[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

Everything around me was freezing, and I felt a coldness coursing through the tips of my fingers until all sensation vanished completely. 


I stopped fucking her suddenly and withdrew with a body as rigid as stone. I began putting on my clothes with mechanical, swift movements, while Sarah watched me with eyes filled with confusion. She asked in a faint, trembling voice:


 "Sir... is something wrong? Did I upset you in some way?"


I didn't bother to look at her or respond; I buttoned my shirt and left the room with heavy strides. Midway, my gaze fell on Ron, who was gripping the arm of one of the guards tightly and pushing him violently. I asked with a deadly coldness:


 "Don't trouble yourself with these matters, sir."


I fixed my sharp gaze on him and said in a tone that brooked no discussion: 


Chapter 112 - 113/The Emperor's Execution