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1. Running
This is the first book in a series of books that will be very similar in content. This series will be darker than my other books and it might not be for everyone. This book is a dark romance, reverse harem type story (meaning the girl in this book will be in a relationship with more than one guy). There will be elements of BDSM, blood and knife play, breeding kink, and other types of kinks. Torture, kidnapping, and other acts of violence will happen in this book. Consider this your trigger warning. The book contains triggers from start to finish and I won’t spell them out at the beginning of each chapter. If you decide to venture on, this was your warning and I hope you will enjoy the story.

Angel

Looking over my shoulder for the hundredth time in the last half an hour, ensuring no one is following me, I walk fast on the crowded street. Attempting not to make eye contact with anyone, not wanting to be noticed. Being the daughter of one of the most powerful Dukes in Veross City makes me easily recognizable. It is not like I want to run away from home, but what else am I supposed to do when my father wants me to marry Carlos de la Torre?

Carlos, who is another Duke, is not only twenty-five years older than me—making him around the same age as my father—but he has known me since I was a child. Each time he came to visit my parents, he would usually bring me toys and sweets until I turned sixteen, and he started bringing flowers. Soon after, gifts were sent to the mansion weekly. While I thought it was creepy and inappropriate, my father started thinking that me marrying Carlos would not be such a bad idea.

I stop at an intersection, and before crossing the street, I look behind me, hoping Carlos’ men didn’t find me. If they find me… I don’t even want to think what Carlos would do to me. I not only need to find a place to hide, but I need to get away from Veross City. Away from Carlos. Today.

Even now, six years after my father’s first talk about me getting married to Carlos, I still can’t believe he would do something like this to me. While the Dukes have tried to keep it a secret, everyone knows that Carlos is a sadist who loves to torture the women he sleeps with. His torture methods are so severe that he has killed over a hundred women in the last fifteen years. Or so the rumors say. Three of them were married to him at the time of their deaths. He is still free to do what he pleases because more than half the city’s police force and judges are controlled by the Dukes. The Lords control the other half.

About three months ago, my father invited Carlos over to dinner. Little did I know that night I would become his fiancée. When a ring was forced on my finger, I was too stunned to say anything. And then he tried to kiss me, and it took every ounce of my control not to slap him. After Carlos left, I asked my father, even begged him not to force me to marry a man I did not love, but my words were meaningless.

I don’t need anyone to tell me how my life would be if I were to become Carlos’ wife. It would be a miracle if I made it past our first wedding anniversary. And the idea of having to sleep with him makes me sick.

“It’s the way of the Dukes, Angel. Any daughter born to a Duke has to marry someone within our Order. Someone who was chosen by the future bride’s family. I have chosen Carlos to be your husband. You will marry him, give him children, and in return, you will have a life full of luxuries,” my father told me when I kept insisting on breaking the engagement.

Not that I didn’t protest. “I don’t love him!” I said, but it fell on deaf ears. “And you know what he did to all those poor women! How can you force me to marry him?”

My father laughed. “You think I loved your mother when I married her? My father told me who my wife would be, and I obeyed. And with time, I learned to love her very much. It will be the same for Carlos and you. And there is no proof that it was Carlos who killed them!”

Of course, there was no proof. The Dukes got rid of them because Carlos is not only very powerful but also a future Patriarch.

My father loved my mother very much, and even now, ten years after the tragic accident that took her life, he still mourns her. But Carlos is not like my father. Not only that he would never love me, but I have no doubt he would hurt me badly.

Ever since my engagement, Carlos has restricted my movements. I can go outside only if he allows it. If I want to take a stroll through the garden, I have to call him first. He even hired two bodyguards to watch every movement I make. Shopping used to be fun; now it is a nightmare.

“For your safety, Muñeca. You know that I am an important man. Many people would want to hurt you because you are my fiancée,” Carlos told me the day he hired the bodyguards.

Carlos might be powerful and have many connections, but I refuse to marry him. I have been planning my escape for many days now, and finally, today, I could put it into action.

With the reason that I have to buy things for the wedding, I could finally go to the mall. Once there, it hadn’t been very hard to trick Carlos’ men. I only had to fake that I was getting my period and that I had bad cramps. The bodyguards acted just like I knew they would—like the end of the world has arrived. So, I did as any woman on her period would do—go to the pharmacy to buy hygiene products before going to the bathroom. A small commotion in a nearby store was enough to distract the bodyguards for a moment and for me to disappear into the crowd. Finding an exit was not that hard, and before leaving the mall, I threw my phone and the ring in a trash bin. After taking some money out at an ATM, I chucked my credit card as well, scared that I can be located by having it in my possession.

That happened around an hour ago, and since then, I have been walking around town, thinking of a way to get out of the city. The money I have is not enough to get anywhere, not when Carlos is no doubt looking for me.

As I cross the street, I see something that piques my interest—Alanes Tech Company—the biggest tech company in the country.

I think I may have just found a solution to my problems.

After taking a deep breath and running my hands over my clothes to eliminate any creases they might have, I enter the firm’s lobby along with a group of employees.

A big fish tank was in the middle of it, and rare exotic species could be seen swimming inside. The reception is at the far end of the lobby. The two security officers spot me, and before they can ask me who I am and what I want, I make my way to reception. A woman with blond hair and long pink nails is behind the counter, her eyes glued to the screen of a computer.

“Hi.” The woman looks at me. Putting on my best smile, I say, “I would like to see Mr. Alekos Raptou.”

She narrows her eyes, looking at me from beneath long, fake eyelashes like she is trying to figure out who I am. “Do you have an appointment with Mr. Raptou?”

I should have known I needed an appointment. If I weren’t so desperate, I would not have entered the firm in the first place. But I have to see Alekos no matter what. “I don’t. But this is important.” I can’t believe how desperate I sound.

The woman gives me an apologetic look. “I am sorry. Without an appointment, you can’t see Mr. Alekos.”

How can I convince….ummm….

Her name tag lets me know her name is Cherry.

“Mr. Alekos and I went to the same high school. Tell him that Angelica Hernandez is looking for him.”

Cherry doesn’t look convinced. Not that I blame her. “You are not the first to say that. If I had a penny for every woman who claimed they know Mr. Raptou, I would be rich by now.”

That many, huh? Alekos is one of the richest men in the city. Not to mention he is single, powerful, and handsome. Women flock around him like bees to flowers.

When I say, “I don’t have anything to gain by lying to you,” Cherry snorts.

2. Reunion
Angel

“Look, I can’t call Mr. Alekos except for an emergency. He doesn’t like to be disturbed while he is working. Besides, I might get in trouble.”

Cherry might be frank with me, but if I don’t speak with Alekos…. A lump forms in my throat, and I swallow hard. “This is an emergency. Mr. Alekos is the only one who can help me!” My voice cracks, and my vision becomes blurry. I don’t usually cry in front of other people, but I might do it right now.

Cherry looks at me, and something flickers in her gaze—pity. “What did he do? Got you pregnant? If that is the case, it is best to talk to his lawyer.” She hands me a business card. Written in big, golden letters is the name of a law firm.

Staring at the card in my hands, I contemplate what will happen if I do say I am pregnant. Not that it was possible since Carlos never touched me, and the last time I saw Alekos was on his last day of high school—we didn’t speak that day since we were mad at each other. While I do have friends, I don’t dare to ask them to help me. But Alekos, if he is still the same as in high school, will be my ticket out of the city, or so I hope..

With tears still pooling in my eyes, I lie. “Yes. I am expecting his baby, and I am not going away until I speak with him.”

Cherry sighs dramatically before picking up the phone. “Mr. Alekos, a woman is looking for you. She says she is pregnant.”

“Who?” Alekos yells so loudly that even I can hear him.

Cherry winches. “She told me her name is Angelica Hernandez.”

“I don’t know any woman that goes by the name Angelica.” His cold, flat tone gives me the impression that he is not lying. The bastard forgot me. But I’ll be damned if I leave without talking to him.

“Whoever she is, get rid of her. Call security if you have to,” Alekos growls.

“Yes, Mr. Raptou.”

Cherry is about to put the phone on the receiver when I snatch it away from her. Before she can stop me or Alekos can end the phone call, I say, “You might not remember me, but I am sure you know who my father is—Luis Hernandez.”

Alekos is silent for a moment but then says something that makes me want to scream. “Ah, it is you. Put the receptionist back on.”

Cherry takes the phone from me, and after giving me a death glare, she says, “Mr. Raptou?”

“Send her to my office,” he barks.

This man has always had an attitude.

Cherry gives me a visitor card. “With this, you can go to the top floor, where the CEO and the directors’ offices are. Florence is Mr. Raptou’s secretary. She will direct you to his office.”

“Thank you for the help!” I say as I take the card from her and make my way to an elevator.

I open it with the help of the card and push the button for the top floor. My heart starts to hammer inside my chest. Alekos and me—our friendship has always been strange.

Alekos sounded angry. What if he refuses to help me? What will I do then? I don’t have anyone else to turn to. I will do anything to make Alekos help me. And it so happens that I have something Alekos wants.

The elevator stops, and I get out. It takes me a few seconds to locate Florance’s desk.

“I am here to see Mr. Alekos.” I show her the visitor card. “He is waiting for me.”

After confirming with Alekos, she shows me where his office is.

Before I enter, I knock once on the door.

Alekos Raptou is sitting behind an opulent mahogany desk, his cold grey eyes watching me, studying me. I close the door and wait for him to say something. The last time we spoke, we had a huge fight. I shift my weight from one leg to another, unsure if I should be the one to break the ice and say something first. He keeps looking at me with an expression on his face that I can’t quite decipher.

Once, he used to be my best friend. But I should have known it would not last, not when he was a Lord. Dukes and Lords are not friends, they are enemies. And here I am, in the den of one of my father’s enemies. Will Alekos save me or condemn me to a life of suffering?

During his college years—the wild years—his photos were published in many tabloids next to a scandalous article about his sex life. And I might have stalked him on the internet. Until I forced myself to stop. The last time I saw a photo of him was one year ago. He has always been handsome, but the man in front of me is… mouth-watering. And this is coming from a woman that had never been phased by men.

Minutes pass without either of us saying a word, and I am starting to think that I made a huge mistake by coming here when he finally speaks.

“Angel Hernandez,” he spits my name.

Does he still hate me? I mean, I know that our fight was huge, and we both said hurtful things, but I had hoped that he was over it. Not that he didn’t deserve the things I accused him off. He was a total jerk that day.

In a calm tone, I say, “Alekos, nice seeing you again.”

He stands. My heart almost leaps from my chest. “I can’t tell the same thing.”

When did he get so tall? And handsome?

He walks slowly, like he is giving me time to get away from the office before he gets to me. And I want to do just that because seeing him after so long only reminds me of how badly he broke my heart. Not that I ever let him know how much he hurt me.

If I were wiser, I would leave his office.

But I need him.

He finally reaches me, and he traps me between his hard body and the door, placing his hands on either side of my head. Heat radiates from him.

When I see the anger in his eyes, I gulp loudly. He is not the same Alekos I used to know. This Alekos is… cold. Ruthless. What have I gotten myself into?

3. Angel
“What is this bullshit that I got you pregnant?” Alekos snarls.

I want to explain, but he keeps barking at me. “Did you tell anyone about this besides the receptionist?”

I shake my head.

“Good. Because if rumors of me getting a Duke’s daughter pregnant appear in the press, I will kill you!”

I have no doubt he will.

“And now I have to look for a new receptionist.”

I blink. “But why?”

“Because she saw your face. I don’t want to start a war with the Dukes.”

I groan. I should have thought about that.

“Look, I am not here to cause you any trouble.” Alekos doesn’t look convinced. “I only said that because it was the only way to make the receptionist tell you I was looking for you. And please don’t fire her.”

He relaxes but still keeps me caged with his body. “What do you want?” His tone is cold and harsh.

I lower my gaze. Even if he is wearing a shirt, I can see the contour of his well defined muscles. Has he been hitting the gym? “I need your help.”

I wait for him to say something, but he is quiet. Then my gaze finds his, and he laughs. “You are asking for my help? I never thought I would live to see the day.”

I might have told him during our big fight that he is a narcissist that only thinks of himself and that I will never need anything from him.

“What makes you think I want to help you?” he sneers.

Why indeed?

But based on what I have read about him on the internet and the photos I have seen of him and of many women, I know what Alekos loves—sex. All Lords do.

The things I have to do to get out of the city. To get away from Carlos.

I straighten my back, and in a steady voice, I say, “Because I still have the one thing you wanted from me, and I never gave it to you.”

He narrows his eyes. “What thing?”

Is he serious?

I have never been a shy person, but saying it out loud makes me embarrassed.

Alekos is waiting, and I can tell he is one second away from throwing me out of the office.

“My virginity,” I mutter.

I was a freshman in high school when I met Alekos. He was a junior and one of the popular guys, while I was the shy nerd. But somehow, we clicked together. There had never been anything romantic between us. Not because we didn’t like each other in that way, but because the Lords and the Dukes don’t mingle together. And while the high school was a mixed one, and we could have dated each other in secret, I said no to him when he asked me out. I was afraid of what my father would do if he ever found out about Alekos. He barely let me attend that high school anyways. He only agreed because Salma, my ex best friend, also went to the same high school.

When I was in my sophomore year, Alekos told me he was in love with me and that not being with me was torture. I wanted to say yes, I wanted to be his girlfriend and be free to love him, but once again, I said no to him.

Alekos and I were supposed to be enemies, not love each other.

And by then, Carlos had already started to pay more attention to me, and I was scared something would happen to Alekos if anyone found out. So, I buried my feelings for him deep inside my heart.

Soon after my second rejection, Alekos stopped talking to me. It hurt. It hurt so much that I cried for weeks. Then he betrayed me in the worst way possible.

He lowers his eyes to my chest—his gaze unimpressed.

I am one of those girls that don’t have big boobs. It always made me self-conscious, especially in high school, when boys had eyes only for girls with great bodies. Alekos liked them too.

“You know, Angel, you are still the same bitch I met in high school. What makes you think I am interested in fucking you when I can have any woman I want?”

I should have guessed he is attracted only to women that actually have tits and an ass to grab onto. But I am not ready to give up. Not yet, at least. “Because I remember a time when you would have done anything to get me undressed.”

His eyes keep roaming my body, inspecting me like I am up for sale, making me feel like I am not good enough for him. The women that usually appear with him in the photos are blond, tall, and beautiful. I am nothing like that. But he could at least try to hide his disgust a little more.

Fucking Alekos! I should have known better than to ask the help of a Lord.

“Sorry to break it to you, Angel, but I am not interested in fucking you. Nor helping you.” He turns his back to me and heads over to his desk. “Close the door behind you.”

My shoulders drop. I had one chance, and I blew it. A lump forms in my throat. “I see.” I grip the strap of my purse hard. My nails dig into my palm. “I had hoped that you would help me. But I see now I was wrong.” I turn on my heels, my fingers wrapping around the doorknob. Before I turn it to the right, I let out a cry of defeat. “I hope Carlos de la Torre won’t torture me before killing me. Pain is not my thing.”

Alekos lets out a loud growl, startling me. In the blink of an eye, he is upon me, his chest glued to my back, his hand gripping my wrist, preventing me from leaving.

“What. Did. You. Say?” he clips in my ear.

I almost forgot about Carlos killing Nikolas Raptou, Alekos’ father, about a year ago. Carlos claimed it was an accident, but the Lords did not buy it. Dead from one side and the other did not take long to appear in the city after Nikolas’ death. Alekos might claim he doesn’t want to start another war between the Dukes and the Lords, but it had been Carlos that did that ten months ago.

“None of your business. You said you are not interested in helping me.” When he doesn’t let go of me, I say, “I wish to leave.”

He spins me around, his hands grabbing my shoulders hard. My purse falls next to me. “What the fuck did you say about Carlos de la Torre?”

Why does he act like he suddenly cares?

His hate for Carlos is so palpable that it feels as though the temperature has dropped inside the office. For a moment, his eyes flash red. Probably some trick of the light or my imagination playing tricks on me.

“Tell me. Now!” he orders me when I fall silent.

I sigh. “My father has arranged a marriage between Carlos and me. But I can’t, I won’t marry him. You know what he does to women.”

Shock registers on his face, but he schools his features a second later. “So, you came to me and hoped that by letting me fuck you, I would protect you from that sadist.” He sounds disgusted. Maybe I should have thought this through better.
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