What Is 'Price Of Obedience: One Million Per Humiliation' About?

After my family joined hands to send me to prison for three years, I start learning how to behave myself. I do whatever everyone else tells me to do. The day I'm released from prison, my wife, Regina Johnson, sits in the car and says coldly, "If you ever lay those hands of yours on Ty again, I'll…" Before she can say anything else, I jump out of the car, pick up a brick from the side of the road, and smash my hand into a pulp with it. Regina stares at the bone sticking out and goes pale. When we get back home, Tyler Lowe, my adopted younger brother, ambushes me in the bathroom and scoffs. "So what if you're the biological son of the Lowe family? I can just as easily have you kicked out of the family!" Then, he uses a blade to make a small cut on one of his fingers before crying out in alarm, "If you really hate me, Cal, I'll leave right away! Please don't kill me!" Regina and my older sister, Calista Lowe, enter just in time to witness his display. Shaking with anger, they stomp on my wound with their high heels. "You haven't changed one bit! If anything happens to Ty, I'll make you pay for it with your life!" I nod obediently and march straight to the kitchen, where I jump into the massive meat grinder before turning it on. The blood and bits of flesh spray all over Mom and Dad, who end up walking in right then. Mom lets out a shrill shriek before fainting, while Dad forces himself to remain composed as he turns off the power. At this point, even Regina, my sharp-tongued wife, can't find the words to say anything. She stands frozen, her body trembling. When we're inside the ambulance, Tyler clings to Regina, quivering as he says, "This has nothing to do with me! He jumped into the machine himself. You have to believe me!" It's almost impossible for me to stay conscious through the unbearable pain, but I muster the strength to nod along with him. After failing to win over my family, I'd spent three years in prison. Later on, the system told me that if I showed absolute obedience until the day I died, I would receive massive financial compensation and be transported back to my original world.

I had always been obedient and compliant. I never dared to disobey others' instructions. The day my wealthy biological parents brought me home, my adoptive brother leaned close to my ear and sneered arrogantly, "The position of the Spencer family's heir belongs to me. If you know what's good for you, get lost on your own." I nodded obediently. Then I turned around and threw myself straight into rush-hour traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. Panicked and trembling, they dragged me back into the car, their faces drained white with terror. My sister's expression darkened as she warned me coldly in my ear, "If you pull another stunt for attention, believe me, I'll throw you right back into the doghouse you came from." I obediently listened. That very night, I locked myself inside a dog crate. My sister froze in complete shock. Gritting her teeth, she yanked me out, staring at me like she'd seen a ghost. Later, when my adoptive brother pretended to be sick, my sister forced me to donate blood for him. I obediently took the knife. Without the slightest hesitation, I slashed straight through the artery in my wrist. By the time my parents rushed over, blood had just begun spraying out. They screamed in horror and lunged forward to press against my wound. "Somebody call 911! Now!!!" My sister had gone just as pale. After a long moment of stunned silence, she finally stammered, "Mom, Dad… I only told him to donate a little blood to Eric. I never told him to slit his wrist…" I blinked. My sister wasn't lying. She really hadn't taught me that. It was something the traffickers taught me during the five years my family personally handed me over to them—to "learn obedience."

She sold her virginity to save a life. He bought her to ruin his own. Riva Sen stepped into the underground auction with trembling hands and fire in her veins. One night. One body. One unbearable memory—that’s all it was supposed to be. But Ares Moretti doesn’t believe in endings. He believes in ownership. Cold, cruel, and carved in secrets, the mafia heir wraps a contract around her throat and drags her into a world of silk sheets, bruised moans, and rules she never agreed to follow. She should hate him. She does. But her body remembers him in the dark. And Ares? He never forgets what he owns. In a war of desire and dominance, pleasure becomes punishment… And escape becomes the most dangerous game of all. Welcome to a story where lust signs the contract— And flesh pays the price.

“You like being touched like a dirty whore. Don’t you, Zoe?”“Yes, Mr. Gatsby.”Zoe never imagined her life could fall apart so quickly. Sold at a secret auction, betrayed by her stepfather after her mother’s death., she is bought by Brayden Gatsby, a ruthless billionaire whose wealth hides darker appetites. In his world, her body is no longer her own. Every command tests her limits. Every punishment strips away who she used to be and she gets introduced to sinful fantasies. But submission isn’t the end. It’s the beginning.Because beneath the chains and the brutal lessons lies a dangerous connection, one Zoe isn’t supposed to want. Brayden is merciless, possessive, and utterly in control… yet the more he breaks her, the more he awakens something raw inside her.Caught between pain and pleasure, fear and desire, Zoe must decide: fight for the freedom stolen from her… or surrender completely to the man who bought her as his slave.

I was sold for only five hundred thousand dollars. In a single night, I lost my home, my freedom and the man I thought I loved. I never imagined the stepmother who raised me would betray me so cruelly—or that my life would be handed over to the coldest, most dangerous man in New York. Damien Hawthorne. Former special forces commander. Billionaire. A man carved from scars and darkness. His presence alone terrifies people. His heart is colder than ice. Broken. Damaged. Cruel to the world around him… and seemingly to me most of all. A contract marriage. An unbreakable agreement. One shared bedroom. And rules that cannot be broken. Every day, I endure his suffocating coldness. Every night, I catch glimpses of the scars he hides… and the pain he refuses to confess. I hated him. Resented him. Tried to escape him. But no matter how hard I fought it, my heart began betraying me for the man I was forced to marry. What I never expected… was for him to start feeling the same way. Slowly. Reluctantly. Dangerously. So can a marriage built on a transaction turn into the deepest kind of love? Or will falling for the beast become the greatest mistake of my life?

Moving to a new town. Getting my first job. Life was just getting into a smooth start until I bumped into him. What's worst than bumping into an arrogant rich guy? Being his personal secretary? NO! It's being his personal SLAVE!!!