The Wrecker

One night. One witness. One life-changing mistake. I was never supposed to be in that alley. I was never supposed to see Ruan "Reaper" Montague, the cold-blooded president of the Iron Skulls MC, execute a traitor. Now, the man with the silver eyes and tattooed skin has a Choice: kill me to protect his club, or keep me to satisfy his darkest desires. I thought I’d be his prisoner, but Reaper has other plans. In his world, there are no laws, only his word. He hasn't just taken my freedom; he has claimed my soul. I’m the girl who saw too much, and he’s the monster who won't let me go. I am no longer a witness... I am his property.

I was laid off. Having reached middle age and lacking any special skills, I could only work as a warehouse manager in a private company. On the first day of work, I saw a large, dusty object in the corner. An imported precision instrument worth four million dollars sat there as scrap metal. My new colleague scoffed. "Stop looking. The boss spent a fortune on it. Even ten experts couldn't handle it. It's just a decoration." I walked up and touched the familiar body of the machine. "I can fix this." The entire workshop fell silent. My boss came upon hearing the news. He looked at me with contempt. "If you can fix it, I'll give you half of my shares. If not, you'll pay with your life."

She needs money. He wants sex. Circumstances threw them in each other's arms. Thus, a battle began. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The girl turned and ran away with the guy running after her. The other girl smirked at the scene. Once again, mission complete. But then again, failure's not in her vocabulary. The girl looked at herself in the mirror. A lazy smirk curved her lips once again. Who would have thought that her face would serve as a ticket to her dream, to a life she never had? Who would have thought indeed when before, she hated her face? She hated her beautiful cursed face for always causing her troubles. But now, she was appreciating it. Her face helped her break those hearts and ruin all those relationships. Just a few more hearts to break and a few more relationships for her to ruin and she will finally be off the hook. Does the word GUILT bother her at all? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. If she would think of others first before herself, she won't survive at all. She won't be able to eat, to have a place to live in, to buy clothes or to finance her education. Life taught her that. Life taught her to put herself first before anything or anyone else. Selfishness it is, true. But it is also selfishness that made her survive life. That's Hazel Wyatt – a working college student. Occupation? She's a home wrecker for rent.

She apologized crying,"Sorry."" Let's fulfil your wish. From this onwards, you will entertain me just like you claimed," he whispered in her ear. With this one sentence, her world collapsed in front of her. " Strip for your master, right now," He commanded smirking. How would you feel when you are just about to get married to your girlfriend, another woman appears from nowhere and claims to be your wife? What will be your girlfriend's reaction? She will break up, won't she? That's what happened with Ajax, a 25-year-old billionaire mafia heir. His girlfriend broke up with him on their wedding day when an unknown woman came from nowhere and claimed that she is his wife! After losing his girlfriend the only thing he could think about was that wedding breaker. He swore to make her life hell who is responsible for his heartbreak. So, who was that woman? What was her intention behind this? Why did she claim to be Ajax's wife? Did she have any enmity with him or was there something else?

Smut Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, obsession, stalking, power play, and dark themes. He was supposed to destroy her. Instead, he became addicted to her. Drisana Varma has spent her life as a traded pawn in Chicago’s brutal mafia underworld. Controlled. Manipulated. Used. So she became the ultimate player, cold, calculating, always three steps ahead. No man has ever managed to break her. Until Armani Moretti. The quiet, dangerous transfer student who knows things he shouldn’t. He mentions her private habits. He appears exactly when she needs him. When Drisana finally connects the dots, the truth is worse than she feared. He is her faceless stalker. He has been waiting for the perfect moment to claim her. She should run. Instead, she blackmails him into a fake relationship contract and demands to move into his apartment, stepping willingly into the monster’s cage. What starts as her calculated game of power quickly becomes something far more dangerous and addictive. Behind the signed clauses and careful rules, the mask falls away. Nights turn raw and filthy. Rough hands pinning her down. Possessive growls against her throat. Brutal, claiming sex that leaves her bruised, dripping, and shamefully begging for the man who has stalked her for years. He doesn’t just want her body. He wants to own her completely, her fear, her pleasure, her every breath. But the deeper they fall into this twisted, all-consuming obsession, the closer they get to a devastating truth. A buried secret involving a dead woman that connects them both in ways neither could have imagined. A lie powerful enough to destroy two mafia empires… and the dangerous love that was never supposed to exist.

She wasn't supposed to be mine. She had her man wrapped around her arms the night I stormed into her world. But she owed the family a hefty debt; one that she couldn't pay because she didn't have the money. I should have ended her life for it—that was how it usually went. No one owed the family and lived to tell the tale. They’d end you once your time was up and you couldn't deliver. And the man they always sent out for the job? Me. I had no business collecting nothing more than their debt; in blood or in cash.  That's why I definitely had no business offering her a way out but in exchange for her body and the world that laid between her thighs. One look at her and I wanted her. I craved her. One taste of her was all it took. I became obsessed. But I had to let her go after our deal had ended. She was never meant to be mine. She didn't belong in my world and she had no business stepping into it. But she did. She stumbled in and crashed everything in her path, including my restraint. My need to possess her nearly drove me insane. I should have pushed her away. I was only a tool in the hands of my master. The odds were highly against us. And I would only bring her pain. But it was too late now. I had a taste of her again and I was lost… completely. She was mine and I was keeping her. And if I had to burn the whole damn world just for her, then I would fucking gladly set it ablaze.