Etangled By Casanova

Valerie never imagined it would be a tool to pay off her stepfather's debt–Luke. James, is a man who wants to have it, a respected man, a cruel casanova. Valerie tries to run, trying to be free from James' grip. But it was difficult, James would not let Valerie escape from her confinement. Even though now he has power. Wealth, power, in fact, were not enough to fight James. Valerie's cruel male obsession and hatred, unwittingly turns into love. Cruel and rude love, can they unite, like lovers?

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Valerie who could only stay in the room, without someone to talk to. Valerie could only stare at the night sky in the room, the bedroom window was tightly closed, making Valerie feel even more in a luxurious prison cage.

Valerie thought of a way to get away from James, but there was nothing she could think of at the moment, everything seemed deadlocked. No one could be contacted, no one could help him. Even Valerie doesn't know where she is now.

Vale sat on a sofa with a blank look at the sky above decorated with stars, as if laughing at his sad self, hurt by a fate that was never on his side. Valerie finds out about James, a successful CEO with billions in assets, and has rumors that James is a Casanova man who has many women by his side.

Hearing rumors about James made Vale smile sadly. "It's not a rumor, in fact it's a fact. It's just that James is much worse than they know."

Valerie was very curious, how could Lukas have a debt to James, who knows what Lukas had done?

James returned and saw Valerie sitting on the sofa with her blank gaze. James' flat gaze at Vale now turned sharp, angry to see that the food Anna had given him had not been touched at all.

"Why don't you eat the food?" James asked, his voice heavy and slightly raised, as if explaining that he was annoyed.

Valerie didn't answer James' question, making the man even angrier, he stepped up with quick steps, pulling the woman into his arms. "I asked, you didn't answer, don't you understand my language?!"

"Are you human? I don't think so, you don't have a heart, James!" Valerie replied not afraid when she looked directly at James' eyes which were angry with her. "After all... what do you care, if I die, won't you still be fine?"

Hearing that made James laugh and let go of his hug. "That's right, I'll be fine, even if you die! However, you have to remember, you are mine, you are not allowed to die until I am satisfied playing with you!"

Again, James did that to her, Valerie didn't rebel, he let James play with her body. Tears dripped without Valerie realizing it. He felt very humiliated, broken and dirty.

After being satisfied, James stood straightening his clothes, he looked at Valerie's body which was still plain without clothes. However, unlike Valerie's eyes on him, he seemed to really hate James, if possible, Valerie would even want to kill him. However, all of that was only his weak determination. Valerie does not have the power to avenge James, destroying his life, just as James destroyed her.

"You have to take good care of yourself, you even have to start being nice to me, if I'm happy, you will get a lot of benefits from me," said James as if he wanted Valerie to accept his destiny, to be one of his mistresses.

"I'd better die just kill me, James!" Valerie hissed.

Valerie's words made James angry. James strangled Valerie's neck, his eyes turned sharp red, Valerie seemed to challenge him to finish his life immediately.

Valeria, he was not afraid, but instead he settled James' face with a flat gaze, as if waiting for him to be actually killed by James.

"Kill... I..." said Valerie, her breath choking.

James strengthened his hand grip on Valeria, but then he let go. Pulling Valerie's body pushed her to the floor, hitting her, then listening to her.

"Arghtt..." Valerie screams pain.

But hearing the scream made James laugh, as if Valerie's sick scream was a beautiful song for him.

"Is this what you want? Just dreaming that you could die easily, I won't let you die, Valerie. Once again you challenge me, you will get more than this!"

James left Valerie in pain, her body covered in bruises from James' blow. Valerie sobbed, her tears burst. Why did this bad fate have to happen to him?

Valerie looked at the glass filled with water on the table close to him, she stood up slowly, took the glass and broke it.

Valerie took the broken glass, sobbed again, not knowing whether what she was going to do was right or not, she just didn't want to continue living in the confines of a cruel man like James. Even though it had only been a day, he had already been in a year of cruel hell.

If Valerie died this time, he hoped that no other woman would suffer the same fate as him. But on the contrary, if he had the chance to live, he promised to shatter those who had hurt him to pieces, repaying their treatment with great cruelty, like what James had done to him.

"What's the point of me living, if I'm just a lowly woman?" Valerie laughed sadly at her miserable life, no one would worry about her, and was one of the strong reasons Valerie ended her life.

Valerie scratched the sharp broken glass on her arm, fresh blood flowing down her veins. Valerie closed her eyes, she was ready to die, and free from her life despised by James' touch.

Valerie gave up on her life...

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For seven years, I hid my identity as a wealthy heiress to be with my boyfriend, Ewing. I followed him across the country and made myself small so he could feel big. On Thanksgiving, he ditched our celebration for his first love, Bree, who supposedly had a "burst pipe." Later, she posted an intimate selfie with him, calling him her "hero." Then she sent me a video of him at a bar, laughing with his friends. "She's just being dramatic," he slurred, smirking at the camera. "A new necklace and she'll forget all about it. She's easy." Easy. Seven years of my life, my love, my sacrifice-all reduced to that one word. I realized I was never his partner. I was just a placeholder. I didn't cry. I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to New York, and sent him one final text before blocking his number. "Don't bother coming home. I'm getting married."

Action Billionaire Romance

7.8

His Betrayal, My Revenge: A Mafia Romance

7.8

The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother's pregnant mistress's feet, I knew my marriage was over. He moved her into our home under the guise of "family duty," forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows. The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother's priceless necklace. When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her. He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don-an act of war. I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother's grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family. Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.

Action Mafia Romance

8.2

My Brother's Lies, My Fiancé's Betrayal

8.2

My brother, at the whim of his new girlfriend, fired our entire security team, leaving my mother and me alone in our isolated lake house. I had a premonition of a violent attack, but he just laughed and called me a drama queen. That night, my vision came true. Intruders stormed our home, and my mother took a crowbar to the chest to save my life. I escaped through the blizzard, bleeding and desperate, to my fiancé Cristofer' s cabin. He met me with a cold smirk. "Broderick warned me you'd pull a stunt like this." He accused me of faking it all for attention, then beat me until I tasted blood, leaving me on the floor. My brother and the man I was supposed to marry had branded me a liar while my mother was dying. They had chosen to believe a fantasy over my reality. But as I lay there, broken, Cristofer's phone rang. It was the sheriff, confirming a 911 call about a home invasion and a critically wounded victim at our address. Their world of lies was about to come crashing down.

Action Fantasy Romance

8.3

My New Husband Is Too Dangerous To Love!

8.3

Kristine planned to surprise her husband with a helicopter for their fifth anniversary, then learned the marriage had been a setup from day one. The man she called a husband never loved her-it was all one hell of a lie. She dropped the act, shed a lot of weight, and rebuilt herself, ready to make every bastard eat their words. After an impulsive remarriage, she accidentally exposed who she really was: a star designer and heir to a billion-dollar empire. And the bodyguard she'd hired was him all along! Who would've known, the "college student" she married turned out to be a feared underworld kingpin.

Action Modern Romance

7.2

Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Ruthless Ex

7.2

I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze. Dillon, the man I’d sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother’s sapphire ring—the one they’d just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist. She leaned in and whispered that my father’s trust fund was already offshore and that they’d sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he’d only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before. "This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late. I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon’s lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me. Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air. I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand—it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon. The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything.

Action Billionaire Fantasy

8.9

Rogue Luna Claims Her Revenge

8.9

Betrayed and left for dead by her own mate and pack, a disgraced Luna is forced into a life of exile. However, the shadows of her past cannot hold her back forever. Transformed by hardship and fueled by a burning desire for justice, she returns as a powerful rogue to reclaim her stolen dignity. In a world of shifting loyalties and brutal pack politics, she must navigate a dangerous path of vengeance while discovering a strength she never knew she possessed.

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