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Last Updated : 2025-01-15
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It's a contract of lies. And a bloody fucking war. To stop a war, I'm being forced to marry my sworn enemy. Damien Vincenzo is everything hell is. A brutal, domineering, monster with a body built to kill. And now. I belong to him. But one thing I won't ever give him will be my heart. We were a match made in hell. And "Till death do us apart." might be the perfect word to describe this situation but it won't even be enough. It's not supposed to be real. It's not. And one thing I'm sure of is that, I'm out to destroy him just like he did to me. He stole my life, my breath, my entire existence. My name is Anastasia Zhukov and I'm a thief. One that's not after wealth, but lives. His life.
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GOOD SIN T W E L V E
~ ANASTASIA ~I step deeper into the large household, mentally rolling my eyes as an old man in white and black butler outfit after speaking with Damien walks towards me.“Good evening, Mrs Vicen–”“Ms. Zhukov.” I correct.He frowns in puzzlement.“I'm keeping my maiden name.” I say, the words sounding like a lie even to my own ears.He nods stiffly. “Very good ma'am. Shall I excort you to the–”“Oh no, thanks a bunch, but I can manage.” I wonder what that bastard was thinking. Does he think I need a babysitter or something? I watch as he stands stiffly before me. He spares Damien's retreating back a glance and turns back to me.“Allow me to–”“Where's the way to the bathroom?” I ask, cutting him off. He nods in satisfaction and points to his left. “That way, then turn left and walk downwards, you will see the sign on the door.” I nod, forcing a smile. At least, he won't follow me to the bathroom. I spare him one last glance before making my way to the direction he'd given, my head
Last Updated : 2025-01-15GOOD SIN E L E V E N
~ ANASTASIA ~The past two days have been monotonous at best. And it consist of me avoiding Damien like the plague which is a hard thing to do because of the open settings of the fucking penthouse.Just like I'd expected, we are under something I've decided to call a house arrest because Damien said we must make them believe we are on our honeymoon and it should last for at least three to four days. This is not what I envisioned for my wedding and its honeymoon for real. Or, at least what I planned with Isabella when we were watching Cinderella. But as I grew up, I knew mine won't be normal and it will be just a childhood dream. Afterall, what's normal? I've only heard about it and I've never lived it. Other kids are not forced to learn how to use a gun at seven or forced to move undercover or under tight security.I let out a bitter chuckle as I grabbed the shot and down it in a go before grabbing the bottle to pour another one. Right now, I'm sitting in the bar area of the penthous
Last Updated : 2025-01-04GOOD SIN T E N
~ ANASTASIA ~I think I'm going insane. Or. I've already gone insane. Jesus Christ, what have I done. I close my eyes tightly, feeling the mild tingles between my thighs. I've never been this embarrassed in my life, jeez.I slowly peel my eyes open, and I shut them again when I catch him sitting beside the bed in my peripheral vision. Jesusfuckingchrist. ‘Don’t you dare act like a hussy!’ Inhaling, I gather what's left of my pride and sit up, rubbing the remnants of fake sleep away from my face with a yawn. I spare him a glance which soon turns to a glare when I spot the amused look on his face.“What time is it?” I ask, the question coming out harsher than I'd intended.He places his palm under his chin. “An hour and fifteen minutes after you blackout from cumming around my fingers.” I feel heat pooling between my thighs as my face grows hot from embarrassment. Then, I clear my throat and throw away the duvet, hurriedly climbing out of the bed.Wrong move.Blood rushes to my head
Last Updated : 2025-01-03GOOD SIN N I N E
~ DAMIEN ~ I have always thrived on control. Seeing people at my mercy, knowing that I have the power to mould them or break them, that I have the pen and eraser to seal their fate. Most call me monster, some devil, some even call me bastard. Well, I'm all. You may be thinking that my experience made me like this. Maybe I'd gone through some shitty moments in life, perhaps from an abusive father or an abusive mother. Newsflash? No, I didn't have any of that. My ruthlessness didn't stem from my childhood, and I wasn't like a diamond that was forged under pressure. Instead, I've always been like this. Thriving on control, brutality, beauty in blood, love for the sound of gunshot, wanting to watch the world burn. Everything. I was born this way. It was like that placenta that followed me to the world but was cooked for me to eat instead of being buried with the demons of the world. It was like my flesh that expanded as I continue to grow and now, it continues to impact those aro
Last Updated : 2025-01-01GOOD SIN E I G H T
~ ANASTASIA ~I'm choosing to be reckless. I know I will probably regret this when I'm down from the high but I couldn't care less, not when my body melts against Damien's and I whimper when his tongue delves deeper into my mouth.‘This isn't right’ My brain whispers, but I push the voice back, deciding to turn a blind eye to it for now. This is Damien, my fucking high school crush who crushed me. But we are married. A contract marriage for that matter. Maybe we are just making things easier by…“Ohhhh…” I let out a long throaty moan when he cups my face and grips my hip possessively while his mouth descends to my neck, his tongue licking my throat from base to top.I let my hands roam over his bare chest which doesn't have even a spec of ink on it. And sweet Jesus, his body. Ohh, his body. I've gawked at him from afar, even lusted after it, back when he was my enemy of a neighbour without curtains and when he was the central midfielder in the school's football team when I'd joined th
Last Updated : 2024-12-22GOOD SIN S E V E N
~ ANASTASIA ~ The warm glow of the floor lamps and the soft hums of the air conditioning welcomes me as I step foot into Damien's penthouse — my apartment if not for his freaking involvement. But my brain wasn't focused on the plush white couches and sofas. Instead, my mind still reels from the kiss. The first kiss at the altar was vicious and fierce. It was as if he was trying to pass a point across to me. Claiming me. Punishing me. Making his stance known. And yes, it made my brain mushy and my pulse run hot. But it's the second kiss that ignites my blood and has my toes curling in my shoe even if I don't want to admit it. It was playful and something I think looks like regret lingers in my heart. I should have— “Ahhh…” I gasp in surprise when my head suddenly meets a hard coarse surface. I step back, seeing it's Damien who'd suddenly stop. “What the fuck are you thinking?” “I should be asking you that.” He scowls. I hiss, gathering my veil into my hand before rumpling
Last Updated : 2024-12-20GOOD SIN S I X
~ ANASTASIA ~ My breath catches in my throat as my brain stops working for some minutes. He continues to drag me towards his place instead. But soon enough, I try to yank my hand away from his but his grip only tightens. “You don't get to decide that for me.” I say, my voice shaking. I left that fucking mansion so I could have a place for myself. And now, after having a taste of what liberation feels like, I can't allow it to get snatched just like that. “How do you expect the greek and the Irish to believe that we are united if not for us living together?” I swallow the lump in my throat knowing I couldn't argue my way out of this situation because the bastard has a point. But… I can't give up just like that. Or can I? “What about —” “Anastasia.” He calls, his voice dropping to a low edge and I don't know, but the way he called my name sends some odd tingles straight to my core and I suddenly get the urge to rub my thighs together. I nod and he takes that as a sign t
Last Updated : 2024-12-19GOOD SIN F I V E
~ ANASTASIA ~“Say ‘I do’.” Claud’s voice rings in my ears and I gulp.“Do you, Anastasia Zhukov, accept Damien Vicenzo as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”“I…” I open my mouth, my eyes landing on the devilishly handsome man clad in a black suit before me. It's hard. I wonder how he said ‘I do’ so effortlessly and I gulped again. I can't subject Isabella to the gruesome fate of wedding him in my stead.“I do.” I say.The crowd erupts into cheers and my eyes dart to Alexander who's staring at me in satisfaction. I grit my teeth, glad that the veil is still covering my face.The ring bearer brings the ring and Damien steps closer to slip the golden ring with a ruby stone into my left ring finger.My hands shake as I take the second ring from the case. I hold my breath, slipping it into his extended finger as the crowd e
Last Updated : 2024-12-11GOOD SIN F O U R
~ ANASTASIA ~I watch as the little crowd floods out of the room and with a swallow, I stand up too. It's suffocating. I'm suffocating. I feel like I might die if I stay in this restaurant’s private booth for any minute longer.“Nastya.” Alexander calls and I stop, sensing his soft undertone.He stands up, motioning for me to come closer. “We need to talk.”I grit my teeth, holding myself back from an outburst, watching as Claud leads Isabella out of the room.But I sit down, too tired to cry or oppose him. He sits too, taking my hands in his.“I need to apologize for today” He says and I turn my attention to him, watching him as if he'd grown two heads.“Apologize? You mean for not telling me I was going to be a political bargaining chip?” He turns his gaze away from me and nods. I pull my hands away from his firm ones. “I'm not interested in marrying Damien, Alex.”“You don't have a say in this.” He says, his voice turning harder.I grit my teeth. “You don't get to tell me what to
Last Updated : 2024-12-11
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~ ANASTASIA ~The first time I saw him, I was eight years old. He was the boy who'd made my life a misery, the one who'd taken pleasure in my pain. If there's anything like hate from afar, it would be me to him. But I think I should try to say that to my under-satisfied libido and clenched thighs.I shake my head, shaking the thoughts off as I rub my thighs together one last time. I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan.He's not just my neighbour.He's the enemy.My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high.And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?I s...
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