𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER. Charlie, also known as the jet-setter and billionaire Tony Stark's only daughter, is 26 and in a relationship with Steve, soon-to-be successor of one of the most profitable companies in New York: Rogers Corp. But after she miraculously escaped a kidnapping, her father hires a bodyguard to protect her day and night, by the name of James B. Barnes. But Charlie is determined to make her father regret his decision and James go mad. Little did she know it's not like him to disappoint his employer. 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: - Bucky Barnes is not The Winter Soldier, Tony Stark is not Iron Man, Steve Rogers is not Captain America, Natasha Romanoff is not Black Widow: there are no avengers. - Smut, mature content, +18 ONLY PLEASE : scenes of kidnapping, violence and blood, betrayal, unprotected sex, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, mentions of death and grief, addiction and postnatal depression (not the FMC though). - English is not my first language. Please feel free to correct me if something bothers you. - All the images I use can be found on Pinterest.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK