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 POVThey 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 heart. I was j

— The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch — "Lucian... wait," I gasped, my fingers curling tight and digging hard into the smooth, cold mahogany surface of the desk beneath me. My heart was hammering wildly against my ribs, a chaotic storm of fear and something far more dangerous building inside my chest. But he did not wait. Lucian was not the kind of man who paused for permission, or hesitated for mercy. He was a man who took exactly what he wanted, exactly when he wanted it — and right now, with the firelight dancing over his scarred face and his eyes burning with dark hunger, he wanted me completely. His large, heavy hands stayed locked around my hips, gripping so firmly I knew bruises would bloom there by morning, bright marks that would remind me exactly who owned me. He held me exactly where he wanted, letting me squirm but never letting me pull away. With one sudden, rough movement, he ripped the delicate lace of my underwear apart. The thin fabric gave way inst

— 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. Vivienne gasped, reality hitting her like a splash of cold water.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 wo

— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — Lucian hauled her from her seat in one violent motion, ignoring her sharp cry of protest as his grip dug into her skin, and dragged her ruthlessly across the polished floor. He kicked open the heavy mahogany bookshelf, revealing a seamless, reinforced steel door hidden within the wall. Typing a rapid sequence into the biometric keypad, the door hissed open, and Lucian shoved her inside. Vivienne fell hard against a cold leather bench, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Lucian, you’re hurting me! You can’t just treat me like property!" "You are property," Lucian sneered, his gray eyes flashing with absolute disdain as he stepped toward a glowing grid of security monitors. "Right now, you are nothing but a walking liability to me. Your pathetic family name just brought a Russian hit squad straight to my front door. The only reason you're still breathing is because I haven't finished using you for my contract yet. So sit d