whitepheonix

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape.  

This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this.  

"I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go."  

My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest.  

A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable.  

"Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this."  

A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact.  

The room pulsed with danger.  

**"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."**  

His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation.  

"You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark."  

A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening.  

"Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me."  

He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips.  

"Now… come here."  

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Story by white pheonix

Pregnant by the Mafia boss

I watched him with my gaze, my heart pounding as I wrestled with the voices in my head. Maybe I should say yes, give myself a chance. Ashley wanted him as her brother-in-law, and maybe—just maybe—I could give my unborn child a complete family. 


Yang looked like a total gentleman. There was something in his eyes—something tender, something genuine. Love. Care. He wasn't just asking for me; he was asking for the child growing inside me, offering to be the father it needed. 


A few seconds passed, our eyes locked in an intense exchange. He waited for my answer, his patience unwavering, his expression filled with unspoken emotions. Inside me, a war raged—a battle between fear and hope, between my past and the possibility of a different future. Could I trust this man? Could I take this leap of faith? 


"I know you think I'm a total freak for asking you to be my wife on our first date, but I want—" 


"are you sure " I cut him off before I could second-guess myself. 


Is she pregnant?