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MARRIED WRONG, SOLD TO WEALTH
0·November I gave up everything for Festy—my job, my friends, my life. I thought that's what love meant. Then he lost his job and sent me to work for a billionaire. One night, good money, he said. I thought he finally believed in me. I was wrong. Armstrong Goldwyn opened the door, and within seconds I understood: my husband hadn't found me work. He'd sold me. $4,000 for one night. When I called Festy, sobbing and desperate, he said: "Just do it. It's not a big deal." I tried to protest, to remind him of our vows. His reply? "You belong to me. I can do whatever I want with my property." But Armstrong Goldwyn didn't see me as property. And that terrified me more than anything. Now I'm caught between the husband who thinks he owns me and the billionaire who says I'm free to choose. The only problem? I've forgotten how to choose myself.
The Billionaire’s Surrogate’s Secret
29.0K·November He blinked at me blankly, before he smirked. “You are so fucking drunk. It would have been fucking easy for any man here to fuck you senseless.” Hearing him talk dirty sent my mind into a spiral, and a powerful lust hit me out of nowhere. I stared at him with a growing blush, while he stared me down with those penetrating hazel eyes. He looked so damn good. He had to be fucking rich if he could risk wearing an expensive Rolex wristwatch to the club. He grabbed his alcohol and chugged it down. Watching him drink made me moist between my legs, and it was not helping that I was sitting on his thighs. Staring at his glistening wet mouth, I said. “I want another drink.” “You are drunk enough.” He pinned me down with a stare. “So are you.” I retorted drunkenly. “I can handle myself. You obviously can’t.” He pointed out ruthlessly. Then his eyes raked down my body in a plain dress and my messy hair. “You don’t look dressed for the club. What the fuck is your deal? Looks like you ran away from home, or something.” My drunk mind automatically interpreted that as him calling me ugly, so of course, with a lot of liquid courage, I over reacted. “That’s none of your fucking business.” I said in his face. “Besides, you are the one who can’t handle himself. That boner feels like you are dying to fuck someone.” I smirked, shifting my ass slightly so it pressed against the rock hard bulge I had been feeling ever since I sat on him. His eyes darkened when my ass rubbed his erection, and I smirked at him, sliding off his thighs without falling off, thankfully. I grabbed my bag and made to stagger away, but he spoke up. “Run as fast as you can. Because when I catch you, you’ll be that someone I fuck.”
Twice Rejected
11.0K·November Twice rejected by the men she trusted most, Koko has resigned herself to life as an outcast — until fate pairs her with Alpha Niyol, a grieving widower with secrets of his own. What starts as obligation slowly morphs into healing… and love. But can two broken wolves really find peace together?