Is 'Your Face Belongs To Us' Worth Reading?

“I don’t belong to you.” “Princess, you belonged to me the moment your family destroyed mine.” Ten years after his family was slaughtered and burnt. Salvatore Romano returns from the dead with blood on his hands and revenge in his veins. On the day Lena Moretti is forced to marry Dante Caruso . The man connected to the massacre that destroyed Salvatore’s family. He crashes the wedding and drags her into his dark empire. Lena hates him. He’s ruthless, possessive… exactly like the monsters she spent her life trying to survive. But revenge becomes dangerous when obsession takes over. Because the enemy Salvatore should destroy is the only woman he can’t stop craving. And the deeper Lena falls into his violent world, the more she realizes the most terrifying thing about Salvatore Romano isn’t his brutality It’s how badly she wants him too.

I worked as a caregiver at a psychiatric hospital. One day, during a quiet shift, I came across a post from my husband's widowed sister-in-law. [Just launched my first AI-generated short drama! Hope you'll check it out and support me!] I tapped on the video attached to the post. The villain's face was identical to mine. I immediately messaged her and demanded that she take the video down. Instead, she posted our chat in the family group. Then she added: "If it really bothers you, I'll delete it. It's just a shame my first attempt at starting a business has already failed..." My husband replied almost instantly: "Don't delete it!" Then he tagged me. "So, what if you played a vicious villain? That's called making sacrifices for art." "This is the first business your sister-in-law has ever started. Stop being so dramatic." My mother-in-law chimed in as well: "Your sister-in-law is trying to build something of her own. What's wrong with supporting her?" "What do you mean she used your face without permission? We're family. Why make such a fuss over something so trivial?" "She used all of our faces, and none of us complained. What, do you think your face is worth more than everyone else's?" What they didn't know was that I was an undercover investigative journalist. So yes, my face really was worth more than theirs.

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.

Warning: This story contains explicit dark romance elements, including extreme BDSM, MFM themes, and severe humiliation. *** I’m the slave of my two stepbrothers. One wants me broken, and the other wants to own me. They hate me so much that they humiliate me, make me serve them, and treat me like I’m nothing, but trash. They want to own every part of me. Both of them wear the mask of a monster, acting like they have no heart, but there is a secret. Even when they are cruel, they take care of me. They protect me, but they punish me hard. I have no clue where this hatred comes from or why they are so determined to ruin me. But I am searching for the truth. And I know that once the masks finally slip and the answers are revealed, it will turn my entire world upside down.

My roommate had a peculiar knack for pestering everyone into liking her posts on social media, all so she could collect enough likes to claim some prize or another. It was her way of life—nagging, nudging, and guilting us into clicking that little thumbs-up. One time, the campus beauty queen liked my roommate's ad for a facial mask. Not long after, she was in a horrific car accident. The vehicle caught fire, and her face suffered severe burns, leaving her disfigured beyond recognition. Meanwhile, my roommate seemed to undergo a miraculous transformation, her complexion turning porcelain fair and flawless as though she'd been kissed by the heavens. Then there was the academic prodigy, a shoe-in for graduate school, who liked her tutoring service post. Shortly after, he was exposed for academic fraud, and his once-brilliant reputation was reduced to ashes. Strangely enough, my roommate's research paper suddenly won an award, catapulting her to fame and fortune. And me? I fell into her trap too. I liked her rental agency ad, and before I knew it, my world crumbled. A scandal erupted, revealing that I was the result of a mix-up at birth. It turned out she was the long-lost child of wealth and privilege—a hidden gem cast into the rough, now reclaimed by her rightful family. As for me, I was packed off to the countryside village she had escaped from and forced into a brutal marriage with an old man. My life became a living hell, and eventually, I died there, broken and forgotten. But fate wasn't done with me yet. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day my roommate begged me to like her post in exchange for yet another prize.

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?