Chapter 1: Sold

"Please, Thaddeus—don’t do this. I’m begging you."I gasped as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my arm, his grip so tight I felt my heartbeat thrumming against his palm. He didn't just lead me; he dragged me. My heels skidded against the polished marble of the Ivory Club, the friction sending vibrations of terror up my legs."Shut up, Veronica," Thaddeus hissed, his breath hot and smelling of cheap gin and expensive desperation. He leaned in, his eyes bloodshot and darting around the room. "You’ve spent three years living off the Hudson name while giving me nothing in return. Now, you’re finally going to be useful.""I gave you my life!" I choked out, a sob catching in my throat as we reached the heavy velvet curtains of the main stage. "I stayed while you gambled everything away! Please, let's just go home. We can talk to my father—"He stopped abruptly, spinning me around and slamming my back against the cold stone wall. He laughed, a jagged, ugly sound that made my skin cra

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Chapter 2: A Way to His Cage (R-18)

The armored door of the limousine slammed shut with heavy, pressurized thud that seemed to sever my connection to the world outside. Suddenly, the screams of the vultures and the stench of Thaddeus’s gin were gone, replaced by a suffocating, expensive silence.The interior was a cavern of black leather and shadows, lit only by the rhythmic, strobe-like flash of blue streetlights as we tore through the city. I was a shivering wreck, my fingers aching from how hard I was clutching the shredded remains of my gown. The cold air from the vents felt like needles against my exposed skin, but the man beside me was a furnace.Maxwell didn’t sit across from me. He didn’t give me space to breathe.He moved with the sudden, blurring speed of a predator.Before I could even gasp, a massive hand clamped around my waist with a crushing grip, jerking me across the seat until I was flush against his broad chest. I collided with the wall of his body, my breath hitching as his other hand tangled deep i

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Chapter 3: Almost (R-18)

The limousine sat in the heavy, rain-soaked shadows of the Romanov estate, a silent witness to the storm brewing inside. The partition was a wall of cold, unyielding glass, and the only light came from the blue-tinged security lamps of the mansion, strobing across the leather like a warning. The air inside the cabin was thick, smelling of expensive cologne, rain-dampened silk, and the heavy, musky scent of a man who had just bought my entire existence."We’re here," I whispered, my voice trembling so hard it was barely a breath. "Why aren't the doors opening?""The night doesn't end just because the wheels stop, Veronica," Maxwell rasped. He sat with his legs spread wide, a mountain of dark, dominant power. "Come here. Sit on my lap."I bit my lip, my heart hammering against my ribs. I didn't move. I couldn't. The fear was a lead weight in my stomach. "R-Romanov... I d-don't wan—""I didn't ask what you wanted," he cut me off, his voice dropping into a cold, hard register that made

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Chapter 4: Getting to Know Each Other

The massive wrought-iron doors of the Romanov estate groaned open like the jaws of a leviathan, swallowing us into a world of shadowed grandeur. Maxwell stepped out of the rain and into the foyer, his boots echoing against the black marble floors with a rhythmic, heavy finality. I was a broken bird in his arms, shivering and half-naked, the shredded lace of my gown a mockery of the frozen opulence surrounding us."Welcome home, Sir," a chorus of voices whispered in eerie unison.I flinched, burying my face into the crook of Maxwell’s neck as I realized a dozen servants were lined up in the periphery, their heads bowed. They were like marble statues, ghosts in a palace of glass. The shame of being carried like a prize, my skin still smelling of the limousine and his sweat, made my stomach turn."M-Maxwell, please... put me down," I whispered, my voice cracking with a desperate shyness. "They’re all looking... I can walk.""They aren't looking at anything unless I tell them to," he ra

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Chapter 5: Deflowered (R-18)

The fireplace crackled, casting long, flickering shadows across the black-canopied bed as Maxwell laid me onto the cool silk sheets. My body felt weightless, the black robe splaying open to reveal my damp, flushed skin. He stood over me, a dark silhouette against the moonlight, before slowly shedding his own robe. Even in the shadows, he was magnificent—a landscape of hard muscle and powerful lines.He didn't move toward me immediately; he just watched, his silver mask gleaming with a predatory light. The silence in the room was so thick it felt like a physical weight, broken only by the ragged sound of my own breathing."Tonight, Veronica," he rasped, his voice a low vibration that seemed to rattle my very bones, "you forget everything you think you know about being a woman. You forget the hands that didn't want you and the eyes that didn't see you."He moved to the foot of the bed, his large hands gripping my ankles and pulling me toward the edge with a sudden, authoritative jerk.

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All Chapters of Now, Call Me Mother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter 1: Sold

Chapter 2: A Way to His Cage (R-18)

Chapter 3: Almost (R-18)

Chapter 4: Getting to Know Each Other

Chapter 5: Deflowered (R-18)