The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch

MATURE CONTENT WARNING (18+)

This story is intended for mature audiences aged 18 and older only. It contains explicit sexual content, rough and dominant intimacy, strong language, and a dark mafia romance theme featuring a cruel, male lead.

— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH —

VIVIENNE'S POV

They took my name first. Then they took my clothes.

I stood in front of the mirror inside a dark room in a luxury cabin, hidden deep in the French Alps. I was wearing a thin, cream‑colored silk dress. It was very tight, showing every curve of my body and leaving my whole back completely bare. I was shivering.

Only three months ago, I was Vivienne Sterling. I was the princess of New York’s high society and the only daughter of a billionaire. But my evil stepmother framed me for a crime I didn’t do. My father believed her. He publicly kicked me out of the family, took away my money, and made sure no one would ever hire me again.

Now, I had a fake passport and a broken heart. I was just Lot #4. I was a nameless girl trapped in a secret auction where rich, dangerous men bought beautiful women to be their puppet wives.

"Smile," the mean woman running the auction whispered, pulling the ribbon around my waist so tight that I gasped. "The most dangerous man in Europe is in the crowd tonight. Try to look pretty if you want to stay alive."

A few minutes later, someone pushed me onto the stage.

The room was dark and filled with the smell of expensive cigars and whiskey. I could not see the faces of the rich men sitting in the shadows, but I could feel their eyes looking at my bare skin like predators.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Lot #4," the auctioneer announced. "She is educated, beautiful, and completely untouched. Bidding starts at five million euros."

The screen flickered as the price went up fast. Six million. Eight million. Ten million.

I closed my eyes. I held my dress tight, trying not to cry. They were selling me like an animal.

Suddenly, the whole room went completely quiet. The bidding stopped.

A man stepped out of the private VIP box into the light. The moment he appeared, the air felt freezing cold.

He was very tall, with broad shoulders and a perfect black suit. He was incredibly handsome, but he had a long, dangerous scar on the left side of his jaw. His eyes were a cold, dark gray. He looked like he had no heart.

Don Lucian De Vitis.

He was the brutal boss of the Mediterranean mafia and a billionaire who owned the biggest shipping docks in Europe. He was a monster, and he was my father's biggest enemy. For years, my father tried to ruin his business. Lucian lived only for revenge.

Lucian didn't look at the crowd. His dark eyes locked onto me, watching my chest rise and fall as I breathed heavily.

"Fifty million euros," Lucian’s deep voice boomed through the room. It was low and rough, sending a strange, hot shiver straight down my spine. "And she leaves with me right now."

No one dared to speak. No one could outbid the monster.

"Sold," the auctioneer said, his voice shaking. "To Don Lucian."

An hour later, guards pushed me into the master bedroom of Lucian’s huge, lonely castle in the mountains. The heavy doors slammed shut and locked with a loud click.

The room was massive, with a giant bed covered in black silk sheets and a big fireplace. I stood near the fire, trembling from fear. I was now married to a monster. And he did not know my real identity.

Suddenly, the doors opened. Lucian walked in.

He took off his suit jacket and threw his gloves on the table. His gray eyes were dark and wild as he walked toward me. He was so big that he completely blocked the light. He stopped right in front of me.

"Do you know why I bought you, little bird?" he asked, his hot breath touching my cheek.

"To... to be your quiet wife?" I whispered. I forced myself to look into his scarred face. I refused to cry in front of him.

Lucian let out a dark growl. A dangerous, sexy smile appeared on his lips. Suddenly, his large hand grabbed my waist tightly and pulled my hips hard against his muscular body.

My breath stopped. Through the thin silk of my dress, I felt it. The hard, heavy, and hot length of his manhood pressing tightly against my stomach. It was throbbing with a violent heat. People said he was a cold machine who felt nothing, but his body was completely awake and burning for me.

"I bought you because you have the exact same eyes as the man I hate," Lucian whispered darkly against my lips. His strong fingers grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. "I am going to use your body and make you beg until your father's empire falls down. You belong to me now, Vivienne."

He knew my real name. Before I could even speak, his lips slammed down on mine.

"Ahhh... Lucian..."

The loud, ragged moan escaped my throat as his tongue forced its way inside my mouth. It was a brutal, deep kiss that felt like fire. His large hand slid down to my bare back, his rough palm burning my skin as he lifted me higher against his heavy hardness.

He didn’t just kiss me, he claimed me. He deepened the kiss, his teeth grazing my lip until I tasted blood. The pain made the pleasure sharper, my knees turning weak. I clung to his shoulders to stay standing.

He groaned low in my mouth. His hand slid down my thigh, pulling up my dress until his rough fingers touched my bare skin. Everywhere he burned, I hated him, hated my father, hated this world. But pressed tight against him, his hardness throbbing against me, my body betrayed me. I ached for the monster who promised to ruin me.

“Look at me, Vivienne,” he growled, forcing my eyes to his. “From now on, you breathe only when I say so. You belong to me and I’ll make you love every second of it.”

My heart hammered like a trapped bird. I wanted to fight. But as he pressed closer, I knew I was already lost.