Forced To Marry The Billionaire: To Be Abused Daily
"A FORCED MARRIAGE. A RUTHLESS CLAUSE. HE DOESN'T WANT A WIFE—HE WANTS A WHORE IN HIS BED EVERY SINGLE NIGHT."
At eighteen, Helen Rossi was handed over like a piece of property to settle a debt. Her older sister fled, but the contract remained unchanged: Helen was dragged to the altar as the replacement. She is young, untouched, voluptuous, and possesses a fierce, unbroken spirit.
Damian Vance is thirty years old, and he owns Chicago. He is an arrogant, brutal, and sadistic billionaire CEO, used to ruling both his empire and his private erotic nightclub with an iron fist. He doesn’t want romance; he demands a submissive bitch in his bed who will obey his every dark command.
The terms of the contract are clear and ruthless: daily sexual servitude, and a male heir in less than two years. To Damian, it doesn’t matter which Rossi is standing at the altar. Helen will be forced to spread her legs and lie in his bed every single night.
He thinks he can easily break her pride through fear and pain. But this substitute bride has teeth—and she is going to bite back.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 10: The Master of the Pack(Damian’s POV)The silence inside the high-rise Chicago penthouse was almost absolute. I glanced at the gold watch on my wrist: it was past one in the morning. The farce of a marriage to the Rossi bloodline had finally been sealed at the altar, and the substitute bride was exactly where she belonged—confined and under my roof. Helen was young, untouched, and possessed an insolence that irritated me as much as it turned me on, but I had established the rules. A three-day truce would be more than enough time for her voluptuous body to process the heavy weight of my name.I walked into my office, loosening the knot of my dark tie. I sat behind the heavy mahogany desk, surrounded by financial reports and screens monitoring the operations of Vance Global Holdings and the movements of our syndicate. My chronic insomnia would offer me no respite tonight. I needed to organize the transition and corporate merger paperwork before dawn.The soft sound of the office door opening without warning m
Last Updated: 2026-06-17
Chapter: CHAPTER 9: The Ownership of PainCHAPTER 9: The Ownership of Pain (Helen’s POV)The rhythmic, steady beeps of a heart monitor were the first sounds that dragged me back to reality. I opened my eyes slowly, but the harsh white light from the ceiling made my head throb with brutal violence. Letting out a low groan, I brought my hand to my forehead, feeling a thick layer of gauze wrapped around it. I tried to sit up in the adjustable hospital bed, but a massive, heavy hand pressed down on my shoulder, forcing me back against the sheets."Stay down," Damian Vance’s deep, cold voice echoed from beside me.I turned my head and found him sitting in an armchair, his arms crossed and those same gélid blue eyes locked onto me. The sheer panic from the memory of the accident hit me like lightning."What... what happened?" My voice came out weak, scratching against my throat."Do you have a death wish, Helen?" he asked, his tone calm but laced with a dangerous, contained fury. "You were sideswiped by a car while running through
Last Updated: 2026-06-17
Chapter: CHAPTER 8: The Great Escape(Helen’s POV)The drive back to the neighborhood where my family’s estate was located took a little over an hour. My thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind. I knew that house was only a temporary rental for the wedding; as soon as the transition was complete, my father intended to move my sisters far away from Chicago, all the way down to Texas. I had to act today, or I would never see my girls again.I was wearing simple but high-quality clothes I found in the penthouse closet: tight black leggings that allowed me to move easily, and a looser, oversized hoodie over it.When the armored car pulled up in front of the house, Damian’s two burly security guards climbed out first. They scanned the surroundings suspiciously before opening the door for me."We’ll be waiting right out here, Mrs. Vance. Don't be long," one of them warned, crossing his arms."I'm just going to grab my books and say goodbye to my sisters," I replied, keeping my voice steady as I walked inside.The moment I crossed th
Last Updated: 2026-06-17
Chapter: CHAPTER 7: The Only Window(Helen’s POV)I was stretched out and bound to a massive cross-shaped wooden structure. My mouth was sealed shut, preventing me from screaming. In front of me, a gigantic, imposing silhouette loomed, holding a whip that sliced through the air with a deafening crack. I couldn't see the man's face, but the sheer oppression of his physical presence crushed my chest. The steel and leather came hurtling toward my bare skin...I woke up with a violent start, my heart practically leaping out of my chest, my body drenched in a cold sweat.It took a few agonizing seconds to realize I was no longer bound to the cross, but lying on the massive king-size bed in my own room. I had barely managed to close my eyes all night. The terror of Damian Vance’s promise and the grim memory of that luxurious torture chamber at the end of the hallway had kept me in a state of constant, exhausting vigilance. I had never seen things like that before. The fear of being broken, of having my dignity ripped away by
Last Updated: 2026-06-03
Chapter: CHAPTER 6: The Mastermind(Damian’s POV)To the rest of the world, I was merely the ruthless CEO of Vance Global Holdings. An untouchable billionaire who controlled Chicago's largest investment funds and skyscrapers. But the truth behind my empire was far darker. My family belonged to an elite criminal organization, a syndicate that operated in the shadows of high society. I possessed the money, the connections, and the sheer power required to get absolutely anything I wanted in this life—including making people vanish from the map without leaving a single trace.I stood in my private dressing room, adjusting the tie of my tailored black suit. It was my wedding day. To any outsider, this would be considered a cursed marriage, a forced arrangement built on a blood debt. But to me, it was the final execution of a plan I had been orchestrating in secret for years.When I was eighteen, my father, Arthur Vance, discovered that Vittorio Rossi had been stealing from our companies. Rossi had pulled off a colossal fina
Last Updated: 2026-06-03
Chapter: CHAPTER 5: Three Days of Grace(Helen’s POV)I was wearing nothing but a white lace, strapless lingerie set that left almost all my skin exposed, emphasizing the full, voluptuous contours of my hips and waist. Damian let out a heavy breath, his blue eyes flashing with a dangerous, aggressive lust. He released my wrists, but his sheer physical presence pinned me to the spot.He raised his hand and began mapping his new possession. He slid his rough fingers across my cheek, traveling down my neck and gripping the flesh tightly."This mouth is mine. This neck is mine," he dictated, his voice raspy, as his hand moved lower and flattened against my chest, squeezing the heavy fullness beneath the white lace. "These breasts are mine. Formed perfectly for my hands."I let out a soft sob, trembling from head to toe. His hand continued its cruel descent, spreading across my stomach, tracing my waist, and sliding down my hips until he clamped his fingers hard over my ass, pulling my curvy frame flush against his rigid crotch.
Last Updated: 2026-06-03
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