All Chapters of The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 h

— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — Lucian let go of my lips but he did not step back. His strong body stayed pressed tight to mine. I was stuck between him and the warm fire. My chest moved fast up and down. My lips felt sore and soft from his hard kiss. I could not think straight with him so close to me. I could feel his hard part pressing right against my stomach. His body was very hot and ready just for me. Every small move he made made my legs feel weaker. "You know who I am," I said quiet. My voice shook a lot. I tried to push his chest but it was like pushing a hard wall. He did not move even a little bit. Lucian laughed low and dark. He touched the long silver mark on his jaw with rough fingers. "Did you think you could hide from me Vivienne?" he said. His gray eyes looked straight into mine. "Your father tried for five years to break my work at sea. I know all about you. I know your stepmother lied about you. I know your father threw you away like trash.

— The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch — The private jet landed smoothly on the wet runway. I looked out the small window. It was raining hard in New York. The sky was foggy, gray, and freezing. I swallowed the lump in my throat as a sharp pain hit my chest. I was finally back in the city that threw me out like a piece of trash. Only three months ago, I walked these streets with my head held high. Now, I was returning in the middle of the night like a dirty secret. "Do not look sad, Vivienne," Lucian said. His rough voice broke the stifling silence in the cabin. I turned around slowly. Lucian towered over me, blocking the cabin lights. He used his strong hands to fix the collar of my thick woolen coat. His touch was firm, forcing my shoulders straight. He reached into his pocket and opened a small black velvet box, revealing a massive necklace made of glittering black diamonds. He stepped closer, his cold shadow wrapping around me. As he fastened the jewelry arou

—THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — The doorknob jiggled violently from the outside. The sudden sound broke the spell in the dark VIP coat room. She tried to push Lucian away, her heart hammering against her ribs with pure panic. They were at a public gala, and her father was just outside. If someone caught them like this, she would be completely ruined. Lucian did not panic. He let go of her wrists slowly, his dark eyes fixed on her trembling lips. With absolute calmness, he used his large hands to smooth down the crumpled fabric of her black gown. He did not look guilty at all. Instead, he looked annoyed that his fun had been interrupted. He turned around and pulled the heavy wooden door open. A terrified hotel staff member stood there, holding a tray of clean glasses. Lucian glared down at the man, the silver scar across his jaw looking sharp and menacing under the hallway lights. He did not say a word, but his cold aura was enough. The worker quickly bow

— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — VIVIENNE’S POV Lucian grabbed my arm so hard my breath caught. Without a single word, he dragged me across the polished floor like I weighed nothing. He kicked a hidden switch on the mahogany bookshelf, a heavy steel door slid open in the wall, and he threw me inside. I fell hard onto a cold leather bench, my heart slamming against my ribs. "Lucian, stop! You’re hurting me!" I yelled, sitting up and glaring at him. "You can’t just treat me like property!" "You are property," Lucian sneered. His gray eyes looked like ice as he stepped toward a wall of glowing security monitors. "Right now, you’re a walking target. Your pathetic family name just brought a Russian hit squad straight to my building. The only reason you're still breathing is because I'm not done using you yet. Sit down and shut up." My jaw clenched. I wanted to scream at him, but then I looked at the screens. Two heavily armed men in dark coats were hacking his pr