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I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
409.0K·prefer_not_to_sayIn the aftermath of a wild company dinner, she—intoxicated and misguided—found herself in her boss's room... Whispers of his cold indifference to romance and his ruthless decisiveness were legendary, painting a grim fate for any woman who dared entangle with him. ... In one month: the sight of a positive pregnancy test sends her mind racing to one thought—she must run, now or never! As she makes a break for freedom, he's hot on her heels, turning her flight into a captivating chase where her wings are no match for his resolve!
The Defection of the She-Wolf
46.0K·patI'm getting married, but the person I've been in love with for eight years won't know about it. Because - he has already found the Luna he chose. And when I erased all my memories and was expelled from the group by him, he knelt down before me in tears.
Virginity in second marriages
211.0K·AngelaInstead of her sister, she married a powerful and dominant man who suffered from leg problems. Cristian Ferrari said, "I will never want a woman pregnant with another man's son." Serena Gallo thought it was a commercial wedding, but she lost her heart falling in love with him, and eventually left sad and disappointed. Years later, the boy exactly the same as him gave him a blow to the head: "Idiot Dad, by whom do you mean another man's son?"
No Roses Left to Burn
28.0K·-Seven years of marriage, and I had never once sat at a Marchetti family table. Not on Christmas Eve. Not on Thanksgiving. Not on New Year's. Every holiday, Luca left before sundown and came home the next morning with cigar smoke in his collar and wine on his breath — traces of a world I was never allowed to enter. He always said it was tradition. Old blood. Sicilian rules passed down through generations: no outsiders at the family table. No exceptions. Not even for a wife who took the Marchetti name. I believed him. Every single time. Until the night before New Year's Eve, when he asked me to check the tire pressure on his Maserati, and I found three photographs wedged behind the owner's manual in the glovebox. All three were taken in the Marchetti private dining hall — I recognized it from a picture his mother had shown me once. Vaulted stone ceilings, a mahogany table long enough to seat forty, and the family crest carved into the mantle above the fireplace. In every photo, the same woman stood beside my husband. Her arm through his. Her hip pressed to his side. His hand on the small of her back with the kind of ease that doesn't come from politeness. It comes from habit. I sat in the driver's seat until the steering wheel turned cold beneath my fingers. There was no tradition. There was no rule. The place beside Luca had simply been taken — by someone who wasn't me. And he'd lied about it for seven years.
Revenge: The Gun Barrel of the Donna
21.0K·patFor seven years of marriage, I watched Caleb Fickett claw his way from a dock enforcer to the lofty seat of the Mafia’s designated heir. I thought our love could outlast life and death—until the night my mother died because he cut off her medical resources, and I cried until there was nothing left. So when he once again forced a divorce on me for a Hollywood starlet, I smiled as I signed, and left for France. He thought getting rid of me would be as easy as tossing out an old suit. He was wrong. What he didn’t know was that the “gift” I left behind was enough to set his entire empire on fire.
Bound by Blood, Broken by Silence
10.0K·-I spent five years as Dominic Russo's most trusted enforcer, and five more warming his bed in a penthouse no one knew I had the key to. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a photo — her nails raking down the same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: "Some things never change ?" That's when I understood. Every filthy thing he did to me in the dark, she taught him first. So I photographed the contract I'd been hiding for three months — the one that signed over the entire West Coast pipeline to me — and sent it back. "Enjoy him. I just took half his empire." Then I packed one bag and drove to the airport. Seattle was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
The Dying Bride
8.0K·HaleyElara Voss, a vampire and true Death’s attendant fated to return to the Underworld at 18, is overlooked by her clan—who believe her frail twin Celeste is the cursed one. Her centuries-old betrothal to Lucien Ashbourne is broken so he can wed Celeste, and Elara endures cruel penances to “bless” her sister. Dismissed when she warns of her own impending fate, Elara suffers betrayal from Lucien and her family until the Crimson Eclipse. As she succumbs and returns to the Underworld, Lucien realizes his mistake too late. In death, Elara embraces her role as Death’s attendant, while her family and Lucien face eternal punishment for their betrayal, and Elara finds freedom in her true destiny.
The Mafia's Wife: Four Years Hidden, One Day's Escape
8.0K·-I tricked my mafia husband into signing our divorce papers—right in front of his mistress. For eight years, I was the Maynard family's ghost. Decoding enemy intel. Forging untraceable documents. Keeping their heir alive from the shadows. Then one bloody night turned me into Orion Maynard's wife. He called it a "strategic alliance." I was naive enough to call it destiny. Destiny, it turns out, has a cruel sense of humor. For four years, I warmed his bed, bled for his empire, and waited for a man who once pinned me against walls whispering, "You're mine, tesoro." Then Sabrina Rossi waltzed back from Paris—and I stopped existing. The night he held me close, drunk and desperate, he moaned her name against my lips. I finally understood: I was never his wife. Just a placeholder. So I did what shadows do best. I vanished on my own terms. First, I let sunflowers swallow the crescent moon on my collarbone—a foolish tribute to his promise that I was his eternal light. Then I tucked divorce papers between routine forms and handed him a pen. He scrawled his name without a second glance. Orion Maynard can keep his throne and his precious Sabrina. But when the most dangerous man in New York realizes his ghost is gone for good, he'll learn something new:Some women don't come back.
The Don Faked His Death for His Mistress. I Disappeared for Myself
7.0K·-Dante Moretti died on the way to marry me. At least, that's what they told me. His convoy hit a car bomb crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. By the time the fire trucks arrived, the vehicle was ash. The body inside was unrecognizable. They cremated him before I could see his face. Buried an urn I never opened. I was six weeks pregnant. I became a widow before I ever became a wife. For months, I believed every word of it. The grief. The loss. The careful kindness of the Moretti family closing around me like a fist. Then I heard his voice through a closed door — alive, unhurt, unhurried — explaining to his mother why leaving me at the altar had been the right call. He'd faked his death to spend six months with his mistress. He thought I would wait. Grieve. Stay quiet. Keep his child and his secret until he was ready to come home. He forgot what kind of woman he'd spent six years building. I made one call to my brother. I walked out the front door. And I gave Dante Moretti exactly what he'd given me: A body they'd never find.
The Alpha wants to drain all my blood to save his mistress
9.0K·Z·NyraMy Alpha husband came home with his pregnant mistress. “She’s afraid of the dark,” he said calmly. “You’ll sleep in the guest room tonight.” I smiled and clasped the family’s bracelet around her wrist—one second later, light burst and her scream tore through the air. He rushed to protect her, roaring for me to kneel and apologize. I picked up the suitcase I had packed long ago and walked out of that fortress with my head held high. No one knew—the black Maybach waiting outside wasn’t there to send me away, but to welcome my rebirth.
A Mafia Wife Does Not Forgive
8.0K·Z·NyraI never imagined my husband would let another woman touch the oath scar that only a wife is allowed to reach. When she leaned into him at the family dinner and bragged about “their secret night,” he actually smiled—and defended her. That was the moment I realized my marriage hadn’t broken; they had cut me out long ago. But they forgot one thing: in our world, a humiliated wife never walks away quietly. Vows can be betrayed, but someone always pays the price. And I will make sure he learns that betraying a mafia wife is the same as lighting the fuse to his own downfall.
My Dad’s Bestfriend
57.0K·Liz Barnet 18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "W-what are you doing?" I asked, my breathing getting heavier as his warm fingers inched towards my bikini bottom. "You called me a coward earlier, remember?" He asked, his other hand wrapped around my throat and lips torturingly brushing over mine "So let's see how much you can handle if I break the boundaries." "I haven't said anything wrong," I breathed out, the collision of the heat of our bodies made the wetness between my thighs build more "Oh really?" He hooked my legs around his waist leaving me surprised I opened my mouth to say something but before any sentence could leave my mouth, sliding past my bikini bottom his fingers were there on my bare clit and the next second they thrust inside the very tight hole of mine leaving me to scream. But everything went silent as he pressed his hot lips upon mine just as I had been wanting since the first day I had ever seen him. **** I always knew the things I felt for Jacob Adriano were wrong in so many ways. He was my dad's best friend, totally out of bounds but I couldn't stop wanting him. And once in the event of my dad's destination wedding, I came across him after years...I lost every one of the boundaries I had and surely I planned to make him lose his ones too. After all Jacob Adriano, the sinfully attractive Italian was not unaware of my obsession with him. But little did know that forbidden relationships always bring havoc and demolition.....
The Billionaire's Regret
54.0K·Vivi Jeremiah Harriett Edwards has been in love with Damien Daniels since childhood so, when their parents arrange for them to be married, she gladly accepts even though she knew that it wasn’t what Damien wanted. For the three years of their marriage, she devoted her life to him with the hope that she would be able to change his mind and eventually get him to fall in love with her. It all comes crashing down when someone fabricates a picture of her cheating with Damien’s brother, Adrian. After seeing the pictures, he coldly said. “I want a divorce!” And even when she confessed her love to him, his reply was cold and hurtful. “I know. It doesn’t matter. I don’t love you.” What he didn’t know was that in her hand was pregnancy test results from a mistake he made due to his drunken state. Years later, they both meet at a friend’s wedding and he is shocked to see her with a set of identical twins that looked just like him. “Are they mine?” He asked. Harriett laughed and replied. “It doesn’t matter, Damien. They don’t need a father.”
Phoenix Rising: A Mate’s Revenge
18.0K·EleanorOn the day Aria was supposed to mate bond with the Alpha who vowed to love her forever, she sent a corpse in her place. After awakening her sensory abilities, Aria discovered her mate Kane's year-long affair with his beta—and the cruel truths spoken behind her back. Heartbroken but calculating, she faked her death, vanished abroad, and left behind a coffin, a final message, and the ruins of a carefully crafted lie. While Alpha Kane breaks down in front of a nation-wide live broadcast, Aria is reborn as Phoenix Ambrose, heiress to a powerful British werewolf family—and she's done being the "useless wolf." This is not a story of forgiveness. It's a story of betrayal, retribution, and a woman who chose to bury her past… and watch the man who broke her shatter in return.
His Rejected Luna
25.0K·emma_213When we are young we are taught that mates are supposed to take care of you, love you, support you, be there for you when you need them and so much more. I thought when I found my mate I thought that he would want me as his. But everything I learned about mates was thrown out the window when I met mine. ----- "Your not fit to my future Luna," he snarled at me. I flinch back against the wall trying not to let the tears fall. "I Terry Moore reject you, Sophia Moretti, as my mate and future Luna," he says each word piercing my heart.
Claimed By My Brother's Best Friend
34.0K·Oguike QueenethAll her life, Brianna Fletcher had been running from dangerous men. But when she got an opportunity to stay with his elder brother after graduation, there she met the most dangerous of them all. Her brother's best friend, a mafia Don. He radiated danger but she couldn't stay away. He knows his best friend's little sister is off limits and yet, he couldn't stop thinking of her. Will they be able to break all rules and find closure in each other's arms? ****************************** "Your pussy is dripping for me, begging for me to use it." His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. He nipped my skin and pulled me up to sink me down his length. “You are going to take every inch of me.” He whispered as he thrusted up. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Is this what you wanted, my dick inside you?” He asked, knowing I have been fantasizing about him since the beginning. “Y..yes,” I moaned.
In the Seas You’ve Forgotten
16.0K·Z·NyraA month before my wedding with Vincent Moretti, he decided he wanted to have a child with another woman. I refused, but he brought it up incessantly every day. Two weeks before the wedding, I received an ultrasound image in the mail. That was when I found out—his first love, Serafina, was already a month pregnant. It turned out, he had never considered asking for my permission. In that moment, years of love shattered like thin ice on a river under the weight of a single step. I canceled the wedding, destroyed everything that tied us together, and on the day we were supposed to be married, I walked into the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency’s laboratory. From that day on, Vincent Moretti ceased to exist in my life.
HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
29.0K·VivienneTrigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** “Take off your dress, Meadow.” “Why?” “Because your ex is watching,” he said, leaning back into his seat. “And I want him to see what he lost.” ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger’s offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition—he can’t feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience… revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn’t share what’s his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.
The Baby Was Hers. The Betrayal Was His.
7.0K·Z·NyraMy husband's best friend's widow posted a pregnancy test result. "Thank you for your sperm, giving me my own baby." I saw my husband Ethan's name listed as the father. I commented with a single question mark. Ethan called me immediately, screaming down the phone. "She's a widow! She's lonely! All she wants is a child to bring some joy into her life. How can you be so heartless?" "Besides," he yelled, "Nathan was my best friend! He died! Taking care of his wife is the right thing to do—that's loyalty! Don't you understand!" Not long after, the widow posted again. This time, pictures of a luxurious apartment. "So grateful to have you by my side, making me feel the warmth of home again." In the photo, Ethan's familiar back moved in her kitchen. Looking at that photo, I knew. It was time for this marriage to end.
His Real Wife Was His Sister
3.0K·MoralesIn her sixth year married to a mafia husband, Elena Russo found out the marriage certificate in her hand was fake. And Dante Caruso’s legal spouse… was someone else. The private hospital hallway was cold as a blade. The ER lights kept flashing. A nurse stared at the screen, re-checking again and again. The error message popped up like it was laughing at her. The nurse’s patience snapped, her voice turning sharp. “Ms. Russo, the patient has critical injuries. He could die at any moment. Stop wasting time with fake documents.” “Either fix your information, or call his real next of kin to sign. Now.” Elena froze. Her ears rang. “Fake…? How is that possible? We’ve been married six years. Is your system messed up?” The nurse’s expression got even worse. She spun the computer toward Elena. On the record page, under Elena’s marital status, it clearly said: Single. The nurse stabbed the screen with her finger. “This syncs with the city registry. It doesn’t ‘mess up.’” Then she clicked another line, speaking faster and colder. “And we also found this: Mr. Caruso registered a marriage three years ago. Spouse name: Bianca Caruso.” “Call her, or call another relative. Don’t drag this out.” It felt like someone swung a hammer into Elena’s skull. Her grip crushed the marriage certificate. Her knuckles went white. In the photo, the two of them were pressed close—so close it burned her eyes. Back then, when Dante handled the paperwork, he’d said his family background was “complicated.” The process was “special.” A “legal back channel.” She didn’t even have to show up. He said he’d take care of everything. And he did. Their “marriage” was something only their families and a few of his people knew about. She’d even defended it—thinking it was just how the underground worked. Quiet. Hidden. No spotlight. Turns out, from that moment on, the trap was already around her. But Bianca? His “sister.”
