The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal.
My wrists were bound above my head, the leather strap biting into my skin as I struggled uselessly. He circled me, his dark gaze devouring every inch of me.
“You’re trembling,” He said, stopping in front of me, his voice a toxin. “Do you always tremble like this, or is it just when I’m about to ruin you?”
I bit my lip, refusing to answer, though my body betrayed me.
He stepped closer, his hand encircling my throat, the pressure a seductive command. "Speak."
“I… I don’t know,” I stammered, my voice breaking.
“Liar.” His fingers gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You belong to me, don’t you?”
My heart pounded, the words caught in my throat. “I—”
“No hesitation,” he growled. “Say it, or I’ll remind you how I deal with defiance.”
“I belong to you,” I whispered, trembling.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to tease the curve of my breast. He undid his belt, the leather slipping free with a deliberate snap. “Let me remind you who owns you.”
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Allison Blackwell’s life unravels when she’s abducted by the ruthless Blade mafia family, only to uncover her father’s secret—he’s been their partner all along.
Allison is trapped in a mansion caught between the Blade brothers—one cold, the other ruthless. As her father arranges a marriage to further solidify his ambitions, forbidden passion erupts, leading Allison to sleep with her bodyguard the night before her wedding.
The stakes are high, and freedom’s price may be too much. Can she control her fate, will she become what she hates or will she remain a pawn in a deadly game?
An erotic dark romance novel with violence, coercion, and adult themes.
Baca
Chapter: Chapter 177: I Can't Be Yours.The house was eerily quiet. The walls that once echoed with laughter and whispered promises now felt like a mausoleum of all that had crumbled. The past weeks blurred into courtroom drama and hospital visits. Dontrell lay in a hospital bed, battered and broken. My father was also locked away for sins that had ensnared us all.Now I stood in our room – his room, but he wasn’t here; the kisses and sex we shared in this penthouse were now memories. The staff packed up the remnants of a carefully built life that crumbled in an instant. The drag of my luggage on the floor sounded like freedom.His staff stayed—I admired their loyalty, though it was to the wrong man.“I’ll be seeing you, Ms Blackwell,” the cook said, nodding as he pulled my frame off the wall and walked out. His words felt hollow. Was it pity—or just obligation?I took one last look at the room, knowing it was never truly mine.This was a place where I had been loved and cherished—then manipulated, beaten, and lied to.
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Chapter: Chapter 176: One Month Later; Justice in Limbo.A month had passed since the chaos—since the gun at my temple, the screams, and Dontrell's fury. The nights were restless, haunted by the feel of his grip around my throat.My dad was fine, serving his jail term— for now.I thought that night would be the last chapter. But today, the courthouse buzzed with motion. Reporters crowded the windows, flashes blinding. Security was doubled.Justice was supposed to come with a gavel slam and order, but fate had other plans.I sat in the second row, Clayton beside me, tense. We hadn’t spoken much since that day. The weight of it lingered like smoke. Two federal agents flanked us, my hands cold in my lap. My name was redacted from the record, but anyone could connect the dots. I wasn’t here out of curiosity; I was why this room was full.The judge—a sharp-eyed woman in her sixties—cleared her throat as the clerk called the case.“Superior Court of California. People vs. Dontrell Blade.”It rang like a church bell.Except there was no Dontrell
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-01
Chapter: Chapter 175: A Silent Farewell.I was still shaking. My ragged breaths echoed in the sterile hallway, the air thick with antiseptic. My hands trembled, the pain and marks on my wrists a sharp reminder that I was tied up overnight. But no pain or sting of anxiety could compare to the uncertainty that clung to me as they rushed Dontrell through the ER doors.Clayton was by his side—almost too close, as if he could somehow will his brother to live just by being there. His jaw was clenched so tight, his teeth might crack. His eyes were haunted, desperate, masking everything beneath his stone façade. He focused on the stretcher, barely sparing me a glance, as if acknowledging me would break him. But I saw the tremors in his hands, the slight tremble in his voice as he barked orders at the hospital staff. He was cracking.His muscles taut, as if holding the world at bay.I wanted to scream, to tell him it would be okay, but the words died on my lips. I couldn’t lie. We were rushing toward something, and we didn’t know
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-01
Chapter: Chapter 174: Last Man Standing.Pain dulled and numbed my nerves but never left. My body lay twisted, face down on the cold marble floor, wrists bruised and chained, legs shackled tight. I’d dozed off from exhaustion that swallowed time.Cold sweat clung to me—fear or fever, I couldn’t tell.BANG!The steel door slammed open like a shotgun, shaking the floor. Dontrell stormed in, boots slamming the floor like thunder. Before I looked up, he grabbed a bucket—filthy water—and splashed it on me.I choked and flailed as freezing water hit me. My scream strangled behind the gag. My head jerked back, spluttering, struggling to breathe. I writhed, eyes wild.“**WAKE UP!**” he roared.I screamed back, but it came out muffled, a pathetic wail swallowed by the gag and drowned in the room's silence.I writhed and shook violently, my soaked hair sticking to my face, every nerve in my body alert now.He yanked my hair to make me look up at him, “You connived with Clayton?” He ripped the chain from the wall with a sharp clink.“
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-01
Chapter: Chapter 173: When day breaks, I Die.The air was thick with a foul, deathly presence. Nausea rose, choking me. I fought to hold it down, but my stomach twisted, the bitter taste rising.Blood. Fresh. Dark. Everywhere. A stark stain on the cold concrete. It pooled in the corners, a chilling testament to what had happened here. My hands flew to my mouth, holding back the bile. My feet cemented to the ground, my body paralysed by the horror before me.Ahead, a steel autopsy table gleamed under a surgical lamp. Dried blood smeared its edges. Shackles hung from the sides, the stench of bleach and decay churning my stomach.To the left—glass display cases. Not for trophies. For weapons. Lined neatly: silenced pistols, blood-crusted knives, bone saws, scalpels, and syringes half-filled with amber liquid. A blood streaked sledgehammer rested casually against the wall like it had just been used.My stomach twisted as I backed into the wall, gripping the frame to avoid falling. My hands, knees, and lips were all shaking.A body
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-30
Chapter: Chapter 172: Sex, Ashes and Evidences.The lone lamp cast long shadows over the cabin's bare walls. The air reeked of smoke, sweat, and sex— the aftermath of what Clayton and I had just shared. My body still ached from his touch, but my mind was sharper than ever. Wrapped in one of his shirts, I sat on the bed’s edge, papers and photos scattered.We were deep in the forest, far from the city, where no one would think to look. A place where secrets could be spoken without fear of being overheard.Clayton, bare-chested, leaned against the headboard, cigarette burning as he studied our evidence. His cold, dark blue eyes mirrored my fury.I picked up a photo—blurred figures loading bodies into a container. Victims of Dontrell.“We were right,” I said, voice trembling. "Organ trafficking. Smuggling. Everything Dontrell claimed to hate—he ran them all.I lamented bitterly. "Selling kidneys, livers, and hearts on the black market like fucking cattle.""Not just adults... children, too. Smuggling them across borders for sick bas
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