Favour_Abigail

"Take her," the dangerous man orders casually, like I'm the most boring little human he's ever encountered in his life.

"I said stay the fuck away!" I yell at him this time, causing him to tilt his head in amusement.

"A little girl like you shouldn't be swearing at your elders. It's bad habit. Your daddy should have taught you better."

Hold on. My daddy. And if I heard correctly the first time, the other man had mentioned something about 'daughter' and 'grown woman'. Shit! What's going on? This must be Darius Hunter! And how do they know about my existence!? Oh no! My father! Have they taken him? Have they hurt him?

"Darius... Hunter?" I stutter in sheer terror, the dangerous man tensing as I mention his name.

"You know my name. I don't know if I should be impressed or disappointed," Darius chuckles, amusement seeping into his tone.

"Errrm... I... Where's my father...?" My demand sounds more like a plea, my voice shuddering in painful anticipation.

"Waiting for you at my place. He said we should come get you. I didn't expect you to be old enough to beat up my man. I am definitely impressed, and your value, my dear, has just gone up."
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Allison, a confined young woman who finds solace in books and writing, is thrust into a world of danger and deceit when her father, Frank, a reformed gambler turned priest, sells her to Darius Hunter, the infamous "Devil of California," to settle an old debt. Darius tries everything possible to break Allison for his pleasure, promising himself not to touch her innocence. Yet, as Allison navigates the treacherous waters of her new life, she discovers hidden strengths, forms unexpected bonds, and unravels the dark secrets of her family’s past. Amidst turmoil and passion, Allison and Darius find themselves entangled in a powerful and transformative love story, punctuated by shocking twists and turns.

Her Master's desire

Marrying Allison makes no sense. Yet, somehow, her mother seems to know better. I drive directly to my favorite court, and within minutes, I'm married to Allison. But even now, I'm not sure if I'm truly married to her. She doesn't seem fully present—almost as if she's floating above the entire process. She looks lost, probably wondering how she ended up here and why everything is happening so fast.

Now, we're back at my place, in my room, to be specific. She sits on the bed with her back to me. Her face is wet with tears, but she isn't sobbing. The tears fall in silence, as if they've decided to fall on their own, without her permission.

"I'll divorce you after a year, I promise," I break the silence, hoping it will stop the tears.

She doesn't answer, leaving me to wonder if she even heard me.

"You won't stay in my room anymore," I continue, trying to sound detached. "I'll prepare your old room for you, and—"

Chapter 95