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The music was blasting loudly, and something in me kept saying that I may go deaf if I don't get out of here. The smoke from cigars and cigarettes was overfilling this place. You could notice directly that people in this place owned a lot. They had a fortune, but yet they would spend that fortune on places such as this.
Btw This story is about Human trafficking and the chapters are very long.....
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From Chains
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Helios's retelling
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PRECIOUS(Not Edited)
"What the hell is your problem Mario."I yelled breathing unevenly. I noticed him fuming. I bet he hated being yelled at. Well, guess what, I didn't care. " You can't forbid me from going outside."I pointed my index finger to the gigantic black door that I just busted through. "Don't you. Yell.at me."his teeth were gritted so tightly I could see them through his skin. "I just wanted us to talk and where the hell were you going?"I rolled my eyes. Was he being serious right now. We never talked . He always issued orders to me. "You don't want to talk.you want to give and order. I just want a minute alone to think."I reasoned almost crying. "And you don't want to think precious. I know the moment you step out that gate, you would leave me."he looked at me clearly trying to put his anger in check.What the hell was he even mad at?what on earth was he talking about? "W-what?" "Just fucking go upstairs! go and think from there!"he snapped. His hands balled into a fist. "You can not order me to think. I am not in the mood anymore.why don't you go ahead and write your orders down..that's what you are good at99 anyway. Husband! "he gave me a poker face making me wonder who the hell I got married to . I couldn't stand him even for a second. Sighing I turned around to the spiral stairs going to the bedroom. I just prayed that he kept his dumb ass downstairs or back to his office. Precious A 2o years old economic graduate has a bit of bad luck in choosing her partner. She was left at the alter,suffered his home's wrath until she had to move. Mario A 30 years old multi billionaire with a nasty attittuude and a dark past.he was a straight manwhore until he met precious. They got married but his possessive nature proved to be a stumbling block.Concluida
Rum for the Money
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Can't Buy Me Love
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Getting to know him again[SEQUEL]
"I would like you, Miss Walker, to be my niece's nanny because she seems to have taken a liking to you," he said after puffing out the stream of smoke he inhaled from his cigar. Miss Walker?! I searched his eyes for a sign of recognition and familiarity but couldn't find any. Does he not remember me? I felt my heart shatter into pieces, not believing this could actually happen. "Hello," he snapped his fingers. I looked up, hoping I didn't have a distraught look on. "I would pay you $10000 per week and offer you an accommodation in my house to see to her every need. If you would sign this contract to seal the deal," he pushed a contract note towards me. I cleared my throat before speaking. "I would l-like to... take.. sometime. to.. think..about..it," I said quickly and walked, ignoring the shock look on his men's face. I walked out of his office and entered the elevator. How could he treat me like this? I thought about him for six good years, and here he was acting like he didn't know who I was. My chest tightened as I walked out. I blinked back to stop the tears. Fuck him and his stupid job offer! Shouldn't I be interested in getting to know him again? I couldn't believe Asher acted like that to me. Like I was nothing but a mere business deal to be sealed. Why me?! ^__^__^__^__^ This is just not a story between the rich and the poor. Billionaire and an average girl! It's Love vs. Hatred! Revenge vs. Denial! Light vs. Darkness! Agony and Pain! Six years have passed! Stephanie Walker kept holding on to the hope that he was going to come back for her. She can't seem to forget him. She just want to know him again and rekindle their love story. The question is : would he let her achieve that aim?Concluida
TAKEN ✔
The huge man carried me down to the ground floor, since apparently I still wasn't trusted to have the ankle chains taken off. We arrived in a big room with polished floorboards, leather seats, small coffee tables and black duck tape forming a line in the centre of the room. At the line where girls, some a bit older than me and some way older than me. The youngest one I could pick out was a blonde haired girl around 18, and the eldest in her early 30's. I was kicking against the huge man as much as the chains would let me, but he just dropped me to the ground in the line. I quickly got up, and looked at the occupants in the leather chairs. They were all men in business suites with glasses of beer. "Alright, first one up is this girl," the big man pointed at me, and my stomach twisted with disgust. "£150,000" I heard someone yell. "250,000" Another one said. "£300,000!" "Come on guys, the boss wants more than that!" The big man said with a smile. "I'll give you £600,000," said a cold voice from the back of the room. Everyone looked up in surprise at a man in his mid 20's who walked down the room to me. "3...2...1... sold!" ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ Completed ✔Concluida
**This story does contain the use of German and the French language** "It's been Forty-Five minutes since the first bomb dropped..." "Hmm..." smoke left his lips in a slow and steady cloud, a cigarette resting between a pointer and middle finger in his right hand. Eyes glued to the dark winter night sky, panning search lights among the stars, bursts of bright dots turning into balls of fire, flicking the burning stick onto the ground, trapping it under his boot. "The Army is already gathering, we should go..." dragging his eyes from the sky over to the tall man with a smooth voice standing beside him, watching the way his eyes would shine with the bursts of light in the sky, dancing against the forest green of his eyes.
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