18 now. What the hell!
I shoved Noah aside. In a flash, I cupped Mila's cheeks and kissed her in front of everyone. Our lips met, souls collided. Whatever happened in that kiss hit me hard.
I stepped back. She turned red and buried her face in my shirt.
I looked over my shoulder and patted Noah's back. "Sorry, brother, but not this time. Mila's mine."
She was mine. Still is. And will be forever. But this was just the beginning. I didn't know falling in love could break best friends.
Maybe because innocent, cute girls like her were so rare. We were both ready to fight hard-or bloody-to win Mila.
I danced with her all night. I forgot the party was for business. I only focused on her.
It wasn't until I heard Noah fuming behind a fake smile that I noticed. "She's not yours, Ace. Anything could happen later. Brother, talk soon."
Anything.
I grinned devilishly and thought of the gift. I pulled out the diamond ring, slipped it on Mila's finger in front of everyone, kissed her hand. "I want you to be my wife."
I admit, it started as a game. More like a challenge. Who could win her? But after that, everything changed. Because we both had deep feelings for her.
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9.5
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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.