Leah’s face was soaked with tears as she cried, "I was a fool to believe that you were any different." He reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. Her voice cracked, and she looked up at Damian. His eyes were gleaming and it wasn't only anger. Leah could see the raw lust there. Even at a time like this. She bit her lip hard, trying not to completely fall apart in front of him. She felt like nothing but a toy to him, and it made her chest ache. "You should know from the beginning that I'm not a good guy, Leah. I'm the worst", saying so, he smashed his lips on her. It was rough, like he was trying to prove something. She gasped in shock, but that just made it easier for him to kiss her even deeper. Leah tried to pull away, but his hand grabbed her wrists, holding her still. His other hand moved over one of her bosoms caressing it harshly, making her heart pounded. At first, she struggled, pushing and squirming to get free. But Damian didn’t stop, and slowly, her strength gave out. She stopped fighting, letting him take control. When he finally pulled away, she could barely catch her breath. Her lips hurt, and tears kept running down her face. "I hate you, Damian," she shouted, hitting his chest with her fists but he grabbed her wrists again. "I was a fool to believe a devil like you." "Well, too late, princess. You are already mine," He whispered before pulling down her skirt and ripping down her panty. Damian tossed the skirt off Leah's body. Then unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to his knees. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Please let me go," she begged, her voice came out weak. Ignoring her pleading, his fingers began to rub her cl*t. Leah felt her wetness and need for him. "Please... Damian..." She moaned. She was begging him to leave but at the same time her body was betraying her words and wanted him to take her. Damian withdrew his fingers and licked it like a hungry animal while Leah felt like she was trapped, unable to do anything. "Ahhhhhh..." She screamed when he thrust deep inside her in one swift motion. His thrusting was not just savage and raw, it was punishing and subjugating. Damian pounded inside her hard and deep. "I want this beautiful body of yours, princess," He huskily spoke, licking the side of her neck while ramming inside her. "Every inch of you is mine... Only mine." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After losing her mom, orphaned Leah was trapped in a nightmare. Her stepfather and his son turned her life into pure hell, tormenting and torturing her in the worst ways imaginable. They stole her dignity, crushed her spirit, and left her as nothing more than a breathing corpse, stripped of hope and the will to live. Just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, she was kidnapped by Damian García Santoro, one of the most ruthless mafia bosses in Spain. He was feared as the devil of the underworld, and Leah was certain she had fallen into another hell, where a new tormentor awaited to break her. But soon, Leah began to feel that Damian was different or at least, he made her believe so. His kindness and affection were like a trick of light in endless darkness, making her weak and leading her to trust him. She clung to the illusion, unaware that it was only foreshadowing the truth. By the time she realized that she was nothing more than a possession to him, it was already too late. Leah was left broken once again, knowing Damian hadn’t saved her; he had merely claimed her. She had never been free rather she was just a plaything to the man she had trusted the most. Would Leah ever truly escape, or was she doomed to remain a prisoner of Damian's dark possession forever?

Isabel's life has been a constant struggle with the word "ugly." Her Leucoderma skin disease had made her believe that she could never be beautiful. It seemed like every person she met had an opinion about her appearance, and none of them were kind. They made her feel like it was a crime to not be born with flawless skin. Despite her outside flaws, Isabel had a pure soul, but unfortunately, no one ever bothered to understand it. Instead, they treated her like she was worthless, as if her appearance was all that mattered. But hope arrived when Isabel's marriage was arranged with the handsome and charming Mason Williams. For the first time in her life, Isabel started to believe that someone might accept her for who she was, without judging her physical appearance. She dreamed of Mason being the love of her life, someone who would see past her flaws and cherish her inner beauty. However, on the day of their marriage, Isabel's hopes were crushed when Mason Williams called her "The Ugly Bride." It was like a punch in the stomach, and Isabel wondered if Mason would ever be able to love her for who she truly was. Would he hate her forever or be able to see past her physical flaws and fall madly in love with her pure soul? Only time could tell...

"You're my perfect little whore for tonight, but you're also a good girl. So, I'm going to fuck you like you're both." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a meaningless one-night stand—no names, no feelings. They clearly drew the line that it was just one of too many nights that just happened. After a night of passion they were supposed to part ways and never cross paths again. But what happens when fate has bigger plans? Zayden De Parenti is the devil in disguise, heir to a ruthless Italian mafia empire. He is cold-blooded, merciless, powerful and completely irresistible whose destiny is intertwined with becoming the next Mafia Lord. But in order to ascend to the throne, he must have a wife. The city of Brighton serves as Zayden's personal chessboard, where he has already chosen who will reign as his queen. The woman already consumes his every thought and has no idea what kind of monsters lie within him. He's determined to own her, corrupt her and burn down the whole world for her. Edith Florence Sinclair, the infamous daughter of the Mayor of Brighton. Since childhood, she has lived under the shadow of an elite society following her parents rules but never could be the perfect daughter. After establishing her own coffee shop, she moved on to have a life of her own. However, her freedom seems to change overnight, when she is bound to save her dad's secrets and reputation by marrying  Zayden De Parenti. Edith found no escape from this forced marriage because she turned out to be pregnant with the next heir of the Parenti family. Will Edith resist Zayden's dangerous allure, or will she fall for him? Can Zayden guard his heart against the temptation Edith stirs within him, or will his ambition ruin them both?