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He raped me. Not for once, but several times. The first time, I could scream, I could plead to him. However, it wasn't the same afterwards. I had to stop screaming for help when he jumped over me like a hungry animal, I couldn't plead to stop him. Because then he became my husband.He was given the right to do whatever he wanted with me. And I wasn't given the right to stop him.Unlike other women, I didn't choose to be a slave of my husband. I didn't fall for my husband.

“Are you crying?" She shook her head and wiped at her face as more tears were falling. “I’m so stupid.” she groaned. "Now I am truly and utterly alone. If I had just said yes to marrying him, none of this would’ve happened. I wouldn’t have dragged you into this mess.” Without warning, I turned sharp to the side, putting the car to a sudden stop close to the curb. “Don’t ever say that again. You think marrying a man you don’t love, a man who doesn’t care if he hurts you, just to please your family is the right thing to do?” I turned to her slowly. “That would’ve ruined you.” “But I would’ve had a home to go to, I would’ve been taken care of. Now I have nothing,” she looked away. I reached over and gently took her bruised hand in mine. “You did the hardest thing anyone in your position could have done. You saved yourself. That takes more guts than standing there and pretending to be happy.” I tucked a hair behind her ear. “You think you are alone? You’re not… you have me.” ___ Alina Etienne has always lived a life dictated by her parents. She is groomed to be an obedient daughter, a perfect public image, and now, a bride to a man she doesn’t know or love. On her wedding day, crushed by the weight of expectations, Alina does the unthinkable... she says “I don’t” and flees the altar. On the run and scared with nowhere to go, she crosses paths with Mikhail Antonov. A cold, guarded man with a past he doesn’t talk about. What began as a reluctant act of kindness turned into something neither of them expected.

On the day I was supposed to try on wedding dresses with Charles Jaspier, the mafia leader I had loved for seven years, I walked into the boutique carrying a pregnancy test report—my heart full of hope. Instead, I overheard a conversation that shattered everything. "Registering the marriage with Ellis Olsen was a temporary measure," he said calmly to his closest confidant. "My brother died in a shootout. She's carrying the Jaspier family's only heir. Without a legal status, neither she nor the child would survive in this family." "Everyone would bully them." A cigar rested between his fingers. His voice was cold, edged with resignation. "Zoey Qandor can't have a title—but I can give her everything else. My love. My money. This must never reach her ears." I clenched the pregnancy report, my heart turning to ash. With my best friend's help, I created a new identity—one that ensured Charles would never find me again—and disappeared from his world. If he could not give me and my child a complete family, then this love—built on responsibility and lies—was better cut cleanly, once and for all.

Ellie never wanted this marriage. Jayden made it clear he never wanted her. A cold house. A colder husband. A family that looked her in the eye and made her wish she was invisible instead. Her dream awaits her. She told herself she could survive it. She had before. But surviving Jayden was a different thing entirely. She hated him. He couldn't stand her. So why couldn't either of them stop? Between the hatred, the challenges that kept coming and the conspiracies working against them from every direction they were never supposed to make it. Just when things start to shift between them, everything falls apart. The real reason she was chosen comes to light. The secret behind their marriage. The betrayal that had been there from the very beginning. The hidden secret of her family and her new home. She was signed to him with the vow. Love was never part of the deal. Or was it?

THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. I Was Never Yours is an emotional romance story about love, power, and emotional survival in a world where affection can feel like control. Amara once believed in love with her whole heart. She believed in promises made under soft lights, in quiet conversations that felt like forever, and in a future she thought was guaranteed by a man who made her feel deeply chosen, until he didn’t. Julian is a man shaped by control, success, and emotional distance. To him, vulnerability is weakness, and love is something he can manage rather than surrender to. Years ago, Amara and Julian shared something intense but undefined, a relationship built on emotional closeness without public labels or clear promises. It was passionate, quiet, and dangerously addictive in its secrecy. Then Julian walked away without explanation. Not with betrayal. Not with arguments. Just silence. Years later, fate forces them back into each other’s world when Amara becomes an employee in his powerful company. But time has changed everything. The girl who once waited quietly is gone. In her place stands a woman who understands emotional survival, boundaries, and self-worth. Now the power has shifted. Julian wants her back, not just as a lover, but as someone he can emotionally possess again. He begins careful, strategic moves to stay close to her, protect her, and slowly pull her back into his emotional orbit. But Amara has learned something dangerous from heartbreak. She can love him… but she refuses to belong to him. As emotions resurface, both must confront healing, obsession, pride, and the question of whether love is about holding on or choosing each other again every day.

“Good girl.’’ Domenico’s voice echoed in the darkness of the room. Before I could utter a word, the vibrator slammed down onto my slick center, accompanied by the firm, relentless pressure of his fingers spreading my heat wide. My breath caught in my throat. My body trembled intensely. I broke. My back arched off the leather table so hard my spine nearly snapped, a high, shattered shriek tearing from my throat as the delayed climax finally hit me like a freight train. Spasms ripped through my lower belly, wave after wave of intense, blinding friction washing over my brain until my vision turned completely white. My thighs trembled violently against the leather restraints, my whole body shaking uncontrollably as the release washed over me. Yet as the peak slowly receded, leaving my skin drenched in sweat and my chest heaving, a hollow, bitter ache remained deep inside me. I wanted more… not just their fingers or the slow, arousing whispers but both of them buried deep inside me until I couldn’t breathe. Even though I still hated them. **** Bella was taken from her home by three ruthless Mafia brothers as collateral for her father's debt. There was just one problem. Her father didn't care whether she lived or died. And Bella was nothing like the frightened, obedient girl they expected. She is defiant, sharp-tongued, and impossible to break, she refuses to bow to the men who think they own her. Every act of her resistance only fuels their obsession, turning a simple debt collection into a dangerous game of control, and desire. Now the brothers must decide whether to use her, kill her or protect the one woman capable of bringing them to their knees.