All Chapters of Owned by the one night stranger : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Ah… Andrea, oh God… yes… right there.”“Andrea, baby… you feel so good… mmm…just like that, Yes!!!!!”The voice was unmistakable. And when Diana pushed the door open and saw her—Sara, her own little sister—bouncing on top of her boyfriend, she froze. Her body went cold before the heat of rage took over.“You bitch!” she screamed, grabbing Sara by the hair and yanking her off him. The nasty squelching sound as their bodies separated made her want to puke.“What the hell, Diana?! Let go of me!” Sara screeched, clawing at Diana’s hand with her acrylic nails.Diana didn’t care. She slapped her. Twice. “You dirty little snake!”Sara lunged at her like a wild animal. She grabbed Diana’s hair, yanking hard like she wanted to rip her scalp clean off. Diana didn’t back down. She reached for her sister’s neck and bit her hand—hard enough to taste blood.“Stop it! Diana, stop!” Andrea shouted, trying to pull them apart while zipping up his pants.Diana glared at him. “Don’t touch me!”He steppe

At first, it was clumsy. Her lips missed the mark slightly, but he caught them with his own—hot and demanding. His hand gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer as his tongue slid into her mouth, slow and deep. She moaned softly against him, her body arching into his as if it had been craving this for years.The kiss grew more intense—his lips bruising hers, his hands roaming like they owned every part of her. One hand slipped under her dress, fingers dragging up her bare thigh. The other palmed her breast, his thumb circling over the fabric, teasing her. Her nipples stiffened instantly.She gasped against his mouth. “God…”She didn’t even care that his arm was still bleeding. She didn’t care that he had killed two people. Her body was burning, wild, and all she could think about was how badly she wanted him.He pushed her gently onto the bed, crawling over her like a predator about to devour his prey. Her back arched as his mouth found her collarbone, then trailed lower. He s

Diana frowned slightly as she unlocked the front door. The house was silent.Dad wasn’t home?She stepped inside, kicked off her heels, and let her purse drop onto the hook by the door. Her feet were sore, and her brain still ached from everything—last night, this morning, and her mother’s voice still echoing in her head.She walked barefoot into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of cold mineral water from the fridge, and drank half of it in one breath.It chilled her from the inside out, cooling the lingering heat from everything Vincenzo had done to her body. She exhaled and made her way upstairs.“Dad?” she knocked on the study door on the second floor. “Are you home?”Nothing.The door was shut, as usual. Probably out gambling again.She let out a bitter laugh.Of course he was. What else did he ever do?When his company collapsed and the debts mounted, he didn’t get help. He just started gambling more. Smoking more. Drinking more. Like running from his failures was the only thing he

Diana stumbled forward as one of the guards gave her a push. Her hands were still cuffed, the cold metal digging into her wrists. The masked man—her buyer—sat calmly in his seat, his legs crossed, fingers laced together. On either side of him, two guards stood like statues, waiting for his next command.His eyes, dark and unreadable behind the velvet mask, scanned her from head to toe. Slowly. Deliberately.Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he gave a lazy order.“Cuff her properly.”The guards moved instantly. They adjusted her cuffs, locking them together at the front instead of behind her back. A small mercy. Then, without a word, he stood, adjusted his gloves, and began walking toward the exit.“Take her to the car,” he said, voice cold and quiet. “Now.”She was pulled along like cargo. Her feet stumbled as they guided her outside. The crowd from the auction was gone. The halls were eerily silent. The moment the doors opened, she was shoved into the backseat of a long, black ca

Vincenzo walked into the room and quietly shut the door behind him. His movements were quick, almost impatient, as he made his way over to where Alessia sat. He dropped beside her with a deep exhale, running a hand through his hair.“Mom,” he began, his voice heavy, “this is getting too much.”Alessia blinked at him, calm as ever.“Even though the maids don’t know you’re my mother,” he continued, “you brought them in here thinking—what? That I’d fall for one of them or something?”He shook his head in disbelief.“But as you can see,” he added, motioning loosely toward the door, “I don’t like any of them.”Alessia smiled softly, almost knowingly, and reached for his hand. “Son,” she said gently, “it’s fine.”Then her eyes gleamed with something mischievous. “Besides… I think I already have a daughter-in-law.”Vincenzo frowned instantly. “Mom… you’re talking about Diana?”Alessia raised her brows, as if to say what do you think?“You made me bring her in,” he muttered, his voice dipping