Novels by 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

Twenty minutes passed in complete silence.The only sounds in the car were the low hum of the engine and the steady swish of the windshield wipers pushing fresh snow aside.Dave adjusted the rear-view mirror.A few seconds later, he straightened his tie with one hand before returning it to the steering wheel.Then he adjusted the heater.I watched the whole performance from the corner of my eye.The only time Dave fussed this much was when something was bothering him.Normally, I would’ve asked what was wrong.Tonight, I couldn’t bring myself to care.“I’d really appreciate it if we made it to the dinner in one piece,” I said, not sparing him a glance. He cleared his throat. “Rhea…”“If this is about last night,” I said, “save it.”“I’m not trying to argue.”“Good, because there’s no point. Tomorrow morning, Phil will bring the divorce papers. All you have to do is sign them. After that… we’re done.”He glanced at me, then back at the road. “I’m not signing them.”I turned to look

I didn’t leave my room for the rest of the day.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Dave standing beneath the shower, fully dressed, asking me not to give up on us.I hated that part of me still wanted to believe him. There was a knock on the door.“Rhea, we have less than thirty minutes,” Dave said.I let out a sigh.Unfortunately, the shareholders’ dinner wasn’t going to cancel itself just because my life had fallen apart.I dragged myself to the closet and stared at the dresses hanging inside.Every dress looked like a costume.For one reckless second, I considered calling Beatrice and inventing some emergency that required a stylist.Instead, my gaze landed on the emerald-green gown tucked at the end of the rack.It was floor-length, fitted through the waist, with an open backI slipped it off the hanger and held it against myself.Better.Lifting my arm to zip the dress pulled at the bruises across my ribs. I sucked in a quiet breath and kept going.Makeup didn’t take long. Found

He didn’t answer.He just stood there, motionless, the steam curling around him.“What are you doing?” I hated how unsteady my voice sounded.The glass door slid open with a low creak and my heart lurched straight to my throat.“Dave.”He stepped beneath the spray without a word. Water immediately darkened his clothes, plastering the fabric against him. It streamed from his hair into his eyes, but he didn’t blink it away. He just looked at me. I instinctively took a step back, my heel slipping slightly against the wet tile before I caught myself.“Have you lost your mind?”“Probably.” he ran a hand through t his wet hair. “Rhea, I just need five minutes.”“In my shower?” I stared at him. “Are you kidding me?”“Just…” He closed his eyes briefly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Hear me out.”“Did you listen to yourself before you got Teyana pregnant?”Something flickered across his face before it disappeared. I couldn’t tell if it was regret or frustration.“You’re right.”For a s

Dave stood in the doorway, one hand thrown up in frustration. “Ever heard of ‘knocking’?” I asked, making air quotes. “This is our bedroom,” he made a gesture pointing at both of us. “What the fuck are you…” “Language.” I held up a finger. “There’s a baby in the house. Let’s not have ‘fuck’ be the first word they learn.” He let out a deep breath. “I got a call from the lawyer’s office.” “Mm.” I turned around. “That was fast.” “You filed for divorce.” “Huh, that’s an odd way to say thank you, Dave.” I folded my arm across my chest and turned back to face him. “I just saved you the trouble of having to pretend you still want to be married to me. You’re welcome.” “Call the office and cancel it.” I blinked at him and scoffed. “Cancel it,” he repeated. “Why?” I stepped toward him. “Give me one reason that doesn’t involve Teyana, the baby, the house or the prenup. One real reason, Dave. From you. Not from your lawyer, not from your mother, not from whatever version of yourself h

I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting there until I tried to stand up. My head throbbed like someone had driven nails into my skull and my throat was dry and sore. When I straightened, my shoulders protested, forcing me to pause until the ache eased. My legs wobbled as I reached for the doorknob. I missed it on the first try, cursed under my breath, then grabbed it properly and stepped into the hallway. The second I reached the stairs leading to the kitchen, Teyana’s giggle floated up from the kitchen, followed by Dave’s low voice. My hand clenched at my side before I could stop it. Not only were they having dinner together… they were having fucking family time. For a second, I considered turning back. Pretending I was never thirsty and keeping my dignity intact. My throat burned so badly it made the decision for me. And I refused to let them think I was hiding in my own house. Each step toward the kitchen felt deeply disrespectful to my mental health. I straightened my

Dave’s voice: “No, like this. The back needs to be able to breathe or the drawer will stick.” Teyana laughed: “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 were 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. They moved around each other as though 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 door frame to keep from falling. The bruises along my ribs protested with every breath, but I barely felt them anymore. “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