[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 sat before my father, and the charged silence between us weighed down the air in the room; nothing binds me to this man except that cursed blood running in our veins. 


I listened to his advice, which carried no meaning for me, then I asked him in a dry tone while interlocking my fingers over the table: "Did you come here to talk about my personal assistant?"


My father fixed his gaze into my eyes and said sternly: "I am only advising you... this girl, Robert, will make you weak."


My jaw muscles tensed, and I let out a short, mocking laugh that didn't reach my eyes: "I am thirty years old... haven't you seen that I am too old for your advice?"


He replied with a coldness that provoked my stillness: "You are my son, and you will always remain small in my eyes."


Chapter 124 - 125/Scattered Memories