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Her Master's desire

"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." --------------------------- 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.

Favour_Abigail · Urban
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88 Chs

Chapter 48

Allison's POV

Pages have been ripped from my journal. Not just torn, but savagely ripped, as if whoever did it wanted to erase something — or someone — from existence. The pages that held my current story, gone. The photos, too. Every trace of my past weeks has vanished, leaving nothing but jagged edges and blank spaces where memories once lived. A cold shiver runs down my spine, blending with the confusion swirling in my chest.

I need to destroy the journal, burn it, before it becomes a weapon in the wrong hands. But now... someone else seems to have beaten me to it. Rebecca, perhaps? That conniving woman. Her sly smiles, her casual manner, like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Yet, I can't shake the image of her fingers flipping through the pages of my journal, tearing out my secrets. Did she do it? No… she'd acted as though she had no interest in it. Or could it have been Zain? Or Darius? Yasmin even? Or the triplets... Damn I'm making too many enemies.