Mag-log in“You like being touched like a dirty whore. Don’t you, Zoe?”“Yes, Mr. Gatsby.”Zoe never imagined her life could fall apart so quickly. Sold at a secret auction, betrayed by her stepfather after her mother’s death., she is bought by Brayden Gatsby, a ruthless billionaire whose wealth hides darker appetites. In his world, her body is no longer her own. Every command tests her limits. Every punishment strips away who she used to be and she gets introduced to sinful fantasies. But submission isn’t the end. It’s the beginning.Because beneath the chains and the brutal lessons lies a dangerous connection, one Zoe isn’t supposed to want. Brayden is merciless, possessive, and utterly in control… yet the more he breaks her, the more he awakens something raw inside her.Caught between pain and pleasure, fear and desire, Zoe must decide: fight for the freedom stolen from her… or surrender completely to the man who bought her as his slave.
view moreThe police arrived in a flurry. Questions came at me like bullets. “Ma’am, did you see the faces of the men?” “No!” I screamed, shaking. “I didn’t! They wore hoods, gloves… I don’t know! They just, took them!” “The license plate?” “I didn’t…” My hands flew to my face. “I was shoved to the ground! They came out of nowhere!” Clara whimpered beside me, head in her hands. “It was… like they were ghosts…” I barely heard the officers talking after that. All I could feel was my heart hammering, my pulse tearing through my veins. Rain and River… my babies… gone. One officer crouched in front of me, voice unnervingly calm. “Ma’am, breathe. We’re going to get every camera feed. We’ll trace them…” “They’re newborns!” I yelled, voice hoarse. “They can’t survive out there! You don’t understand, they…oh God…they’re so tiny!” Clara’s voice, trembling, barely reached me. “Zoe… tell them everything. Every small thing you remember. It could matter.” I tried. I listed every tiny detail, every
The next morning felt deceptively peaceful. Sunlight filtered through the trees as Clara pushed River’s stroller while I guided Rain’s beside her. Yes, I’d finally named the twins after getting bored of calling them Baby boy and Baby girl. River and Rain Gatsby. The twins were bundled up, tiny hats, tiny mittens, tiny breaths fogging the air. The park was alive with joggers, dog walkers, laughter from a playground nearby. Normal. So painfully normal. “See?” Clara nudged me. “Fresh air. Sunlight. No crazy in-laws. No jealous husbands. No sexy neighbors with bouquets.” I shot her a look. “Not funny.” “Just saying.” She smirked. “Adrian would gladly…” “Clara.” “Okay, okay.” She held up her hands, then cooed at Rain. “But your mama is very pretty and confusing.” I rolled my eyes, but a small smile tugged at my lips. For a moment… it felt safe. Then it happened. A shadow passed on my right. I didn’t think anything of it until Clara’s hand tightened around my arm, nails diggi
My stomach dropped. The apartment felt suddenly too small, the air too thin. For a moment I couldn’t think, only listen, to the babies’ quiet breaths, to the pounding of my own pulse in my ears, to the soft click of Adrian’s boots as he straightened.Then the hallway erupted.Heavy footsteps. The front door slammed open. Brayden filled the frame like a dark tide, breathless, eyes burning with something feral I hadn’t seen since before the accident.His gaze cut the room in two: me, bruised cheek and shaking hands, and Adrian, tall and unruffled, standing a hair’s breadth from the toppled roses.“Zoe,” he said, voice sharp as a blade. “What happened?”“Brayden…” I started, voice raw, but Adrian answered for me before I could.“Your family came here. They threatened her. They tried to take the babies.” Adrian’s words were calm, clinical, but his eyes never left Brayden’s. “I stopped them.”Brayden’s face went white and then red in a flash. “Where are they?” he snarled.“Gone,” Adrian sa
The next day sun poured through the living room windows. The twins slept in their bassinets, tiny chests rising and falling in perfect rhythm. Clara had stepped out to grab a few essentials, leaving me alone with the quiet hum of the city outside. The quiet shattered in an instant. A sharp knock at the door rattled the apartment frame. Then another. And another. I froze. The sound of heels clicking against the floor before even opening the door was unmistakable. “Zoe!” Alessia’s voice cut through like a whip. “Open up!” My heart stuttered. I rushed to the door, peeking through the peephole. She wasn’t alone. Leonardo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, smirk plastered on his face, and behind him, Mrs. Gatsby, pearls gleaming, eyes sharp as knives. I swallowed, voice shaking. “What do you want?” Alessia didn’t answer. She slammed the door open before I could react, barging in with the kind of force that sent Adrian’s flower arrangements tumbling to the floor. “Zoe!” Alessia
Adrian’s gaze flicked from Brayden to me, the lilies trembling slightly in his hand. For a moment, no one spoke. The air thickened.“I didn’t mean to intrude,” Adrian said finally, his voice calm but guarded. “Clara called. Said you’d gone into labor.”He took a few steps inside, his presence soft
Brayden didn’t hesitate as he bolted down the hallway. By the time he pulled the car up front, I was doubled over, half-sobbing from the pain.“Easy,” he whispered as he helped me in, his voice trembling now. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Zoe.”“Don’t…talk…just drive,” I gasped.Clara was in the bac
When I walked into the apartment, Clara was on the couch, eating ice cream straight from the tub. She looked up instantly. “Well?” she demanded. “How was it? Did you kiss? Is he secretly boring?” I set my bag down, still processing. “It was… fine.” Clara narrowed her eyes. “That’s your lying voi
The next day Clara was sprawled across my bed with a pile of dresses when I came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel.“You’re acting like this is a royal ball,” I muttered, eyeing the mess.She propped her chin on her hand. “It’s not a royal ball. It’s your first date, with a man who has jawlines


















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