LOGINGraceI whimpered softly, the sound escaping before I could stop it. My throat felt tight as I gulped in fear, staring at Adrian lounging on the couch like a king who already owned the world. I knew what his plan was. He wanted me to agree to this marriage like I was in love with him. Like I had been dreaming about walking down the aisle to him. Like this was some fairytale instead of the nightmare he had purchased with my uncle’s blood money.Either way, I was already his. The ring, the shirt, the heft money he paid for me and way he looked at me- it all screamed ownership. But he still wanted the words. He wanted me to say yes like a willing bride.I took a shaky step back, my mind spinning in confusion and panic. “N-no….. I can’t-”Stella stepped forward angrily, fists clenched. “Grace doesn’t have to marry you, you sick bastard! This is insane! You can’t force-”Suddenly, Dante raised his gun and pointed it directly at Stella’s head. The click of the safety being switched off ec
GraceI jerked back from the kiss like I’d been burned, my lips tingling, swollen, and wet from him. What the hell am I doing? Cold water still poured over us, but my skin felt hotter than ever. I had kissed him back. I had let him devour me. My hands were still gripping his bare shoulders and nails dug into wet muscle. Stella’s voice rang out again from outside the bathroom door. “Grace?! If you’re in there, answer me right now!”I twisted desperately toward the door. “Stella! I’m here-”Adrian’s arm snapped around my waist like steel, yanking me back hard against his naked, dripping body. His thick cock pressed insistently against my lower back. His breath was hot against my ear even under the freezing spray.“Don’t,” he warned, voice low, dark, and deadly calm. “Your friends are here, bunny. All four of them. But their lives are in your hands right now. You behave like a good little wife, they walk out breathing. You scream, you fight, you try to run to them… I’ll make you watch w
GraceI was still pressed against the wall, trembling, when Adrian suddenly bent down and scooped me up like I weighed nothing. One arm under my knees, the other around my back. His blood-soaked shirt smeared against my clothes. I gasped, instinctively grabbing his shoulders.“Adrian-what are you doing?” My voice came out shaky.He didn’t answer. Just carried me straight into the massive marble bathroom attached to the bedroom, his boots leaving bloody footprints on the floor. The smell of blood and his cologne wrapped around me like a cage. He set me down but immediately pushed me back against the cold tile wall as his big body crowded mine.He reached out and turned the shower on and Ice-cold water poured down over both of us without warning.I gasped sharply, my whole body jerking. “It’s cold-Adrian, it’s freezing!” I shivered violently, teeth chattering as the water soaked through my hoodie and shorts. My nipples hardened instantly against the thin fabric.Adrian didn’t seem to f
GraceI stepped into the dimly lit warehouse and the heavy metal door groaned behind me like a dying man. The air smelled of rust, sweat, and fear… and exactly how I liked it. Nicholas followed close and our footsteps echoed. Dante was already there with his sleeves rolled up and was standing over the pathetic piece of shit chained to a chair in the center of the room. Mathew Heather. Grace’s so-called bastard uncle and …. My property’s seller.A smirk tugged at my lips as his broken screams filled the vast space, bouncing off the concrete walls which was music to my fucking ears.“Adrian,” Nicholas said carefully, voice low. “He gave you Grace. You had a deal then why did you bring him here?”I didn’t answer right away. Just chuckled, low and dark, rolling my shoulders as I walked forward. The sound of Mathew’s ragged breathing grew louder. Dante had done a beautiful job because Mathew’s face was swollen, lips split and ribs probably cracked. But not enough. Never enough.Mathew’s
GraceI woke up with a violent pain. My heart was slamming against my ribs before my eyes even fully opened. The familiar scent of dark cedar, and him hit me first. This room. The same prison he had caged me in before- black marble floors and massive bed with silk sheets that still carried the faint imprint of our bodies. The same golden cage.Everything came rushing back like a nightmare I couldn’t wake from.My uncle had sold me. Signed me away like livestock to pay his debts. Adrian had bought me. Kidnapped me. Claimed me. The black diamond ring, the threats, the dead guard bleeding on the floor, my desperate hug against Adrian’s hard chest while he whispered filthy ownership into my hair.I couldn’t breathe.“No… no, this isn’t happening,” I whispered as my voice cracked. I hurriedly jumped off the bed, my bare feet slapping against cold marble as I ran to the door. I twisted the handle but it was….Locked. Of course it was locked. It had to be.Rage, grief, and pure panic explode
GraceI stood frozen in the living room, the luxurious nightmare closing in around me. Adrian’s words echoed in my head like a death sentence.“Your uncle sold you to me, bunny,” he said calmly, almost conversationally, as he swirled the whiskey in his glass. “Money for his gambling debts and what he stole from me. He took a nice fat sum to disappear again and handed you over on a silver platter weeks ago. Signed the papers and everything.”My world tilted. I looked at Adrian, shocked beyond word and then at my uncle still kneeling on the marble floor, face bloody and swollen. “No… that can’t be true.”My Uncle sobbed, crawling forward on his knees. “Grace, please! Forgive me! I had no choice- they were going to kill me! He offered protection, money… I thought you’d be safe with him. Better than the streets!”“You sold me?” My voice cracked. Tears spilled hot and fast down my cheeks. The black diamond ring on my finger suddenly felt like a brand, heavy and permanent. “I’m really his
GraceThe library lights buzzed overhead. The harsh and yellow lights made my eyes sting. I rubbed them hard, then rubbed again, trying to focus on my half-finished project slides glowing on my laptop screen. Tomorrow was the deadline. The last submission before finals and I was nowhere near done.
GraceMy heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. My eyes widened at the sight of him. He was coming down the stairs.Each step was deliberate and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world because he already knew I wasn’t going anywhere. Each step he took seemed t
GraceUniversity felt like torture today.My head was splitting. It was the sharp, pulsing pain right behind my eyes that hadn’t stopped since I woke up. Every time I moved, it throbbed harder, like someone was tapping nails into my skull. I hadn’t slept. I could not. Not really. All night my mind
GraceOne second I was clinging to Ryan, shaking so hard my teeth chattered, tears soaking his shirt. The next second the world flipped. A hard shoulder slammed into my stomach, air punched out of me, and the pavement disappeared beneath my feet.I yelped, high and panicked as my hands flew to push







