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2025-03-14 01:33:16
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His Plaything Burning Bridges
[Bianca]I sat on the floor, my back rested against the wall and both knees folded up to my chest. I stared blankly at the bag of cash some distance away, its contents spilt across the floor.My eyelids drooped, my head bobbing forward in exhaustion while I forced myself awake. Sleep wasn't an option. Not when I was trapped in this place, counting the hours until sunrise like a prisoner awaiting parole.No matter how much control Dante thought he had, he couldn't stop me from finding a way out. The only reason I was still here was because I wanted to settle everything once and for all without having to look behind me while living.Last night had been a disaster.After my failed escape attempt—where I ended up back at the gates—I'd been livid. The security had played dumb, pretending not to know a damn thing, and when I stood by the road hoping for another ride, the first car that slowed down made my senses go off.The driver's stare, the way his lips curled into a slow smirk—it was en
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-16His Plaything Nothing To Lose
[Dante]There's a feminine saying about men being scum. I don't disagree, but from where I stand, there are different breeds of male scum.There are the weak ones—the spineless cowards who cling to their fathers' names like life rafts, drowning in privilege they never earned.The poor ones—fools who think their fists can change their fate, swinging at the world like cornered animals.Then there are the ambitious ones—schemers who smile in your face while sharpening the knife they'll sink into your spine.And then there's me—a combination of all of the above, or maybe something entirely different. Something worse.But I don't pretend to be what I’m not. I don't hide behind morals or false promises and I live my life as freely as I need to. Because at the end of the day, the only thing bigger than my ego is my dick.And both have ruined lives—just in different ways.***The file in front of me was a mess of numbers, percentages, names—meaningless distractions. I shut it and leaned back
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-24His Plaything Paranoia
[Bianca]One week. That's how long it had been since my life went from bad to worse.I always thought everyone had forgotten my existence after the years out of the spotlight, but somehow, I keep getting nothing but bad publicity.When I tried to move into a new place on the day I got into an argument with Dante, I'd gotten accepted by the landlord only for him to change his mind the next. If it was just him, I wouldn't have been bothered, but no one seemed to want to have me as a tenant—not even a handful of hotels.At first, I thought it was all just a coincidence. Maybe bad luck. Maybe something about my recent surgery made me seem like a risk. But then the rejections started coming with strange, rehearsed excuses like:'We're at full capacity'. 'Something came up with the lease'. 'There was a mistake—we can't rent to you after all.'It didn't make sense.And that was just the start.My phone buzzed with a new notification, and I winced before even looking.Ex-beauty queen Bianca C
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-25His Plaything The Devil You Know [Pt. I]
[Bianca] I woke up in a comfy bed and yet, my joints felt somewhat stiff—that alone was a bad sign. Instinctively, I reached for my phone before freezing mid-motion. Right. That could ruin my morning before it even started. I sat up slowly, scanning the unfamiliar guest room. It was small and neat, but not the problem. The problem was that I had followed a near-stranger home, stayed the night, and somehow slept with both eyes closed—despite knowing better. I dragged a hand down my face. Bianca Campbell, you must be out of your damn mind. Keith wasn't exactly a stranger. I'd seen him around and exchanged a handful of words. An acquaintance, maybe. But that didn't make what I did any less reckless. I threw off the blanket and stretched, arching my back until I heard a satisfying crack. "Ughh..." I groaned, scratching at my scalp as I shuffled toward the bathroom. One glance in the mirror, and I nearly snorted. What a disaster. My hair was tangled, my skin dull, my eyes
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-29His Plaything The Devil You Know [Pt. II]
[Dante]I cursed under my breath, hanging up, just when a woman's arms wrapped around me from behind."Mmhm, what's the matter, Dante?" Bella whispered in a low, sultry tone, the warmth of her body pressing onto my back. "You scared me when you suddenly got up. Did something happen?"My eyes narrowed disgustingly, suddenly hyper-aware that she was touching me. Why was she touching me?"Get your filthy hands off me," I snapped, shaking her off like she was something unpleasant that had latched onto my skin.Bella let out an exaggerated whine, but instead of backing off, she latched onto me tighter, pressing her bare chest against my back. "Oh, come on," she murmured, squeezing her arms around me. "You're always so cold, but I'm already used to your harsh words, Dante."Her tone was that of an understanding doctor, but I wasn't in the mood to continue what we were just doing. I wouldn't have bothered calling her if my sex drive hadn't gone over the top this morning—so much so that I kne
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-30His Plaything The Switch
[Dante]I took the stairs two at a time, my pulse as calm as it often was. In fact, when was the last time something had made my heart race? 'I'm not sure I recall.' Keith's apartment was in a part of town that reeked of bad decisions. Most tenants had either turned a blind eye to crime or were involved in it themselves. The fact that Keith had gotten himself tangled in drug peddling—stealing and reselling from my company, no less—only confirmed what I already knew. He was a pathetic excuse for a man. No, Keith was still just a boy in my eyes, but his father was someone worth respecting. That was the only reason I hadn't discarded the brat yet.Stealing from my company was one thing but making one mistake after the other was beginning to get on my nerves.As I rounded the final flight, a thought crossed my mind.'Did he fuck her?'The question stopped me in my tracks for half a second. No. Bianca wasn't that desperate. The only way Keith could have touched her was if he'd drugged h
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-03His Plaything A Slip Up
[Mr. Wentworth]The elevator hummed like a dying thing, terribly dull, filling the space between us with its pathetic little song.Dante had slipped.How precious. How laughable. The bastard had spent his whole life perfecting his little illusion, pretending he was untouchable, that he didn't feel anything. But I saw it. Felt it. That moment of weakness.And over this woman, of all things?My fingers twitched. I rolled my wrist, cracking the joint once—Pop.Then again—Pop. Pop.'Hehe...' The great and prideful Dante... undone by something as feeble as this bag of flesh and bones.I turned my head slightly, watching Bianca from the corner of my eye. She hadn't spoken since I took over. Hadn't even looked at me. She was simply trembling in my arms.Hehe.I hoped she was thinking about what could have happened if Dante had abandoned her completely. If I had been in control sooner.The possibilities were endless. I would have let them defile her while I let Dante watch. 'But that fool
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-08His Plaything Should I Kill Them?
[Bianca]The more time I spent with this twisted man, the more I realized how normal Dante actually was.And that thought alone was terrifying.It was something in the way this one smiled—really smiled. Not the polite, performative grin Dante forced in pictures or social settings. This one truly enjoyed himself. From humming to a song that wasn't playing, whistling and smirking to himself as if life was one big private joke and I was the punchline. Worse of all, he was quite chatty. And in a vulgar way.At least Dante had the decency to be emotionally unavailable. Predictably cold. But this one…this one is just too hard to read.I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, trapped between his mood swings and the steadily growing dread in my gut.He asked me about society—trends, current affairs, celebrity gossip. All things I'd probably care about if I hadn't been hospitalised for a long time."I used to keep up," I muttered, arms folded tightly over his suit jacket that covered my undergarme
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-13
Bab terbaru
His Plaything The Hunt For Answers
[Bianca]It had been three days.Three long, weirdly peaceful days since I left Dante's place, and Cassandra's apartment had become something of a soft landing spot. Or at least as soft as her sequinned couch and aggressively scented candles would allow.The first night, she insisted I stay over without me asking, and claimed the paparazzi would never find me here, but we both knew she just wanted details and didn't take "nothing happened" for an answer. "So? You and Dante Wentworth. Spill," she had asked immediately after I got in, laying herself across the couch while smoking.“It’s nothing honestly,” I began, lowering my bags, “I was trying to get a job through him but things just got a bit complicated.” I lied, trying to feed her curiosity at least a little to please her. Cassandra kicked her feet in the air, nodding. She was obviously high and not the best person at keeping secrets. “Complicated you say? What do you mean? He just wanted to fuck or maybe something more serious?”
His Plaything Like Lambs To A Slaughter
[Dante]The bedroom door echoed after I slammed it and I heard the front door shut quietly.And I stood there—still drowning in the aftershock.She slapped me.She slapped me.Me.Bianca Campbell.Bianca. Fucking. Campbell.The same woman who was crying in my arms in that elevator before the switch happened. Now she had teeth.She had the audacity to strike me like I was some misbehaving child who needed correction.I blinked slowly, jaw twitching. My hands were trembling—not with hurt, but disbelief as they reached for my cheek. The last person who slapped me was long dead. But why did I find her outburst unimaginably sexy?That fire. That mouth. Oh, that goddamn slap.What the hell was she doing to me?I paced the room like an animal, hands in my hair, tugging at the roots. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her lips. Her fists. Her shaking fingers curled into the fabric of her blouse to hide that she was panicking.Bianca wasn’t like the others.She was afraid but still daring.A
His Plaything Gossip Girl
[Bianca] Silence. The slap echoed in my ears long after it landed. My palm stung, but I held my ground—head high, spine straight—while Dante just stared at me. Not flinching. Not blinking. Just... watching. I half-expected an explosion. A violent lashing out like Mr. Wentworth would've done. But Dante? He only tilted his head. Like he was studying me. Like I had done something unexpected. My heart thundered in my chest, and I took a step back. But since my mother always told me to keep my head up, I did. And this man, this vile man who had nothing but sex and his twisted definition of submission on his mind wasn't going to make me fold. What the hell was even wrong with him? Was he completely deprived of love as a child? What made him think he couldn't take a different approach in wooing a woman? "You're lucky I used the front of my palm," I muttered, voice low but steady, noting the redness on his cheek. "If your parents didn't teach you manners, then you'll have to learn
His Plaything Treasure Trove
[Bianca]"Should I kill them?" he asked plainly as if the thought had wandered in casually, like weather talk.I blinked. Once. Twice."You're joking," I said, my voice stripped of humour. Because deep down, I didn't believe he was. Not even slightly.He wouldn't do it because he cared about my feelings. No, he'd do it because it pleased him—because he was bored, or curious to know how I'd react.My pulse skipped as I glanced back at the girls still glued to their screens, giggling subtly. Impulsively, I grabbed his wrist, my fingers tightening. Not because I cared about saving them, but because I knew what bloodshed would bring—and I couldn't afford that kind of attention.How had I forgotten how popular this man's face would be? He was a billionaire for god sake! "Haha!" He lifted both hands in mock surrender. "You caught me."I stared hard before letting out a breath. "Don't joke like that," I said, tightening my grip on his arm. Beneath the fabric, his muscles were tense—strong.
His Plaything Should I Kill Them?
[Bianca]The more time I spent with this twisted man, the more I realized how normal Dante actually was.And that thought alone was terrifying.It was something in the way this one smiled—really smiled. Not the polite, performative grin Dante forced in pictures or social settings. This one truly enjoyed himself. From humming to a song that wasn't playing, whistling and smirking to himself as if life was one big private joke and I was the punchline. Worse of all, he was quite chatty. And in a vulgar way.At least Dante had the decency to be emotionally unavailable. Predictably cold. But this one…this one is just too hard to read.I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, trapped between his mood swings and the steadily growing dread in my gut.He asked me about society—trends, current affairs, celebrity gossip. All things I'd probably care about if I hadn't been hospitalised for a long time."I used to keep up," I muttered, arms folded tightly over his suit jacket that covered my undergarme
His Plaything A Slip Up
[Mr. Wentworth]The elevator hummed like a dying thing, terribly dull, filling the space between us with its pathetic little song.Dante had slipped.How precious. How laughable. The bastard had spent his whole life perfecting his little illusion, pretending he was untouchable, that he didn't feel anything. But I saw it. Felt it. That moment of weakness.And over this woman, of all things?My fingers twitched. I rolled my wrist, cracking the joint once—Pop.Then again—Pop. Pop.'Hehe...' The great and prideful Dante... undone by something as feeble as this bag of flesh and bones.I turned my head slightly, watching Bianca from the corner of my eye. She hadn't spoken since I took over. Hadn't even looked at me. She was simply trembling in my arms.Hehe.I hoped she was thinking about what could have happened if Dante had abandoned her completely. If I had been in control sooner.The possibilities were endless. I would have let them defile her while I let Dante watch. 'But that fool
His Plaything The Switch
[Dante]I took the stairs two at a time, my pulse as calm as it often was. In fact, when was the last time something had made my heart race? 'I'm not sure I recall.' Keith's apartment was in a part of town that reeked of bad decisions. Most tenants had either turned a blind eye to crime or were involved in it themselves. The fact that Keith had gotten himself tangled in drug peddling—stealing and reselling from my company, no less—only confirmed what I already knew. He was a pathetic excuse for a man. No, Keith was still just a boy in my eyes, but his father was someone worth respecting. That was the only reason I hadn't discarded the brat yet.Stealing from my company was one thing but making one mistake after the other was beginning to get on my nerves.As I rounded the final flight, a thought crossed my mind.'Did he fuck her?'The question stopped me in my tracks for half a second. No. Bianca wasn't that desperate. The only way Keith could have touched her was if he'd drugged h
His Plaything The Devil You Know [Pt. II]
[Dante]I cursed under my breath, hanging up, just when a woman's arms wrapped around me from behind."Mmhm, what's the matter, Dante?" Bella whispered in a low, sultry tone, the warmth of her body pressing onto my back. "You scared me when you suddenly got up. Did something happen?"My eyes narrowed disgustingly, suddenly hyper-aware that she was touching me. Why was she touching me?"Get your filthy hands off me," I snapped, shaking her off like she was something unpleasant that had latched onto my skin.Bella let out an exaggerated whine, but instead of backing off, she latched onto me tighter, pressing her bare chest against my back. "Oh, come on," she murmured, squeezing her arms around me. "You're always so cold, but I'm already used to your harsh words, Dante."Her tone was that of an understanding doctor, but I wasn't in the mood to continue what we were just doing. I wouldn't have bothered calling her if my sex drive hadn't gone over the top this morning—so much so that I kne
His Plaything The Devil You Know [Pt. I]
[Bianca] I woke up in a comfy bed and yet, my joints felt somewhat stiff—that alone was a bad sign. Instinctively, I reached for my phone before freezing mid-motion. Right. That could ruin my morning before it even started. I sat up slowly, scanning the unfamiliar guest room. It was small and neat, but not the problem. The problem was that I had followed a near-stranger home, stayed the night, and somehow slept with both eyes closed—despite knowing better. I dragged a hand down my face. Bianca Campbell, you must be out of your damn mind. Keith wasn't exactly a stranger. I'd seen him around and exchanged a handful of words. An acquaintance, maybe. But that didn't make what I did any less reckless. I threw off the blanket and stretched, arching my back until I heard a satisfying crack. "Ughh..." I groaned, scratching at my scalp as I shuffled toward the bathroom. One glance in the mirror, and I nearly snorted. What a disaster. My hair was tangled, my skin dull, my eyes
