Egbuna_Favour

( No rape, *apart from the memory of the Fl*. This novel contains alot of sex scenes, so its restricted for people under 18+.)

Raymond Christio is a sex freak. He fucks anything in a skirt and has no regard for women. To him, they are mere playthings, disposable conquests meant to serve his pleasure before he moves on to the next. Money, power, and his undeniable charm have always ensured that no woman dares to reject him. No one has ever slapped him, no one has ever said no—until her.

Rosia Angelis.

A woman who lives by her own rules. A prostitute by profession, but not by choice. Life pushed her into the darkness, but she carved her own place within it. While others might look down on her, she wears her title with pride. No one knows the pain she has endured, the sacrifices she has made, or the battles she fights every single day. And no man, not even the arrogant, insufferable Raymond Christio, has the right to judge her.

Their paths cross one fateful night when Raymond, confident as ever, approaches her, expecting the usual submission he gets from women. But Rosia isn’t like the others. When he tries to claim her as if she is just another prize, she does the unthinkable—she slaps him across the face and walks away.

For the first time in his life, Raymond is left stunned, humiliated, and burning with a new kind of desire—one that has nothing to do with lust and everything to do with obsession. No woman has ever defied him, and now, all he can think about is breaking Rosia, making her submit, forcing her into his world.

But Rosia isn't someone to be tamed. She has fought against monsters all her life, and she refuses to let Raymond be another.

What happens when two worlds built on dominance and survival collide?

A game of power, passion, and destruction begins—where the victor may end up losing the most.

When An Arrogant Playboy Meets A Rude Prostitute? WAR

Rosia balanced the tray of food carefully as she stepped into Tonia's room. The warm scent of the meal filled the space, bringing a little comfort after the terrifying night they'd had.

Tonia was curled up in bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Her face was still pale, her usually bright eyes shadowed with exhaustion and fear. Blender sat beside her, gently stroking her hair, whispering words of reassurance.

When Rosia walked in, Blender looked up first. She gave a small smile, though the concern on her face was evident.

"You made dinner," Blender said softly.

Rosia nodded, forcing a small smile. "Figured she'd need something warm in her stomach."

Tonia lifted her head slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't really feel like eating…"

Rosia walked over and set the tray down on the nightstand. She then sat on the bed beside Tonia, taking her hand gently.

Begging for her forgiveness