[Warning: This story contains explicit adult content and dark romance themes. It features a strong female lead and a dominant male lead. Expect dangerous plot twists ahead.]
slow burn 

I'm Julie Michael

I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him.


On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, I discovered the truth:


I wasn’t abandoned by accident.
I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them.


But I refuse to break under his hands. 

In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake.

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"You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat.
Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss:


"Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart."

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Julie stomped the floor with her foot, and agitation was clear in the tone of her voice, which rose slightly as she pointed at my face: 


"You ran your thumb over your lip! You're hinting to me... hinting that I kissed you!"



My composure didn't budge; instead, I tilted my head to the side and looked at her with a gaze shrouded in mischief, then said with utter simplicity: 


"And what is the problem with that? It was just a kiss."

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She waved her hand with bitter irony: 


"Are you the one who's going to protect me from him?"


 I nodded, confirming: 


"Yes."



A low growl escaped her, and she said: 


"You are worse than him."

Then I asked her in a confident tone that made her cheeks burn: 


"Then why were you burying your face in my chest, with your fingers digging into my shirt?"


Adult content only

Dark Romance

Twisted

I pulled my tired body from the bed and rubbed my eyes, trying to grasp the situation, and said in a hoarse voice: 


"What is it... what brought you here so early in the morning?"


She didn't answer; instead, she stepped aside to make way for a guard who was dragging a massive metal clothes rack behind him, 


crowded with fabric pieces of various colors and shapes, followed by another guard carrying shoeboxes stacked on top of each other.


I furrowed my brows and looked at the crowded clothes rack in confusion, asking in a low voice:


Olivia adjusted her stance after the guards left the room, tapping her forefinger on the edge of her crossed arm, saying sarcastically:


 "They are your work clothes... for you don't intend to work as a personal assistant for Mr. Robert in these pajamas of yours, do you?"


Chapter 74 - 75/Did something really happen between us?