Chapter: 15: My Queen In My ParadiseChapter 10: My Queen In My ParadiseFrom a million miles above the ground, I watch the city shrink into a small segment on the world's map. No matter how I strain my eyes, I can't make out my house or the church… Everything is a blur. I'm on top of the world! A big grin plasters across my face. I'm this close to screaming out loud. Frankly, I've never been to Maldives, never had a decent vacation until him…I recline back in my seat and turn to face him. Just like myself, his belt straps him to his seat. He smiles. Wrinkles line the side of his eyes regardless of the mask. He looks charming still.“Is there something on your mind?” I smile and nod to his question. “With you, I always have something to say.” His long fingers drum on his thigh. Then he looks at me again, eyes inviting me for something more. “I hope they are all good.”I heave a soft sigh. Without thinking through my actions, I damn the consequences and unbuckle my belt, then latch onto him. My ass grind against
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Chapter: 14: Devil’s Reunion'The face of my monster... deliciously pretty, like a perfect gentleman even though he's the opposite.' His eyes hold mine in a long stare, and the side of his lips twitch. Not looking away, he leans into me, hair tickling my skin in gentle strokes. Oh... god...It's everything about him that drives me wild. I gulp dryly and hold my breath. I can feel my panties go sticky and cling to my body. "Hmmm," he murmurs. His hair teases my bare skin, leaving thick bump-like spikes. "Don't beat yourself up, mama." A dark throaty chuckle follows. "It's a hyperrealistic silicone mask." Wait... what?!My lips part in realization. I search along the fine edges of his face to detect the mask. I feel played. "My invitation is past due... but I'll wait. For you."His deep baritone reverberates deep in my head. It smoothly takes me back to the yacht... our pending date night. As if he didn't just mess with me, he stands upright and adjusts his jacket. No apologies given for the cocky show, he
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Chapter: 13: MonsterTessa Morris It’s Ella’s wedding!The old church bell dings. Songs of hymns echo from a distance. In the room we’re lodged in, we can hear the drum rolls and choristers’ chords burst into sweet melody. It’s happening! “Y’all have to hurry, honey.” My mum rushes into the room. She’s in a gorgeous light pink dress with a pencil tip. “You don’t want to keep your groom waiting forever.”Rumi and the other ladies are in one part of the room, dusting on makeup and drawing their eyebrows to perfection while I try to get Ella fully ready all by myself. Not like I'm complaining, but if their mean asses should be here, then they should be useful! Ella’s makeup is finished and she’s now in her dream dress. All zipped up and ready.“Here you go.” I playfully throw her veil over her face and heave a loud sigh. “You look… beautiful.” I lean over her shoulder to whisper. “Adam will be left drooling over his perfect bride.”Ella pouts and looks up at me. Her breathing breaks in soft whimpering.
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Chapter: 12: Lethal Addiction Jax Harper She's gone. I'm standing in the middle of her empty apartment, with her micro sim, without any traces of her in sight The small heels of my Crocs designer shoes click. I'm now standing in front of her portrait, my eyes exploring every perfect contour of her imperfection. “Tessa Morris.” A nasty smirk makes my upper lip twitch. Except if she sojourns out of the planet, I'll still find her. “Let's see how far you can go, mama.” The pads of my fingers slowly rub together. Just like I came in, I walk out, undetected by her neighbors, not like it matters anyway. The ride back home is thankfully short, with no hounding traffic that's capable of driving anyone crazy.The automatic door slides open. From a distance, Charlotte jerks upward and ducks. It's so unusual of her. She smears her shaky hands on her uniform and keeps a long bow. She's certainly hiding her face. Was she molested in any form? “Speak.” My tone is icy sharp. “Welcome back…”“Charlotte.” I snap her out
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Chapter: 11: One More Day“This’ll fit you perfectly, sissy!” Ella grins like a two-year-old as she flips through numerous styles for my dress. “What do you think?” She rolls her big eyes at me. She’s clearly ecstatic. I’m not.“I think so too.” My giggle somehow seems genuine. “It will compliment… you know…” now, I’m sounding awkward.I look down at the magazine to know which one exactly. There are seven on display. Argh!“Just perfect.” I randomly tap a photo. Then, her eyes shoot at me and she frowns. “That’s the wrong dress, sissy. Have you even been listening?”Oh, shit. I heave a sigh and rake through my brain for my emergency responses. “I mean, this too is also perfect.” It does the magic as she smiles. The seamstress, who has been waiting patiently to take my measurements, eventually does. After which, we go over the last fitting of her beautiful wedding dress. It's a stunning lace mermaid dress with delicate cap sleeves, a sweetheart neckline, and intricate beading. The fitted bodice and flow
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Chapter: 10: A Part Of MeLast night was a miracle.While my mum and sister stayed up late in the night to gossip about the wedding, I did with them just to keep my eyes on him. My hand was on the emergency dial. I was both freaked out and torn apart… I really wanted to see him, maybe sort things out and strike a bargain. ‘I still do.’As if he knew of the extra presence in my house, he stayed far across the street, legs crossed at the knee, hands dipped in his pockets... he didn't look excited. By the time the two ladies crashed out like dead twigs on a log, he was far gone. “Honey, hurry up. We’d need to catch the first train or be late.” My mother calls after me. It feels like an old lady getting her kids ready for school runs. While I miss her, I don’t have the experience.“And we need to fix you a perfect dress in two days… I don’t know what to do with my hair…” Ella continues to lament. “Argh!!!”“Hey, hey…” I hear my mum comfort her. The following words are whispers and I’m not so eager to listen
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HIS: The Mafia King's Property
“... Your daughter just fell off the stairs and she's in a terrible state."
With just one call, Elara's seemingly perfect life tumbles. Drowning in endless debts and her daughter on the brink of death, she tosses her morality aside and takes the job of a bartender in a notorious club, 'Sinful Saint'. Dressed sexy to entice the predators in Sinful Saint, she is attacked by mobs, only to get saved by a gangster biker.
He turns out to be the Don Marco Conti, the son of her family's arch-enemy, and the shadow she dreads. After their reckless one-night stand three years ago, she fled home with a fake identity just to keep her child safe. Now, he's back to claim her; his property, and he'll go to any length to own her.
Marco isn't the type of man she should have around her baby. But armed with money and an irresistible aura, can she fight her fate? How long can she keep his child a secret?
P.S: This is a dark gritty book suitable for +18 audience ONLY. Contains hardcore sex, violence, themes of abuse.
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Chapter: 90: Not Her, Take Me!Elara’s POV The long trip and stress evaporated in Marco’s arms. Right here, just where I belonged, we rode in a smooth rhythm, our bodies grazing, drowning us in our warmth.Our sweat mixed just as our moans blended in a gentle symphony. He shot in harder, trapping my breath at the back of my throat. We hit climax, panting like teenagers and moaning helplessly.“Whoa,” he collapsed on top of me and buried his face in the hollow of my neck. I lazily rubbed ruffled his hair and pulled him closer to my bare body. “Thanks for coming, Tesoro.” He lazily rolled into his back. We remained silent for a moment, trying to catch our breaths. Sheets clutched across our chests, we stared at the ceiling. “Anything for you, Marco.” I turned to face him, hand tucked under my head. “So, is there something else you want to try out?”His brows furrowed. “Actually, I think I have just one tiny thing…” he reached to grab me and I pushed to the edge of the bed.“Marco!” I giggled. “Stop… please.” I s
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Chapter: 89: United In PainElara’s POV “Hey,” Marco’s steel voice stopped me from leaving immediately. He was standing on the terrace, back pressed to the railing as he smoked and sipped from his glass of whiskey.“Take my card, get whatever you want.” He pulled out his black platinum card and stretched it over to me.Quite confused, I tilted my head to the side to get a better view of him. My eyes rolled, demanding he explain further. I was already dressed and ready to meet Evelyn. “I’m not going shopping,” I mumble on my spot. “I just need to speak with her.”“Without appeasing her? That’s lame.” He shrugged. “I know girl’s meetings are sometimes lavish.” He still kept the card in between us. “Do something for fun.” I chuckled and watched him drag on his cigar, then puffed. The heels of my boots clicked as I approached him. “I’ve got my own money, Mr. Marco Conti.” “Well, I want you to spend my money, Miss Elara Saint Clair.”I pushed my bag to the back and wrapped my arms around him. He dropped the gla
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Chapter: 88: Last Respect, CuccioloElara’s POV Evelyn texted back!I stared at the phone long enough that the screen would split from any slight pressure. Considering the way we ended and how long it took her to respond, I guessed she must have either blocked me or changed her line. Oh, my god. My emotions were all over the place. I clutched hard on my phone and started texting back. Marco noticed the sudden change in my attitude. All of my attention was diverted to my phone and he hated to share his moment, but right now, I care less about his fits. ‘That’s a mean thing to say, Evie!’ I pouted as if she could see me, then resumed typing. ‘Heavens! I’ve missed you so much!’“Tesoro, is something up?”I ignored him and clicked the send button, then palmed the phone to my chest and waited for her response. Hopefully, she would be quick.“Elara?” His tone deepened. Now, he was solely focused on me.I expelled air and grinned. “It’s Evelyn, she finally texted back.”He hummed, uninterested as I expected of him. “Took
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Chapter: 87: A Second Chance- Don't Ruin It!Elara’s POV ‘I almost died, Evie… Can you not be so blinded with rage?’My fingers danced around my keyboard as I contemplated wiping the text and letting things be. A part of me wouldn’t allow it, especially since I wronged her so badly. First, I owed her an explanation, and second, I needed to be close enough to know how far Matthew’s investigation was coming up. I mean, I hated that Marco was a lover of blood, but Matthew wasn’t a saint either, and I would hate to see Marco go to jail for doing the world a favor.“Is there a problem?” Marco’s voice was soft in my ears. I spent my day trying to please him, cooking and sizzling myself as an extra dish. Now, we were cuddled in bed. His arm was over my shoulder as he pulled me to himself and kissed my head.“Nothing much.” I tapped send and locked my phone. The thoughts of Evelyn flew out the window and got blown away with the night’s air when I stared into his cool eyes. There was love and comfort, and something I couldn’t really
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Chapter: 86: No Mercy GrantedMarco’s POV “Francesca, sit.”My command was stern, just as my tone was cold and gripping. She looked scared to her bones. Her eyes widened, body went still for a brief moment. Her eyes darted from me to the creamy brown mess on the floor. Without further hesitation, she sat on the edge of the bed, summoning as much composure as she could. “The coffee,” I looked at the broken chunks of the thick mug. “Who was it for?”“Ma'am Elara.” She said with a gentle bow. “She demanded I make her something soothing, but I don't know why.”“Hmm,” I scoffed. “Who handled the drugs from the doctor?” “Me, Don.” She taps her bosom. “He gave me the prescription as she should…”“Hey,” I snapped her out of her wildness. “You only speak when spoken to and only reply to what is asked.”She nodded. Her face looked terrified, it wasn't odd, considering that this side of me was new to her.“Since when do you have an Espresso in your room?” My feral gaze rested on her, monitoring her like a beast. “And wh
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Chapter: 85: Man DownMarco’s POV As cozy as a family, we lounged in the garden. Elara was beside me on the fancy bench lined by lilies and blooming flowers. Her head lay on my shoulder and her arms curled around my waist. I hugged her arm and pulled her in, my chin rested on her hair. I watched the little girl play freely in the garden. She chased Birdie and collapsed when Birdie was about to win. When the poor cat came to her rescue, she would hold the cat down, and run off. Elara's blood.Would our kids be this loveable and bubbly? I was a cold fucker. It would be awful if I had one resemble me, except the kid takes on Madre's genes. She was way too loveable. Violet ran in my direction and suddenly crouched on her knees. She giggled and crawled after the cat.“Baby,” Elara groaned. “You're gonna get yourself dirty.” Her motherly instinct swiftly kicked in. “Mama is tired, you'll have to wash them.”She reached for the little girl and I held her back. “Let her.” My eyes remained on the sweet sou
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