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I remembered the sheer, paralyzing shock I had felt when he calmly laid out the terms of our arrangement. “This isn't going to be the kind of marriage you're imagining,”he had told me, his golden eyes burning through the shadows. “There will be no grand romance. No equal partnership. The marriage is only a title... What this truly is... is a master and servant relationship. You will be my slave and I will be your only master.” The word slave had felt like a physical blow to my chest. It had conjured up every horrific rumor Susan had found,… the stories of the beautiful, powerful women who had entered his life only to vanish, deceased or missing, discarded like broken toys.

“At least you have one successful daughter.” I nearly slapped her. Instead, I'd smiled. Smiled. And smiled. And smiled. Because that's what people like us do. Now, sitting alone with that invitation in my hands, anger simmered beneath my skin. This wasn't how things were supposed to happen. Nova wasn't supposed to win. She wasn't supposed to walk away. She wasn't supposed to become the woman everyone admired. And she certainly wasn't supposed to marry Nicolai Moreau. Yet somehow... Against all odds...

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The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

said Amar with a smile staring at Axelina's innocent body in front of him right now. Will God give Axelina a chance to be happy, or vice versa? Axelina is forced to be Amar Trixeon's sex slave for the rest of her miserable life.

Brad groaned, then yanked her head back further. "The asshole too, bitch." Humiliation burned in her cheeks, but she submitted, pressing her face between his cheeks and rimming his tight asshole with her tongue, circling the puckered ring. "That's right, eat my ass, you filthy whore," he taunted. "No one's ever made you do this, have they? You're my personal slave now." Satisfied, Brad pulled her face up by her hair, crashing his lips onto hers in a rough kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. He shoved four thick fingers into her mouth, stretching her jaw wide.

He did and she nodded her head nervously. "I wanted to take things easy with you but you don't want that. You want to show the most dangerous man how tough and stubborn you are. So from today, you will be my slave. Not just a slave, but my sex slave, my sex toy, my sex object." Jennifer was shocked. She didn't see that coming. "I don't understand. What do you mean by your sex slave?" Jennifer said.

she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)

She wept lowly knowing she would be the one to face her husband's punishment as Master Damien never punished his offenders. He slew them and their family become his slaves and serve him. If you are lucky enough to attract him, you would be turned into his sex slave. But in her case, she already knew he does not sleep with married women so her punishment would be to work in the farmlands day and night with little food. If you were lucky enough, you would survive but if you were not, you die and your dead body would be thrown into the blood river. Master Damien stepped into the room and glanced at the woman who was tied to a poll, Such a disgrace that her stupid husband went against his words.

I cleared my throat and removed my hand that has been on his head. "Do you want a romance story or an adventurous story?" I asked inaudibly. "Take a good look at me, do I look like someone that enjoys romantic tales?" He questioned and I mentally slapped myself for asking. "I apologize, your highness" I cooed with a faux smile. He beckoned on me to go on with the wave of his hand. I took a deep breath racking my brain endlessly for a story. Hmph. Here goes nothing; "There was a mean evil slave master. He had thousands of slaves and was cruel and heartless. He had a son...