[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 was seething from the inside, and I felt a massive pressure in my chest that was about to explode; I could not bear the thought that I had been subjected to deception in such a loathsome manner. 


I had made myself a laughingstock for these lunatics, and while I thought that I had finally breathed a sigh of relief and escaped from this prison, I found that I was merely a naive girl moved by strings held by Robert.


I threw the pillow on the floor with all my strength, muttering with lips trembling from oppression: "You are stupid, Julie... you are stupid." My body collapsed to the floor, and I leaned my tired head against the edge of the bed, feeling a bitter lump in my throat as I asked myself: What did I do in this life for God to punish me in this way?


I wished at that moment if Steve were with me; I missed him to the point of aching.


Chapter 129 - 129/I Accept Death