Drug Or Dragged

Three days before my wedding, my younger sister staged a scene—one where I supposedly abandoned her in the mountains. She claimed I locked her in a cabin, left her to be nearly assaulted, and that she barely escaped with her life. Furious, my fiancé dragged me up the mountain and locked me in that same cabin. He said, "Wendy, a woman as vicious as you won't learn her lesson without punishment. I already told you I'd marry you. Why go after Chloe? Since you're so desperate to climb your way up, you can stay here until the wedding day." I begged him, over and over, but my scorched throat could only force out hoarse, grating sounds. Three days later, Mickey O'Brien stood at the altar in his suit, waiting for me. What he got instead was my remains.

My husband, Martin, was the head of a powerful mafia don. When his widowed sister-in-law, Tricia, got into a car accident, I was forced to give her a blood transfusion. I told them through tears that I was newly pregnant and too weak to donate, but they accused me of faking the medical report. “You were out running just last week. Now you’re claiming you’re pregnant when you’re asked to donate some blood? You just don’t want to help Tricia!” In the end, they drew my blood by force. The strain caused me to miscarry, and while I bled out, my husband stayed by Tricia’s side. After that, I didn’t beg him to return. I dragged my broken body away, left the divorce papers behind, and left him for good. However, when the truth finally came to light, Martin lost his mind with regret.

Ten years ago, Elena, my best friend and my foster brother Alexander's fiancée, was tortured to death, every bone in her body crushed. I was the only witness, yet I chose to cover for the sadistic murderer. From that day on, I became the Family's greatest traitor. I accepted a ten-year prison sentence and bit off half my tongue just to keep that secret buried. Now, Alexander has returned as the most ruthless Don in Sicily. He dragged me out of my cell and strapped me into the memory extraction chair—a machine known to turn traitors into vegetables. As high-voltage currents tore through my brain, Alexander stared at me with eyes full of hatred and roared, "I will cut open your brain to find the bastard you’re protecting, and then I’ll send you both to hell!" But when the true killer's face finally appeared on the big screen, Alexander went mad.

"You're a woman. Where's your brother? I would like to talk to him." She rolled her eyes, raising her pistol at him, fear crossed his hazel eyes. "Being a woman doesn't make this gun any less deadly. So if I were you, I would watch what I say because, to me, your life means nothing," Natalia told him firmly. "I'll ask you one more time and think about your answer because my patience is running thin. Where is my money?" "I don't have it!" She aimed the pistol to his right leg, pulling the trigger, the silencer made sure no one could hear the shot only his screams. "Where is the money, Michael?" - She is a drug He wants to taste One drop of her Is all it takes To have you addicted Where ever she goes Death follows But he didn't care Since he knew He'd die for her She is fire He'd touch Despite the heat She is a killer But so is he. This woman was both the devil and an angel. -

My birthday present this year is a written contract titled 'Behavioral Reform Contract'. My fiance, who was the mafia head Matteo Giovanni, and my parents have already signed their names at the bottom. Together, they had me sent to the Behavioral Correction Center. … The windows are always shut, and the sunlight is filtered through the metal window bars. They drug, reprimand, and ostracize me to make me shove my feelings of aggrievement down. Even while I am being humiliated and punished, they teach me to force a smile and maintain a steady breath. It was all done in the name of "treating" me. A year passes, and I go from being a so-called "troublemaker" to their ideal version of me—quiet, elegant, and utterly perfect. Matteo beams at me and says, "You've finally become my perfect wife. We can finally marry." I match his smile, a gesture that they think means obedience from my part. However, it is not true. It is just me bidding my farewell before I leave for good. There's something I don't understand, however. They constantly found me lacking, so now that I am gone from their lives, why are they falling apart?

WARNING: This book contains mature content and is not suitable for readers below 18. "Give me thirty one days to give you the dangerous passion you secretly wish for, let me fulfill your darkest desires and if you want to leave after that, I’ll let you go..” Jessica Reese gets abducted by the boss of an infamous Italian mafia gang who goes only by one name—Vincenzo, a billionaire and drug dealer. She is kept hostage as leverage to get the millions of dollars her boyfriend stole from him. But then, she becomes the object of his desires and he requests for thirty one days to show her he is whatever she needs with a non disclosure agreement binding the contract. She agrees, allowing him to show her a new world of addicting dark desires and longed feelings. But, when she is finally released to continue her normal life, she finds herself still drawn to the darkness she is now fondly acquainted with and secretly craved for. Maybe, just maybe her life would never go back to normal again but would she be willing to risk that for the greatest passion of her life?

"Honeymoon? This marriage isn't based on love, Princess Isadora—this is more of a revenge and I plan to get it on you” "I am Lyanna! Are you saying you never really loved me?" "Yes, as a matter of fact, I hate you! Everything was fake, I did everything just to trap you." ~~~~~~ Lyanna Coblah finds out after her wedding night that someone she loved; her husband wasn't whom she knew. He was into women and a drug addict. Instead of the caring and gentle personality she fell in love with, she is faced with a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Alpha Lord Lugard, In a year, schemed and devised means to tangle Lyanna in a loveless marriage and let her pay for what her parents did to him in the past. After finding out everything about his background, and deciding it's not his fault after all, Lyanna decides to disregard his cruel, unforgiven, and violent behavior towards her and try to transform him into a better person. Well, twists unfold! The two parts! What could bring them together and what could really change Alpha Lord Lugard if it's not being meek and understanding?

The night my parents were kidnapped, my brother—who happened to be a police officer—chose to go bungee jumping with the fake heiress. I didn't stop him. Instead, I called the police and began preparing the ransom. In my previous life, my brother had forgone the outing to rescue our parents. As a result, the rope snapped during her jump, sending her plummeting into the abyss. Her body was never recovered. He never spoke a word about it afterward. On my birthday, he drugged me and dragged me to that very cliff. "You orchestrated the kidnapping! You'd go this far for their attention? You're nothing but a monster! Lillian is dead. You don't deserve to live either!" When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the night my parents were kidnapped. This time, my brother didn't rush to their rescue. Instead, he ran to the fake heiress. But in the end, he regretted it so much that he nearly lost his mind.

Our entire class gets dragged into The Tyrant's Atonement game. The only way to escape alive is to reach a 100% atonement score. The system lets us choose our roles. The class belle, Isolde Adler, picks the tyrant's first love. Her atonement score shoots straight to 99% on the first day. The class president, Asher Brooks, chooses to be a loyal chancellor. His atonement score jumps to 80%. Spectators watching the game flood the screen with comments. "This new batch is smart and way better at picking roles than the last. They might just clear the game in three days." "Even if just one person hits 100%, the whole class goes free. I'm looking forward to seeing who finishes first." "My money's on the first love. She's already at 99%." Just as everyone starts celebrating, the next morning hits us with bad news. All 20 classmates who picked their roles are dead, and Isolde suffers the cruelest fate of all.

“Kill me or let me go.” “Why?” He whispers and nuzzles into my neck, “So you could run into another man’s arms?” “No.” I tighten my fists, ignoring the dagger inches away from my heart. “So I would drag you into the deepest pit of hell.” “You're forgetting something, peaches,” A wicked smile tugged on Hayes’ lips, “ I am hell itself.” ——— Elara was nothing more than the illegitimate daughter drowning in the hatred of her pack. But when she meets Hayes, her horrible life takes a drastic turn. She gets dragged to into the world of the vicious Alpha where she finds out life could only get worse. Hayes believes a mate is nothing more than curse and makes it his mission to turn Elara’s life a living hell but with the great war approaching, sparks start to fly. Will Hayes and Elara realize their feelings for each other on time or succumb to the forces of evil threatening to tear them— and the whole world apart?