Damsel in Business
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Ostatnia publikacja niedz., maj 24, 2026
Eleanora Pierce, one woman ruined by two men. Her crime? Her connection to the Pierce Business, an empire that belongs to her father, which has only ever given her two things;
A betrayal; a father's greed, a business deal.
A choice; Andrei Romanov's requirements, a man's price on her next breath.
The price? His ring on her finger.
It was their greed, their selfish purposes that commenced her demise.
But now, it was his will against her determination.
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Andre Romanov, one man who silenced the room with his mere presence, heir of a Mafia that stood superior over all other competition.
Resilient, Fierce, Heartless.
He had one aim in life, an aim buried deep in his being. To fulfil that aim, he had to get something first, a someone.
And he always got the things he wanted.
Even if that thing was not a thing at all, even if it was her.
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"Tell me, little dove, is this the way to treat your husband?" He towered over me, my frame being engulfed by his large build as he trapped me between his body and the wall of his office. His right hand leisurely unbuttoned my blouse as he leaned down to my height, the finger of his left hand under my chin, angling it up to look at him.
"You're not my husband." My defiance burned bright, but my breath shuddered at his movements.
"Yet." Fire swirled behind those eyes. His hand snaked on my bare skin, moving to my back as he reached for my bra, "And I don't see your body opposing me so," his warmth caressed my features, his face only a breath apart, "be a good girl, dove."
"I'm not your 'good girl', Andrei." The quiet moan slipped past my lips, betraying me when his skillful hand unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts.
"Push me away." My mind, foggy with desire and a hint of guilt; the guilt of not sticking with my plans and giving into his momentary pleasure.
My silence was his answer.
"That's what I thought," his knee pushed in between my legs, spreading them apart, "You're not my good girl, you're my dirty little se
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Seducing the Roman father
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DESIRE
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HIS DOLL | 18+ ✓
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a new life
I shoved my black curly hair behind my ear, staring at my reflection in the cracked hallway mirror. Black eyes, tan skin-Italian on my mother's side, a little olive glow from spending too much time inside hiding from the world. My lips were set in that sarcastic line I always used when I didn't want to show fear. I looked small, unassuming, harmless. Perfect for slipping through the cracks unnoticed. "Sophia, are you even listening?!" my mother barked from the kitchen, her voice sharp and jagged. I sighed, walking toward the sound. "I'm listening," I muttered, though I wasn't. Her words had lost meaning after years of shouting, threats, and empty promises. "You think I like living like this?" she snapped, slamming a hand on the counter. "Your father can't do anything right, and now-now we're going to lose everything. Do you understand that?" "Yes, Mom," I said softly, dropping my gaze to the floor. I didn't flinch. Not outwardly. Inside, my stomach twisted like a knot of barbed wire. Dad didn't look up. He was hunched over the kitchen table, bills and letters spread out in front of him. The lines on his face had deepened in the past year. I didn't even know how long it had been since he'd smiled. "It's not like we have money to pay them," he muttered, voice low, almost broken. Mom spun toward him, eyes blazing. "Then what do you expect? That we just...give up? Sophia's going to fix this!" I froze mid-step. The words hit me like a punch to the chest. My parents had...sold me. Not even metaphorically. Literally. "Sold" was the only word that fit.
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Attracted to His Cold
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She was lost and so was he. Who knew that two broken hearts can connect to one. Arabella's world has been rigged since the day she was born. Her fate had been decided for her much longer before she even had been conceived in the womb. So it came as no surprise when she found herself back at the beginning. As if the pain she has previously experienced wasn't enough, she now needs to relearn how to balance her life. She can't help but pray to the universe for a break. She was exhausted from fighting for all she had and watching her life fall apart just as quickly as it had come back together. Dominic's life was something he would forever be grateful for since he knew that he never had it as rough as others. But there were always going to be times that he wanted to give up. With the responsibility of leading an entire mafia and his own past commitment issues, he believes the barrier to letting go is far greater than what others tell him. And when new desires emerge, he notes how his heart skips a beat whenever he sees her. His instinct kicks in, and he raises his barriers twice as high as she lowers hers to make place for him. All I was guilty of, was showing them mercy when no one else would. ~~~ "I saw you, Dominic. I wish you saw me." "I see you." I freeze at his words, my back facing him. "I can only see you. Everything I look at, everything I touch, everything I smell always leads back to you. I spent most of my life thinking that my heart was my biggest weakness. I always imagined that it would be my downfall. I had a loving family and that was enough for me. Getting a girlfriend, getting married, having a family, none of that mattered to me. Before you." He pauses, taking a breath and my eyes water. "I kept any other part of my heart guarded and almost locked. It was as if I didn't have one at all. Even now, its still fucked up. The lock I've kept is warned out though the only person who has its key is you. It's yours."
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