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“Like I’m choosing for myself. Not just taking what’s given.” After the mall, they hit a cozy independent bookstore tucked between a coffee shop and a laundromat. The bell above the door jingled as they entered, and the scent of old paper and fresh ink wrapped around them. Ella gravitated immediately to the fiction section—mysteries with intricate plots and fantasies filled with magic and second chances. “Maybe reading will jog something,” she said hopefully, stacking three books in Marcus’s arms. One was about a woman rediscovering her past through dreams; another followed unlikely heroes on a road trip. Marcus added a sturdy notebook with thick, unlined pages. “For when the pieces come bac

The private elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, revealing the penthouse suite at the top of the Moretti family’s downtown tower. Isabella had kept her hand possessively on the small of my back the entire ride up, her fingers occasionally dipping lower to brush against the curve of my ass through the thin fabric of the dress she had chosen for me. The material was black, dangerously short, and clung to my body like a second skin, the deep V-neckline exposing the inner curves of my breasts and the silver chain that connected the clamps on my nipples. No panties. No bra. Just the thick leather collar around my throat with her initials engraved on it.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

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she murmured. "I bet you see it, just give me what I want," she added and she began to move closer to me again. I wish there was a way I could get up from my seat, but I couldn't, she had already gotten to me. She sat on my table and turned my chair to face her, she pulled me closer with my tie once again, "Can't you see all this?" she asked, throwing her boobs at my face, "I want to feel your hand and your mouth, I want to have myself inside your mouth," she added and jumped down from the desk.

“We’re married for convenience, not conversation. Keep your first name for your personal life, if you plan to have one.” And just like that, he stood, buttoned his jacket, and left. I stared at his untouched toast, the butter melting into a soft puddle. Somewhere in my chest, something small cracked. If this was marriage, it was colder than the betrayal I’d already lived through. The mansion was huge enough to get lost in, and I did, more than once. Every hallway was lined with expensive paintings and antique vases that probably cost more than I’d ever earned in a year. The maids moved like shadows, silent and efficient. They bowed but avoided eye contact, as if I were another piece of expen

I stumbled over, legs shaky from his pounding, and ripped it open. A letter from Milo Kane. My stomach twisted. He wasn’t here. The note ordered me to stay put until he got back and pointed to a contract next to it. I flipped through the file, my jaw tightening. It was a legal chain, binding my ass to him, only breakable by him. “Your life’s mine,” his words echoed, making my skin crawl.

They moved to their bedroom, where Charles gently held her, savoring the moment. The room was softly lit by moonlight filtering through the curtains, creating a serene ambiance. The gentle hum of the ceiling fan added a soothing background noise. The scent of lavender filled the air, enhancing the sense of calm and closeness between them. Charles gently laid her on the bed before starting to undress her. He gently cupped her breasts, earning a soft moan from her. “Ah,” Anita moaned as he began to suck on her breasts. He started showering kisses on her body before slipping his finger inside her. She arched her back and let out a loud moan. She felt so good as her husband began to pleasure her

"Relax, dear. We’re not here to hurt you." "What do you want from me?" "Nothing," she smirked. "But we have an offer for you." "An offer?" My voice was shaky. "What kind of offer?" "A non- negotiable one," she said. "One that could change your life," she continued, her tone dripping with false kindness. "We’re prepared to pay you one million dollars a month." I blinked, sure I’d misheard. "A million dollars? For what?" "To marry a man," she said simply.