Todos os capítulos de Bought by the Billionaire +18: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Chapter OneArdynI turned Nineteen today.There was no cake. No candles. Just the sound of a bolt locking behind me, and the click of heels on marble as I was led through the halls of a place women never left untouched.The brothel was nothing like the gutter I’d grown up in. Velvet curtains, chandeliers dripping in crystal, and the air thick with perfume and lust. But I knew what it was the moment I stepped through the door. A whorehouse for the powerful. A showroom for the desperate. And I… I was the new doll on the shelf.I didn’t cry. That part of me died years ago.I just stood there, wearing the black silk slip they gave me. Thin enough to see the curve of my breasts, the shape of my nipples, the hard points of my thighs. One of the women tried to do my makeup—red lips, smudged liner—but I wiped it away the first chance I got.I didn’t want to look like a whore.Not when I hadn’t even been touched yet.They said virgins fetched a higher price. That men paid fortunes for the pri

Chapter Three – The Forbidden WingArdynThe walls whispered secrets.That’s what it felt like as I wandered the endless halls of Caelum’s mansion the morning after the shower—my mind still caught in the heat of everything he didn’t do to me. I hadn’t seen him since. Not a single glance. No knock. No orders.He left me to stew.Maybe that was the real punishment.The staff ignored me as they always did—well-trained ghosts who moved soundlessly through the estate. Dressed in my assigned maid uniform—black dress, sheer stockings, and that humiliating little white apron—I looked like a prop in someone’s twisted fantasy.Only I was very, very real. And I was restless.So I explored.I didn’t mean to. It just started with the east hallway, the one I wasn’t supposed to enter.“No one goes past the double arch,” the housekeeper had warned me on my first day. “Those are the Master’s private quarters. That entire wing is off-limits.”She might as well have told me to go look.The place was mas

Chapter Five – “Rules of Desire”ArdynI didn't know how long he left me there.Blindfolded. Hands bound. Wet with need and aching with frustration.My thighs were slick with it—shameless proof of how badly I wanted what he refused to give. Every breath I took was laced with the memory of his voice, his heat, his nearness… and the devastating space he’d left behind when he stepped away.He hadn't touched me—not really. Just a tease, a whisper of a promise.And it wrecked me.Somewhere in the dark, the door opened again. I tensed, head lifting, heart hammering. I waited to hear his voice. To feel his hands. To be—"You're still here." His voice—calm, detached. Almost amused.I swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”He exhaled slowly, like he’d been expecting something else."Good girl."My stomach flipped.A second later, the blindfold slipped away. I blinked against the light as the silk around my wrists loosened. My arms dropped into my lap, wrists tender, skin flushed.He crouched in front of

Chapter Seven I didn’t know what I expected when he said, “Come to my quarters tonight.”Maybe velvet sheets. Maybe chains.Maybe to be fucked until I forgot my name.What I didn’t expect was silence.The kind that wrapped around you like a collar. Choked you softly.His bedroom was nothing like the rest of the mansion. No gold. No crystal chandeliers. Just dark stone, cold floors, and heavy shadows that didn’t leave when the lamps came on.He sat in a black leather chair, legs spread, wine glass in hand, watching me like I was already on my knees.“Lock the door,” he said.Click.“Strip.”I hesitated.He raised one brow. “You want to play this game, Ardyn? Or are you just another little girl who begs for attention and runs when she gets it?”I swallowed hard and peeled off my dress, inch by inch.By the time I stood naked before him, I was shaking. Not from fear—but from the weight of everything unsaid. The knowledge that this was the moment I wouldn’t come back from.He set the win

Chapter Nine — “Lucien’s Hunger”POV: Caelum She was tied to the damn shower rail.Naked. Wet. Writhing.Ardyn.My maid. My obsession. My mistake.Her hands were bound above her head with the silk tie I'd yanked from my own collar hours ago. Her hair was soaked, plastered to her shoulders and spine, skin slick, nipples tight, lips parted. She wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at him.Lucien stood at the entrance of the marble bathroom, still in his tailored suit, dark eyes pinned on her like he was trying to memorize the curves I’d denied myself over and over again.I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t stop it.He stepped closer to her, slow, almost reverent. And she didn’t pull away.She moaned.For him.Lucien’s jaw tightened as he reached for her. His fingertips brushed along her side, traced the swell of her breast, dipped lower.“She’s soft,” he said, voice husky. “Warm. Wet.”My stomach flipped. My fists clenched at my sides. But I didn’t stop him.Because I couldn’t