Novel-novel oleh Ire_wealth

He was going…. No way! Panic twisted inside me, but I shoved it down and it was replaced with rage and adrenaline coursing in my veins, he wasn't going to give up I moved quickly to the other side of the bed, putting as much distance between us as possible, but the room was small, too small to create a large distance between us. “You are insane,” I spat angrily, “After what you did to me in that basement, you expect me to spread my legs like some cheap whore? Never! I would rather die than let you touch me! Go fuck yourself, Marshmallow!” His look turned steely, ruining his amazing features. “And this,” he said softly, “is why you need to learn.” My eyes darted around the room, desperate for anything I could use to protect myself. But he'd thought of everything. Every object that could serve as a weapon had been stripped away. “Looking for something?” he said. "You're wasting your time." Before I could think of my next move, he was suddenly in front of me, closing the

They grabbed me like I was nothing more than a rag doll, slinging me over their shoulders as if I weighed nothing. I fought with everything I had, kicking, clawing, biting, but they didn’t even flinch. It was like they were made out of steel. “Take her to the first basement,” the devil said coldly. Basement? My heart thumped. “How is this my fault? You kidnapped me and I was trying to escape!” My words spilled out, frantic and desperate. They ignored me, dragging me down a dimly lit corridor. When we reached the basement, they shoved me inside with no warning. I stumbled, landing hard on the damp, grimy floor. I scrambled to my feet and bolted toward the iron gate, but it slammed shut before I could reach it. “Let me out!” I yelled, but I knew it was useless. Screaming will weaken me and that is the last thing I want. Taking a deep breath, I turned to gaze around my surroundings. The stench hit me first—a nauseating mix of blood and decay that clung to the air. I gagged, tryi

The soft texture below my skin was a stark contrast to the cold floor in the dungeon. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. Then reality hit me - the auction. My vision blurred as I tried to adjust my eyes to the lighting of where I was. My head throbbed like someone had hammered nails into my skull and my throat was dry. Whatever they had injected into my body left my body weak and my muscles aching. I rubbed my temples, hoping the pain would subside. It didn’t. My eyes darted around the room, it was a bedroom, spotless and minimal, with a neatly separated bathroom and a dim bulb. On the table was a tray with a covered plate, likely holding food and bottled water This was miles apart from the dungeon. But that didn’t matter. None of it mattered. I needed to leave. Now! I spotted a curtain that I could assume was……. A window. I lazily pushed myself off the bed, my legs trembled as I half-staggered, half-ran toward it. Yanking the curtains back, what I saw made my little hope

VENICE, ITALY. —ALZNA Where am I? The thought echoed through my mind as I drifted between consciousness and the darkness surrounding me. My last memory was Kirill’s sneering face, the sharp prick of the needle, and then nothing. Had he killed me? No. This wasn’t death. The air was too thick with the acrid stench of alcohol and smoke, stinging my nostrils and making my stomach churn. Voices murmured somewhere close, their tones hushed and brimming with something I couldn’t yet place. I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn’t obey. Panic spiked through me as I realized my wrists were bound behind me, the rough bite of rope digging into my skin. My legs were tied as well. A gag stretched between my lips, muffling my breath, and worst of all, a blindfold covered my eyes. My pulse hammered against my ribs as I twisted against the restraints, ignoring the sting of the rope burn. My breath came in short, ragged gasps, sweat slicking my back. The shrieking sound of a microphone interrupti

MOSCOW, RUSSIA. ~ALZNA The thin ray of sunlight slipping through a crack in the wall was the only way I could tell night from day. The air was thick with dampness, and the scent of rusted iron mixed with the staleness of my unwashed skin. My stomach twisted painfully in protest, hollow from days without food. The iron gate groaned open, followed by the sound of shoes clicking against the cold concrete. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. It was Kirill. My second-eldest brother, the one who relished power a little too much, stood before me. Even without seeing his face, I could feel the smugness rolling off him in waves, his presence alone was enough to sour the already putrid air. “Alzna,” he drawled, his voice laced with mockery. “You still wear that defiant look, don’t you? Stubborn to the bitter end.” I kept my gaze fixed on the far wall, refusing to acknowledge him. But Kirill was never one to be ignored. He crouched before me, the scent of his cologne invadi

Dave’s voice: “No, like this. The back needs to be able to breathe or the drawer will stick.”Teyana laugh: “You’re so good at this. You’re going to be such a good dad.”I stopped in the doorway.The room was half-unpacked. Teyana’s clothes hanging in the closet. Her shoes lined up by the door. Her perfume bottles on the dresser. A stack of pregnancy books on the nightstand.Dave was on the floor, kneeling beside her, helping her assemble a dresser. Both of them were like they’d done this a hundred times before.Like I didn’t exist.Dave’s hand was on her shoulder, steadying her as she held a piece of wood in place. They looked… easy together.My hand gripped the doorframe to keep from falling.“What are you doing?” The words barely made it out.They both looked up.He rose to his feet, composed, his gaze locked on mine.Something in my chest sank at the look in his eyes.But I stepped inside anyway, forcing myself to look around.Then my gaze snapped back to him.“What is she doing h

Rian appeared with an ice pack in his hand. He stopped when he saw Nathan crouched in front of me, his hand still on mine.“Dr. Morrison.” Rian moved closer and extended his hand, “Thank you for helping her.”Nathan stood slowly and shook it. “You must be the stepbrother. She mentioned you once or twice.”“Did she?” Rian’s grip lingered just a second too long. “Funny, she never mentioned you.”The air went still.Nathan pulled his hand back. “I’m her fertility specialist. Been working with her for three years.”“Three years.” Rian’s jaw ticked. “That’s a long time.”“It is.” Nathan’s eyes stayed on mine. “Long enough to know when something’s wrong.”He glanced at my cheek. “Rhea, are you sure you’re okay?” His voice dropped. “That’s not from the accident.”Rian stepped closer to me. “She’s fine. I’m taking care of it.”“I can see that.” Nathan didn’t move. Rian stretched his arm forward, “Let’s go.”I wanted to say I could manage on my own but I know how stubborn Rian can be and a n

“You're not allowed in here,” Dave said. “Only two visitors at a time…”“Then get the fuck out.” His voice was flat.“Riri?”I couldn't answer. Tears were streaming down my face. I touched my cheek. It was burning.Rian hand came up, gentle, tilting my face toward him. His eyes moved over my cheek, and something in his expression went cold.He turned to my father slowly.“Did you hit her?”“That's none of your concern…”“Did you hit her?” His voice was deadly low now.“Stay out of this, Rian. This is between me and my daughter…”“She's in a hospital bed!” Rian's hands clenched into fists at his sides. “She was in a car accident fifteen hours ago. And you hit her?”“She was disrespecting her mother's memory…”“So you hit her?” Rian took a step toward my father. “You hit your daughter? While she's… it's taking everything in me not to put you on the ground right now.”“How dare you speak to your father that way…”“You're not my father!” He spat. “She is your daughter! Your blood! And yo

“Rian.” My father didn’t look at him. “I need to speak with my daughter. Alone.”Rian’s jaw tightened. “I don’t think that’s…”“It wasn’t a request.” Rian looked at me. I could see he didn’t want to leave.“It’s okay,” I said quietly.He moved closer to the bed, his voice low. “I’ll be right outside. You need me, press that button.”He looked at my father and gave Dave a very hard look, then walked out.“What are you doing here?” “That's not how you speak to your husband, Rhea.” My father's voice was calm. I sat up straighter, ignoring the pain shooting through my ribs. “I don't know what he told you, but it's all lies. Every word…”“I know everything.” He cut me off. “The surrogate. The ex-girlfriend. The donor eggs due to your medical complications. Which part is the lie?”My mouth opened in disbelief. “You…you can't actually think this is okay.”“What I think,” my father said, moving closer to the bed, “is that they solved a problem you couldn't solve yourself.”My stomach churn

The snow got heavier the second I got outside. I got in my car and drove.I didn’t know where I was going. I didn't know what I was going to do.All I knew was my husband had just given me the ultimate betrayal, wrapped it in good intentions, and expected me to smile and accept it.All I knew was that in four months, his ex-girlfriend would give birth to his baby and everyone would expect me to play mother to a child that had nothing to do with me.All I knew was that I was completely, utterly, devastatingly alone.My phone rang. Dave. I declined.It rang again. His mother. Declined.A text came through:Rhea, come home. We can talk about this like adults. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. —Dave. It rang again. I was ready to throw it out the window when I saw the name.Nathan. My finger hovered over the screen, I took in a deep breath and answered, putting it on speaker. “Hello?” “Hi, Rhea. I was just calling to check in. We have that follow-up appointment next week and

My world seems to tilt because I held on the table beside me to avoid falling. Dave tried to hold me but I jerked my arm away from him. My heart ached so bad that I found it difficult to breathe. “Dr. Palmer said your eggs weren't viable and the quality was too poor…” Patricia began.“So you used hers.” I looked at Teyana, at her guilty face. “You used her eggs with your sperm. That's not a surrogate, that's just…” I couldn't breathe. “That's just your baby. You and hers.”“Rhea, we could raise the baby together,” he said. “It doesn't matter whose eggs were used.”“Of course it matters!” I backed away from all of them. “When did you all sit down and decide to replace me?”“We're not replacing you!” Dave's voice rose in frustration. “You're still my wife. This baby will still be ours…”“That baby is NOT mine!” Ugly tears streamed down my face. “That baby has nothing to do with me! That's your baby with your ex-girlfriend, you just don't want to call it what it is!”“Rhea, you're bei