WARNING: Mature & Explicit Scenes. Her body is the price—his desire, the currency. Selene Vantorel never expected to be auctioned, but with her father's crushing debts and a stepmother who'd rather see her sold off than cared for, she has no choice. The one thing that still ties her to her late mother is on the line—the family estate. And to keep it, she offers herself to the highest bidder, no matter the cost. Mafia boss Raphael Delano is used to power and control, but when he lays eyes on Selene, his world tilts. There’s something familiar about her—something buried in the haze of his lost memory, triggered by the brush of her fingers against his skin. But beneath his curiosity, his desire for her touch burns like wildfire. She’s his, no matter what it takes. But this isn’t just about paying off the debt. She has a plan. She needs him to help her take everything back—her house, her family’s fortune, her revenge. In the darkness of his world, she knows he has the power to tear down her father’s empire. But she has a price of her own.“I want them to pay,” she whispers in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “Help me get what’s mine, and you'll have my heart as well.”He leans in, brushing his lips against her neck, his voice thick with authority. "You’re already mine, Selene. But for you... I’ll destroy them all."Her enemies are about to become his, and in this dark, twisted game, the price of their love will be blood.
View MoreI took a deep breath before stepping outside, my heels clicking against the pavement. The black Rolls-Royce Phantom was just as intimidating up close—sleek, polished to perfection, and a statement of absolute power. The kind of car that turned heads wherever it went. Standing beside it was a man dressed in a sharp black suit. He had the posture of a trained soldier—straight-backed, hands clasped in front of him, his expression unreadable behind his dark sunglasses. The driver. Beside him stood a woman, her navy dress tailored to perfection, a clipboard tucked neatly under her arm. Her hair was pulled into a sleek bun, and she had that poised, no-nonsense aura of someone who got things done. The secretary. I put on my most polite, practiced smile—the one I used to fake my way through unwanted social interactions. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” The driver gave a respectful nod before moving toward the car, opening the door for me without a word. The secretary, howev
The room was thick with tension, a silent battle of wits playing out between Charles and the lawyer, Mr. Aldrin. The man in the well-tailored suit hadn’t lost his pleasant expression, but there was a distinct shift in his demeanor—a quiet, dangerous kind of authority that I hadn’t noticed before. His fingers skimmed over the polished wooden desk as he leaned forward slightly, his smile never faltering. "Mr. Vantorel," he said smoothly, "I must remind you that, as per the contract you have just signed, inquiries regarding the firm’s internal workings are not within your rights to request." Charles' smirk faltered. "Oh? And why is that?" Mr. Aldrin tilted his head slightly, amusement flashing behind his eyes. "Because you have already received full access to the funds, and, legally, your concerns should now be directed towards ensuring proper management of your newly compensated property." Marianne shifted beside Charles, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the side of
I folded my arms across my chest, my patience running thinner than ever. My father and stepmother exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable, but I knew them well enough to recognize the greed lurking beneath their concern. "Where did you hear that rumor?" I asked, keeping my tone neutral, though my insides twisted with unease. Charles leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the wooden armrest in mock contemplation. "Now, now, sweetheart," he said smoothly, "why so defensive? We’re just looking out for you." I scoffed. "Since when?" Marianne gave a dramatic sigh, pressing a hand to her chest. "Selene, you wound us. We only want what's best for you. Imagine our surprise when we heard from a few sources that you’re not just any waitress but now a maid to some customer at the bar. A drunken tyrant, they say." My stomach clenched. They knew something.How much, I wasn’t sure, but it was enough to make my blood run cold. Charles smiled, as if savoring my re
The sun had barely begun to rise, casting long shadows against the cold marble floors of Raphael’s mansion. The weight of last night still lingered on my skin, a reminder of my stupidity, my weakness. I needed to get out. Slipping out from the heavy silk sheets, I winced as the dull ache between my thighs reminded me of just how thoroughly I had lost the battle against Raphael last night. My fingers curled into fists as I exhaled sharply. 'Focus, Selene. Get out before he probably returns.'The room was eerily silent except for the distant hum of security cameras shifting along their circuits. I tiptoed toward the closet where I had hidden the simple black dress I had arrived in. The maids had all but forced me into that scandalous nightdress, but I had been smart enough to stash something practical away. Dressed within minutes, I carefully pushed the bedroom door open, my breath held tight in my chest. Silence. The hallway was empty, the dim lighting making everything fee
[Warning~Explicit content]****“Strip.”The word hung between us, thick with unspoken tension.My breath caught as I swallowed hard, forcing my expression into something neutral. “Excuse me?” I managed, my voice sharper than I intended.Raphael leaned back against the massive headboard, completely at ease, his muscular form carved in the dim lighting. His gaze was steady, dark, and expectant. He looked like a king on his throne, waiting for his subject to obey.“You heard me,” he said, voice low, controlled. “Take it off.”A flicker of defiance sparked in my chest. I clenched my fists at my sides. “And if I don’t?”His lips curled, but the amusement didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Then I’ll do it for you.”A chill ran through me, not from fear, but from the sheer CERTAINTY in his tone. He wasn’t bluffing. He never bluffed. Raphael Delano was a man who took what he wanted, and right now, he had set his sights on me.But I wasn’t going to make this easy for him.Lifting my chin, I took a
I could already feel the weight of their stares—the intrigue, the questions, the silent conclusions being drawn before a single word was spoken.Raphael’s smirk stretched lazily, his dark eyes locked on mine with an unspoken challenge. He was enjoying this, the power, the attention, the sheer amusement of watching me squirm under the spotlight.I stiffened when he suddenly leaned toward me, his lips so close to my ear that his breath brushed against my skin. “I can see where you get your fair share of audacity,” he murmured, voice teasing. “You’re quite the firecracker yourself, little rabbit.”Carla, ever the opportunist, leaned in slightly, her curiosity outweighing whatever survival instincts she should have had when dealing with a man like Raphael Delano. “Well?” she prompted, her tone a mix of playfulness and snide mockery. “We’re all dying to know.”I needed to shut this down. Now.“Mr. Delano,” I said quickly, keeping my tone neutral and controlled. “I don’t think someone like
The bar smelled like spilled beer and sweat, the air thick with the stale scent of cigars and cheap cologne. It was a place where bad decisions were made, where regret marinated in whiskey and desperation clung to every surface. I had worked here long enough to know that trouble came in many forms—but this? This was the worst kind. I had seen violence before. I had seen men break bones over debts, watched them pull knives over insults, but this? This was different. The goons who had been laughing moments ago now stood frozen, their bodies rigid with barely contained terror. Even Victor, my boss, who had seen his fair share of fights, swallowed hard, his hands shaking as he took a step back. Two of the waitresses, Carla and Gina, rushed to Victor’s side, helping him up with hesitant hands before retreating a safe distance away. Their wide eyes darted between Raphael and the unconscious drunk on the floor, barely containing their curiosity. Then there was Carla—the same Carla w
"If it's not too much to ask, I'd like it if you could drop me off around that corner." I mentioned, pointing in the direction leading to the bar I work in.Raphael raised a brow that said 'really?'"You got what you wanted yesterday, and I'm still nursing the sore I got from you acting like some animal in heat." I said, rolling my eyes. "It would be most kind of you if you would honor your part of the deal and let me earn a few bucks on my own today. It's been quite a while since I've had time for myself.""So, you're telling me to leave you alone in that cheap place?" Raphael asked, a hint of disbelief coloring his tone."It's where this expensive little rabbit of yours works before you bought me," I retorted. "I'm sure I'll be fine, sir."A look of surprise crossed his features. "If it wasn't because of last night, I would have doubted your chastity," Raphael said, his lips curving upwards slightly. "But...you really are as pure as an ex-virgin."He looked at me with amusement, whi
The air was heavy as I walked up the cobblestone driveway to my childhood home—a house that once symbolized warmth, love, and laughter. Now, it stood as a hollow reminder of my father’s failings and my mother’s absence.The paint was peeling, the lawn overgrown, and the windows resembled dull eyes staring out at nothing. My grip tightened around the leather strap of my bag, the weight of its contents grounding me.As I approached the door, memories flooded back: Mom tending to her garden, her laugh spilling out like sunlight; Dad before he became a shadow of himself, playing catch with me in the yard. Those moments felt like a lifetime ago.I hesitated at the door, my hand hovering over the rusted bell. Memories flooded back. I remembered my father's icy sneer. My stepmother’s shrill, annoying voice. My mother’s quiet cries in the dead of night as she begged for another chance to prove herself. It all came rushing back like a slap to the face. Shaking off the nostalgia, I rang the bel
The auctioneer's voice, loud and authoritative, pierced the room like a sharp blade, calling out the price for my body."Ten million dollars!"A gasp rolled through the crowd, murmurs echoing off the high-ceilinged, plush walls of the exclusive, shadowy auction hall. The figures gathered here were hidden beneath the dull glow of crystal chandeliers, their gazes all focused on me. And as my heartbeat thrums in my ears, I’m acutely aware of just how exposed I am, standing there on the stage, dressed in nothing but a barely-there lace lingerie and a white rabbit mask.I—Selene Vantorel—shifted uncomfortably, my bare skin prickling under the spotlight. Despite the mask, I can feel the heat of the room pressing in around me, the cold sting of my vulnerability crawling up my spine. I’d never expected to find myself in this position. Not once had I imagined that my body, my dignity, would be the price tag for my family’s debt. I knew what they must be thinking. The questions were there, c...
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