LOGIN
The President's Little Girl
Last Updated : 2025-01-22
16
Share:
Report
Lia Tan’s quiet, peaceful life is shattered when she is kidnapped by the powerful, twisted Vincent Casella, thrusting her into a world of wealth, luxury, and terror. Just as Vincent plans to auction her off, mysterious billionaire Rafe Laurent steps in, saving Lia for reasons rooted in his own dark past.
View MoreChapter 1
Prologue
“You’re mine,” Rafe’s voice was low, dangerously so, as he stepped closer, his eyes dark with something unspoken.
Lia’s pulse quickened, the air thick with the tension between them. She stood frozen, her body betraying the fear and the strange, magnetic pull that connected them. His words lingered in the air, a command, a promise, but the way he said it—like he owned her, like she belonged to him—made her blood run cold.
“No,” she whispered, voice trembling, even as her body rebelled against the protest. “I’m not—”
But before she could finish, his hand gripped her jaw, forcing her eyes to meet his. There was no softness, no room for argument. “You don’t get to decide, Lia.”
His lips crashed into hers, a forceful, desperate kiss that left no room for hesitation. His mouth was hot, demanding, as if he was trying to devour her whole, pulling her deeper into his world. Her hands found his chest instinctively, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath.
Rafe’s other hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head back, making her gasp. “You’re going to stay with me,” he growled against her neck, his lips trailing hot, possessive kisses down her skin. “And you’re going to learn that you can’t escape. Not from me. Not from this.”
Her body was caught between fear and something else, something darker—an undeniable pull toward him. Despite herself, she leaned into him, her chest pressing against his, the heat between them intensifying. His hands moved lower, gripping her hips with a possessive force, pulling her closer, as if there was no space between them that wasn’t already his.
“No one’s going to take you from me again,” he whispered fiercely, his voice raw with obsession, with hunger.
Her breath hitched as she felt his control slip, his desire burning through the thin barrier between them. He wasn’t just claiming her—he was marking her, breaking through every boundary she’d ever known, until she was left with nothing but him, nothing but the overwhelming need he awakened in her.
Lia’s mind screamed to break free, to resist, but her body—her body betrayed her, responding to him, to the weight of his touch, to the fire that spread through her veins. And in that moment, with his lips searing against hers, she was lost.
- - - - - - - - - - -
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious matter. Any resemblance to the actual persona, living or dead is purely coincidental.
Do not distribute, publish, transmit, modify, display, or any derivative works from or exploit the contents of this story in any way. Please obtain permission. The President's Little Girl copyright © 2025, all rights reserved to Blueesandy, always choose to skip the comment box, so you will have a great time guessing the whole story.Thank you!
Latest chapter
The President's Little Girl Thread
The crackling fire in the hearth cast flickering shadows across the grand sitting room. Lia sat on the edge of the couch, her knees tucked to her chest, warily watching Rafe as he paced the room. The tension between them was palpable, thickening the air like a storm about to break.Rafe had summoned her here without explanation, and she had come reluctantly, unsure of his intentions. His silence as he moved back and forth, hands shoved deep into his pockets, was unnerving.“Why am I here?” Lia finally asked, her voice strained but steady.Rafe stopped abruptly, his broad shoulders stiffening. He turned to face her, his expression carved from stone, yet his eyes betrayed a turmoil she couldn’t decipher.“You deserve an explanation,” he said, his tone low and measured.Lia blinked in surprise. It was the last thing she expected to hear from him. “An explanation for what?”“For why you’re here,” he said, his voice softening just slightly. He exhaled deeply, rubbing a hand across his face
Last Updated : 2025-01-22The President's Little Girl Balance
The next morning arrived with a haze of gray clouds that seemed to press down on the sprawling estate, reflecting the weight in Lia’s chest. She’d barely slept, her mind restless with memories of Vincent’s cruelty and the auction, where her fate had been reduced to a bidding war. The uncertainty of her new life with Rafe twisted her insides into a knot.The sound of the door unlocking jolted her from her thoughts. She sat up abruptly, her heart pounding. Rafe stepped inside, his expression as impassive as ever, though his sharp gaze took in every detail of her appearance—her pale face, the dark circles under her eyes, and the tension in her posture.“You’ve been in here long enough,” he said flatly, closing the door behind him. “Come with me.”Lia hesitated, her body instinctively recoiling at his commanding tone. “Why? Where are we going?”“I don’t owe you an explanation,” he replied, his voice calm but firm. “But you need to eat something more substantial than what’s brought to your
Last Updated : 2025-01-22The President's Little Girl Cold Welcome
The mansion loomed around Lia like a gilded cage, every corner dripping with opulence that only emphasized her isolation.Crystal chandeliers reflected light onto marble floors, casting intricate patterns that danced with her every step. The walls were adorned with artwork she couldn’t place, the kind of pieces meant to intimidate as much as impress.It felt less like a home and more like a fortress, built to keep secrets locked inside.Lia wandered cautiously through the hallways, her bare feet soundless against the cool tiles. Every turn revealed something new—an elaborate sitting room with furniture too pristine to be used, a library with shelves stretching so high that ladders were needed to reach the top, a sunroom filled with exotic plants that seemed out of place in such a cold environment.And yet, no matter where she went, she felt the eyes of the house on her. Cameras, maybe. Or just her own paranoia.Her thoughts were interrupted by a low murmur of voices coming from a near
Last Updated : 2025-01-13The President's Little Girl Tenuous
“Rafe, you’re pacing again.”Cally’s voice was soft but firm as she stepped into the dimly lit study. Her sharp features were softened by concern, her eyes tracking her son’s restless movements. Rafe stood by the large bay window, staring out into the sprawling gardens below.“How can I not, Mom?” he replied, his voice tight with frustration. “This whole situation is a disaster waiting to explode.”Cally approached slowly, her silk robe trailing behind her like a ghostly whisper. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t turn to face her.“You’re taking on too much,” she said softly. “You always do.”Rafe scoffed, finally spinning around. “How can I not when everything I’ve built, everything I’ve worked for, is threatened by his games?”Cally tilted her head, studying him. “This isn’t just about him, is it?”Rafe hesitated, his jaw clenching. He moved toward the desk, running a hand through his dark hair. “It’s about her,” he admitted reluctantly. “Lia.”“Ah,” Cally said
Last Updated : 2025-01-13The President's Little Girl Intervention
The hum of the car engine was the only sound breaking the tension in the air. Lia sat stiffly in the back seat of the sleek black car, her hands folded tightly in her lap. The ropes around her wrists had been removed, but the phantom sensation of them remained. Her gaze darted to the man sitting beside her—Rafe Laurent.He was a striking figure, his sharp features carved in stone-like precision, and his piercing gray eyes fixed ahead as though he were lost in thought. The dim glow of the car’s interior lights cast shadows across his face, accentuating the hardened lines of his jaw and the faint scar running along his left temple. He exuded an aura of control and power, the kind that left no room for argument or defiance.“Where are you taking me?” Lia finally mustered the courage to ask, her voice trembling but firm enough to demand an answer.Rafe didn’t so much as glance at her, his gaze still locked on the road ahead. “Somewhere safe,” he replied curtly, his tone as cold as the win
Last Updated : 2025-01-13The President's Little Girl Sold
As the door to the auction room opened once again, the crowd’s murmurs filled the air—low, eager, and full of anticipation. Lia’s heart raced in her chest, each beat like a drum signaling the end of any hope she’d had left. She was nothing but a piece of merchandise, her worth determined by the bids that would soon come. The ropes that bound her wrists felt heavier with every passing second, and the sharp, biting cold of the room seemed to seep into her bones.The crowd fell into a hushed anticipation, their eyes flicking toward the stage, where Lia stood, trembling but defiant, her wrists bound by cruel ropes. The chains that held her captive, both physical and emotional, were no match for the fire in her eyes.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his tone dripping with indulgence, “Allow me to present the prize of the evening. A woman whose beauty surpasses all that you could imagine. Her porcelain skin is untouched, flawless. Her long, dark hair cascades like silk, framing a face tha
Last Updated : 2025-01-12
You may also like
New Release Novels
To Readers
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Comments