Novelas web de Dark Romance Romance e historias de CEO ambientadas en Golden Finger

Scarlett is a sweet, innocent 24 year old girl living a quiet life until the powerful mafia billionaire CEO, Jace, kidnaps her. He is dark, ruthless, and dangerously obsessed. Now locked in his luxurious mansion, Scarlett finds herself trapped by a man who controls everything. Jace calls her "Scar" in a deep, seductive voice that makes her body betray her mind. What begins as fear slowly turns into forbidden desire. Jace introduces her to rough pleasure, total submission, and dark desires she never imagined. He claims her body again and again, hard, deep and without mercy. In his world of danger and power, Scarlett learns one terrifying truth: she is becoming wet for him... and she might never want to escape him.

I died as Luca Vescari’s discarded contract wife. Three years of cold silence, open mistresses, and quiet humiliation ended with a bullet and the taste of regret. I woke up on our wedding night—same white dress, same empty bedroom, same man who never once looked at me like I mattered. Only this time, a system bound itself to me. [Pleasure System activated.]
Mission: Make him lose control.
Reward: power.
Failure: pain. I remember everything. The betrayal. The way he threw me away. This time I won’t be soft. I’ll use the system, take every point, and turn the man who ruined me into something that kneels. But Luca is watching me differently now. The indifference I expected is cracking. The more I push, the more he reacts… and the more the system rewards me for it. I came back to destroy him. I just didn’t expect him to start wanting me in return. And that might be more dangerous than dying the first time.

His songs were better when he had a broken heart. That sentence would change my life after my dream job was dished to me on a shiny, silver platter. All I had to do? Hurt Nash Pierce enough to get him writing good music again. The pop icon’s songs were no longer the phenomena they used to be. His team needed another breakthrough album—like the first he’d penned, using his heartbreak as fuel. The plan was simple: I’d go on tour with him as a backup dancer…and make him fall in love with me. I was hired to inspire—to become embedded into every lyric he wrote. Then, I was to set fire to it all—to destroy every feeling we hoped he’d develop for me. It seemed simple enough. Easy, even. I didn’t expect to be consumed myself—to see so much in the man displayed in the tabloids. I didn’t foresee falling for him. It didn’t occur to me that, while attempting to break his heart, I might just shatter my own. Most of all, I never thought I’d fight so hard to hold on to a relationship that had always been founded on goodbye.