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Her Neglected Scars
Last Updated : 2025-04-12
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Dark Romance
Steamy
Drama
Mafia
Ruthless
Victim
Love after Marriage
Runaway with a Baby
Face-Slapping
Russia, the only place where sex and guns could ever taste so sweet—my exact nightmare. The only thing I’m here for is to grind my body over shady politicians for my father’s schemes. I’d be more than willing to do so if it meant I’d pull my mother and myself out of his chains and start a new life. I was so close, so damn close—until he came . . . very much unannounced. Konstantin Morozov, the man I am going to be married off to. Russia’s ruthless beast— earning his crown with bloodied hands. With this, I only had to face two challenges: infiltrate his notorious business as per father’s order and divorce him when the time is right. But dealing with a husband who has a Morozov as his last name was never easy, especially with a gun pointed at my head, and those rough, cruel hands wrapped around my heart. I wonder which blows up first?
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Her Neglected Scars EIGHT: Hell from One to Another
“Hi, I’m Lisa’s manager,” The blonde man in his tight suit, flushed red face probably from the booze he’s been drinking all night and that oddly—probably fake gold watch, introduced himself.If I was sober and not in the utmost need of help, I would definitely laugh thinking how someone like him would be a believable manager. But no, this is a slut dancer group we’re talking about. So perhaps an alcoholic would be a fit guardian of all those sick girls.I subtly took a peek at Konstantin Morozov’s reaction. He still doesn’t know who I am, just that I’m a dancer and he’s at a party, so he’s getting what he was invited for. A lap dance is not a big deal when it comes to experienced sluts and I should be appearing as one.“I need you backstage right now.” He orders. My brows raised from how much command was in his tone. Probably from trying so hard to be ‘my manager’ but I did ask him for help so however this situation should turn out, it’s going to be my fault.It was quick but it didn’
Last Updated : 2025-04-12Her Neglected Scars SEVEN: Dancing On Top of Danger
“I’m a really bad dancer, just so you know that.” I stammer as I try to keep up pace with the bald man in a suit. “Like, really bad. I might kick your boss in like—on his chest.” I added and he stopped in his tracks to turn around, lowering his black glasses only to sarcastically raise his brows at me.“Really? At a lap dance?” He asked and I swallowed the lump in my throat to try and breathe well. “It’s totally possible.” I arrogantly replied. Great. This is just great. A personal escort to my doom. I just hope the awkward dance moves are about to be part of the charm.I could feel harsh lasers piercing the back of my head and I slowly turn around to see the Mayor’s daughter fuming with an employee beside her holding a box of tissues. If that is not a bad omen, I don’t know what is.God, she must be freaking angry. I’m going to be lap dancing on top of the man she’s desperate to be with.After the employee stated it was Kokstantin who requested me, it was clear that staying a thousa
Last Updated : 2025-04-11Her Neglected Scars SIX: Between Hard Poles and Walls
Blending in has never been my strongest suit, especially when it involves pole dancing and psychopaths. I was taught to dance by world-renowned professionals from all over the world, but not this—no, not this. As much as my father wanted me to seduce men, which would mean dancing like this in a nurse costume would be a good start, but no, he never had someone teach me this.So I blended in, or so I thought.“Damn, girl. You got accepted here with those moves? Their standards are low these days.” one of them whispers as she does a split in front of some old men who I recall I last saw on the government news.“Oh, come on. I’m trying my best here.” I mumble behind the mask. It’s not very easy knowing someone from afar is staring at you with blood-red eyes which will be the color of the liquid that will be coming out of my body if I get caught. So as much as I abhor myself for this, I dance my heart out like the bitch I was raised.I’m running my hands all over my body as slutty as I c
Last Updated : 2025-04-01Her Neglected Scars FIVE: A Prey's Party
Apparently, escaping from the clutches of dangerous men has been my new normal these days. This time from someone exceptionally good-looking. Perhaps if he’s not threatening to blast my head away with a bullet, I might actually consider seducing him.I could feel his hot breath fanning my cheeks and I instantly took a step back when it was beginning to pull out some liquid in me that shouldn’t come out. “I-I . . . I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” I stutter, forcing a smile at him with shaky breaths. Crap, crap, crap. I have got to go. I need to run far from this place. But I can’t get out of here without pulling something out of the Mayor’s daughter.“Where are you going?” I was whipped around when the nicest girl on the table hoisted me by the arm and turned me to the Mayor’s daughter, who’s still crying, but this time, confusion was etched on her face. She’s probably a little shocked as to why her murderously attractive crush is suddenly interested in the girl who ruins other peopl
Last Updated : 2025-04-01Her Neglected Scars FOUR: Tears, Tea, Trouble
Staring down danger over a tea party is a great reminder that life loves throwing curveballs when you’re least prepared. But on the bright side, I think I’m finally sure he’s six-foot five.I swallow the lump in my throat as those muddy, red eyes penetrated through my very being, sending electricity shooting down my spine. I could see the way his gaze swept over me even with the man in front of him still speaking to him. It’s like he was weighing my every secret. It’s scary, I want to look away, but I can’t. As they say, the most dangerous connections are the ones that make your skin crawl in fear and your body to heat in arousal.“Evangeline . . .” It’s both disgusting and confusing. I can’t believe he, a total stranger, would be able to make me feel so small under that lethal gaze. “Evangeline . . .” My heart hammered wildly. My hands, trembling despite my efforts to keep them steady, clenched into tight fists on the new dress my father paid for. Is he seeing me do that? Does h
Last Updated : 2025-04-01Her Neglected Scars THREE: Poisoned Gazes
Whip burns and brotherly love: because one form of torture just isn’t enough. The room was heavy with unspoken tension as my brother gently applied the salve on the wounds on my back, his touch lingering a bit too long.I asked for the maids, but I guess they, too, were far too afraid to go against the second-in-command in this house, my brother, Caesar Bennington. You could say my father was unimpressed with how I turned out—a girl. He thought someone like me would never be fit to inherit the dirty money the Bennington Legacy has. As if I’d want my hands on it.So he took in a kid who survived the streets through thick and thin; pick-pocketing, breaking houses, and even killing. A kid like Caesar with no background and parents to hold him back, was the perfect heir. “Father overdid it . . .” he blows on one of the wounds and I swallow the bile in my throat.So you could say, all this wouldn’t be familial love considering we don’t have the same blood running through our veins.Bu
Last Updated : 2025-04-01Her Neglected Scars TWO: To Punish the Brave One
When you dig your own grave, you better be ready to lie in it, but damn, this is one deep hole.Bloody pupils that look and feel like it’s seen murderous things penetrated right through the small slats of the closet. He doesn’t move, nor does he stray his eyes away from mine. Instead, his lips, captivating and sexy as they are stained with one of the guard’s blood, curved in a fascinated smirk. It was looking at something delicious to mock.He knows I’m here and yet makes no move to find out or drag me the fuck out like any other normal people catching someone hiding themselves in a small closet would.He doesn’t say a word and silence befalls the two of us, adding to the suffocation from being trapped in this small piece of furniture.I want to get out. My instinct is telling me to run, like a small prey in the presence of a predator. He is a predator.We both stay silent until a strained knock thudded on the door, as if the person behind it was debating whether to disturb the monst
Last Updated : 2025-04-01Her Neglected Scars ONE: Marrying To My Doom
I’m getting married to Konstantin Morozov, the merciless billionaire crowned as the bloodthirsty King in all of Russia, or in other words, my life is going to end today.A stark difference to the dark cell I thought it would be ending, but instead it’s here—in this beautiful church adorned with flowers and friends who will not hesitate to stab you in the back the second you away.I watch the stranger’s eyes look at me with judgment written all over their faces, each of them a witness to my impending doom.“These rings will symbolize the love that will forever be cherished in this marriage.” The priest declares, and a small boy, who looks a lot like the groom I will be married to, walks up the aisle with the rings gently laid on the pillow he’s holding.Konstantin Morozov takes one and right when I was about to wait for the traditional vows, he pulls my hand to his and roughly pushes the ring in my finger.I jolt in surprise but feeling the eyes of my family, I instantly recover with a
Last Updated : 2025-04-01
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ONE: Marrying To My Doom
I’m getting married to Konstantin Morozov, the merciless billionaire crowned as the bloodthirsty King in all of Russia, or in other words, my life is going to end today.A stark difference to the dark cell I thought it would be ending, but instead it’s here—in this beautiful church adorned with flowers and friends who will not hesitate to stab you in the back the second you away.I watch the stranger’s eyes look at me with judgment written all over their faces, each of them a witness to my impending doom.“These rings will symbolize the love that will forever be cherished in this marriage.” The priest declares, and a small boy, who looks a lot like the groom I will be married to, walks up the aisle with the rings gently laid on the pillow he’s holding.Konstantin Morozov takes one and right when I was about to wait for the traditional vows, he pulls my hand to his and roughly pushes the ring in my finger.I jolt in surprise but feeling the eyes of my family, I instantly recover with a...
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