Marriage & Family

Revenge With My Brother’s Best Friend

35·Hermajesty Writes

“Say my name, baby. Tell me who this pus sy belongs to.” “Damian…” she moaned softly as I curled my fingers, hitting her just right. “Louder.” “DAMIAN!” Inside the bathroom, Henry let out a wrecked sob, as if her screaming my name had just carved his heart out all over again. Perfect. I pulled my fingers out, brought them to my mouth, and licked them clean while she watched over her shoulder, her eyes glazed. Then I dropped to my knees like a man ready to worship his god. Because yes, I would worship this pus sy like it was my god. **** After sacrificing her legs and her freedom to save a stranger, Cindy Hart becomes the crippled wife of a man who only loved her out of guilt. When he brings his ex into their home and throws Cindy aside, she decides she is done being the victim. With her billionaire identity hidden and her brother’s dangerously hot best friend pretending to be her lover, Cindy begins her revenge. But when the lines between fake and real blur with the playboy she once rejected, Cindy finds herself fighting not just for power but for a love she never saw coming.

Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex

2.0K·Page Slayer

Convinced that Rosa had drugged him to crawl into his bed, Italian Don Luciano Mancini took her supposed betrayal as a blow to his pride. He served her divorce papers without hearing a single explanation—and exiled her not only from his home, but from the country itself. Years later, Rosa returned with a secret. Their son was dying. Diagnosed with high-risk acute lymphoblastic leukemia, the boy needed a stem-cell transplant from a biological sibling to survive. And to make that possible, Rosa had to conceive again—with the one man who despised her. Her ex-husband. Luciano Mancini. But Rosa refused to reveal the real reason for her return. Getting pregnant by a devil was never going to be easy—especially when that devil hated her. She hadn’t stolen his seed before… but this time, she was ready to commit the sin if it meant saving her child. Seeing his ex-wife again—no longer innocent, no longer obedient—awakened something Luciano had never felt for any woman. He wanted her and… he wanted to own her this time. But Rosa was already slipping beyond his grasp. Because Dr. DeLuca, the man treating her son, was in love with her. He was willing to be with her in any condition—even if she carried her ex-husband’s child once more. When life finally offered Rosa safety, love, and a future free from cruelty… why would she ever return to the Italian Don? Except Luciano Mancini isn’t going to let her go. No one takes what belongs to him. ⚠️ DARK ROMANCE CONTENT WARNING This is a very dark mafia romance intended for mature readers (18+). It contains a morally gray anti-hero, obsession, possessiveness, emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, and disturbing adult scenes. If you crave danger, obsession, and morally complicated passion, this dark romance will grip you—but reader discretion is strongly advised.

The Bride He Rejected Twice

98·Gloria Steven

I swore I'd never crawl back the night my Alpha turned me down. He kept me a secret because I was a "fat nobody," until I saw him kiss my best friend under the full moon. He told me I wasn't good enough to be his Luna. He told me I'd hurt his reputation. After three years, I go back to Los Angeles with a kid he doesn't know about and a new name for the baby. Thanks to a DNA story that showed I was switched at birth, I'm no longer the mean Omega that everyone made fun of. I'm now the heiress of the Moonstone Corporation. No matter how much power I have, wear, or how red my hair is, he doesn't know me. He will, though. He needs me now. His company is failing. The throne of his pack is in danger. And I’m the only one who can save it for a price. The contract marriage he offers? I’ll sign it just to watch him burn with the same hunger he once denied me. But every time he touches me, every time his eyes darken with that old possessiveness, I feel the tie we both tried to break. And when he finds out the truth that the little boy calling me “Mommy” has his golden eyes it’ll be too late. Because the rejected Luna doesn’t want payback anymore. She wants power. And maybe… she still wants him. He was my first loss. I’ll be his last chance.

PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE

2·Dirty Diana

He was supposed to be a stranger. A bruised, scarred, filthy-mouthed stranger who pinned me against a bathroom wall and made me forget the boy who broke my heart 20 minutes earlier. I walked away first without his name or number, and I didn't look back. Then I found out my mom was engaged. To his dad. Rhys Maddox. Number seventeen. 6'3" of tattoos, bruised knuckles, and the kind of jaw that makes good girls do stupid things. The most dangerous player to ever step on our ice. My one-night stand. My new stepbrother. He doesn't follow rules - he breaks them. On the ice. In my bed. Against every surface in our parents' house while they eat twenty feet away. He calls me "sis" just to watch me squirm. He watches me like he already owns me. And the worst part? He does. Publicly, we're fake dating - a deal to keep my ex-bestfriend away. Privately, we're a stepbrother and stepsister who can't keep our clothes on the second we're alone. It's our biggest secret. Now the boy who I once considered my best friend suddenly wants me back. And the stepbrother who wasn't supposed to mean anything won't let me go. One wants to protect me. One wants to destroy me. And I can't tell which is which anymore. --- For readers 18+ who like their men possessive, their romances FORBIDDEN, and their chapters dripping with filthy, unapologetic spice.

Mafia's Forbidden Desires

2.0K·Sunshine

Valerie Thorne: Raven Blackwood was the man I liked since I was a child, made my heart race before I even knew what love meant. But childhood ends. Innocence fades. And Raven… Well. Raven became my worst nightmare. Even the devil would sit back and take notes from him, when it came to torture, harm, use, and kill. His grey eyes, hypnotic, dangerous, and unforgettable, would make anyone fall in love with, but same grey eyes would make anyone feel death. And every time they met mine, I couldn’t tell if he looked at me with the love with the depth of oceans for me, or was I another game he was playing, another pawn he planned to destroy? Raven Blackwood: Valerie Thorne. The girl who once was gentle, the sweetest ever I known. And now looked at me like I burned the sky. She was the light, too soft for the world I lived in, too good for the blood on my hands. But I never claimed to be anyone good. I never promised her good things. I only ever promised her one thing. That she was mine. Her fear didn’t surprise me. Her hate? Maybe. But it’s the way she still looked at me, like she wants to run and stay all at once. Because no matter how many sins I had, and will carry. No matter how deep I’ve dragged her into my hell. She’s the only piece of heaven I ever wanted to keep.

The Gold Bars My Husband Gave His Mistress Were My Dowry from My Father

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I was having afternoon tea when I stumbled upon a video. 【My billionaire boyfriend gave me a beachfront villa, plus custom gold bars engraved with my initials!】 【He says it’s just pocket change from his family. Is this man marriage material?】 The video went viral. Comments flooded in, all envying her luck. I thought it was just another flexing influencer—until I zoomed in on the engraving and froze. That was my daughter Lia’s initials. The villa’s deed number matched the one in my personal trust file. How did my prenup assets turn into her boyfriend’s love tokens? ……

In First Class, My Husband’s Lover Flaunted Her Wedding Ring at Me

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To surprise my husband who was "working overtime," I bought a last-minute plane ticket. Because of the short notice, only first class was available. I stared at the payment screen on my phone and maxed out my credit card with a grimace. But after I sat down, I couldn't even figure out how to work the power seat adjustment buttons. A scoff came from the seat next to me. I turned my head. It was a girl in her early twenties, looking at me like I was something dirty. "First time in first class?" Her voice was sickeningly sweet, not bothering to hide the contempt underneath. My face felt hot. "Sorry." I forced a smile. "You seem... very comfortable in this kind of setting." She swirled the champagne glass in her hand. "My boyfriend's an investor. He says if I suffer even the slightest inconvenience when I travel, it breaks his heart. If this flight had private jet service, he'd never make me squeeze onto commercial." My heart skipped a beat for no reason. "An investor? That's... impressive." "It's alright." She leaned in closer, her expensive perfume washing over me. "Actually, I'm an intern at his company. Clumsy, always screwing things up. Every time he scolds me, I can't help but cry... and then one thing leads to another on his office couch. You know how it is." My stomach suddenly churned. "What a coincidence." My voice sounded dry even to my own ears. "My husband's company has an intern too. Always making mistakes." "You're married?" Savannah raised an eyebrow, looking me up and down like she was appraising a piece of last season's clearance merchandise. "My boyfriend has a wife too. About your age." I clutched the blanket on my lap. "He says that woman is boring as hell, dresses like a fifty-year-old librarian, doesn't even excite him to touch her." Savannah took a sip of her drink, all smiles. "Not like me—I just flip my hair and he can't handle it. I told him I wanted to spend Christmas with him. You know what he did? Turned around and told his wife he had to stay in San Francisco for overtime work on financing. So busy, apparently." My head started buzzing. Liam's face, that photo he sent of himself eating takeout at a shabby desk, with the caption "Fighting for our future"... Wasn't he running a startup? Since when was he a programmer turned investor?

A Donna's Quiet War

0·pat

Everyone thought Elvira was Luca Cosio’s most beautiful, most obedient trophy—a canary kept alive on his whim. They didn’t know I’d already learned to watch in the dark, to calculate in silence. When he trampled our child and my dignity for a strip dancer, I left quietly—and took with me the key that could pry loose the very bedrock of his empire. When he found me again, eyes bloodshot, begging me to come back— I only swirled the red wine in my glass and smiled at the real gentleman beside me. “Darling,” I said, “I think this gentleman has mistaken me for someone else.”

The Night the Godfather Locked Down the City for His Mistress, My Child Vanished

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I was the East Coast Godfather’s wife—yet on the eve of our third anniversary, I was tied to a chair and livestreamed begging for my life. While a gun was pressed to my forehead, he was shutting down city streets to celebrate another woman’s birthday with fireworks. I miscarried in an ambulance because the main artery had been sealed—by his order. “Don’t be emotional,” he said, claiming the loss of our child was my weak body, not his decision. Only after I signed the divorce and disappeared from his world did he finally realize he had driven away the only woman who ever stood beside him—and for the first time in his life, the Godfather lost control and lost his mind with regret.

On the Day I Buried My Parents, My Husband Celebrated His Mistress’s Birthday

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On the day my parents were buried, my husband was celebrating his mistress’s birthday. He said he couldn’t attend the funeral because he had to replace his lost ID—then held up the new card in a restaurant and called it “the best gift.” While I stood in the cemetery crying until my voice broke, he used our joint account to buy her cake and book a hotel, turning my grief into her celebration. When I showed him the photos, he said I was unstable and that it was all just a coincidence. Only after I truly left and his life began to collapse did he finally understand—the thing he missed that day wasn’t just a funeral, but the last chance in his life to be forgiven. ……

My Husband’s Obsessive Cleanliness Made Me Disinfect Myself Ten Times Before Getting in the Car

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The Silver Moon Warrior Luna End the fake Alpha

0·pat

I thought the “Silver Moon Warrior” insignia was the future I would share with my Alpha. Until I found a hidden compartment in his study—and inside it, a diary. In it, he called me “disgusting,” writing that I was nothing more than a shield meant to take the blade for Alyssa. So it wasn’t an accident that my power weakened again and again, that I nearly died on the battlefield time after time, and that I was met only with the pack’s contempt. I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I only told my brother the code words: “Shadow Plan—activate immediately.” They wanted an obedient human shield? Fine. Tonight, I’ll step off the cliff. And my “death” will become the sharpest blade yet—one that cuts straight through the glorious lie they built.

After 99 Slaps, the Don's Wife Disappeared

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Luca's consigliere delivered a briefcase to the hospital while my mother was bleeding in her brain. Three hundred thousand — that's what my husband promised. Every bill was counterfeit. I called Luca. Serena answered. Her voice was sweet, almost pitying. "Mrs. Marchetti, I counted that money myself. Are you sure you didn't mix something up? The Don is resting. Please don't disturb him." By the time I begged and borrowed enough to cover the surgery, the window had closed. They saved my mother's life. But the delay took everything else. Full paralysis. Neck down. While I sat in the ICU for three days feeding her through a tube, Luca took Serena to dinner. Then a yacht. Then a weekend upstate. She posted every moment like a woman marking territory. He chose her. Every single time — he chose her. So I sold his shares, sent him divorce papers inside a briefcase full of the same counterfeit bills, and disappeared with my mother on a medical flight to Zurich. The Don who never once answered my calls? He called ninety-seven times that night.

Married Her—But Used Me

0·pat

I thought Dante was a beam of light cutting through my dark life—until I overheard him plotting to spend three years pushing me out of the house. I left, heartbroken, and then I met Noah—a man who carries my late husband Adrian’s heart. When Dante’s violence comes for me again, I swear to the steady thud beneath Noah’s ribs: this time, I won’t run. I’ll write a new ending for my life.

A Donna’s Gambit in Black

1·pat

My seventh wedding anniversary gift was a divorce agreement. My husband and his mistress joined forces to smear me on camera, branding me as “a madwoman trying to control him with her family,” all to make room for his new bride and their unborn child. He thought that once he cast me out of the family, he could inherit everything my father left behind. But he forgot: my father’s most valuable legacy was never the businesses everyone could see. So the moment I was expelled from the company, I made the call. “Clean-up. Begin.” Half an hour later, his empire began to collapse—fast and without mercy.

CRIMSON VOWS: Donna’s Perfect Escape

0·pat

When my husband finally said “I’m sorry,” it was too late. On my birthday, he chose to get tangled up in a car with his old flame—their so-called Red Rose. The day I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, he snapped, “Don’t use these tricks to distract from what matters.” At a family banquet, our son announced in front of everyone that he’d drawn a picture of his father and the mistress—and that he wished she were his mom. And when I finally broke my silence and walked out of their lives for good— He showed up with that worn-out ring and begged me to come back. I said only this: “If I could turn back time, I would have left you at the very beginning.”

After He Left Me for a “Billionaire”, The Sterling Heiress Came Back

0·pat

Seven years ago, I gave up the Sterling name for love and became an “ordinary” accountant's wife. Seven years later, my husband used me as a stepping stone and discarded me without mercy, making room for the mistress carrying the “Sterling family” bloodline. He ordered his bodyguards to drag me into the operating room—and when he pressed my hand to sign the divorce papers while I lay unconscious, he thought I had lost everything. Not until I appeared at his engagement banquet with his mistress, my arm linked through my grandfather's—the true godfather of the underworld—did he finally understand. Watching his face drain of color, I spoke the truth softly: “The Sterling princess you 're trying clinging to… is me.”

The Night I Got Pregnant, My Husband Asked Me to Post Bail for His Mistress

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I was his girlfriend of three years, about to tell him I was pregnant—until I got a call from the precinct to bail him out… along with his “little sister.” A fresh hickey on his neck, my cashmere coat wrapped around her shoulders, she sniffled on the plastic bench. After signing the papers, he tried to take my car and demanded I give up the passenger seat for his “traumatized” girl. He yanked me out of the driver’s seat. I hit the cold, wet asphalt. Their taillights vanished into the rain. I picked my keys out of the mud and called the brother I never asked for help. Time he learned some debts can’t be paid.

Bound by Duty, Broken by Love

335·The.silentrose

Princess Alina Everhart has been raised to believe in duty above all else. As the only heir to the Everhart kingdom, she has spent her entire life preparing to marry the powerful and enigmatic King Darius of Ravka, a man twice her age, to unite their lands and end decades of war. But on her journey to the Ravkan capital, everything changes when she meets her royal guard, Cassian Vale. Cassian is everything King Darius is not-fierce but kind, protective yet wild. He treats Alina as more than just a pawn in a political game, and against all reason, she finds herself drawn to him. As they travel through dangerous lands filled with rebel ambushes and magical threats, Alina and Cassian grow closer, bound by whispered confessions and stolen moments. But love is a dangerous game, especially when King Darius is known for his cruelty. As Alina arrives at the Ravkan court, she discovers that her marriage is more than just a political alliance-it is a trap woven with secrets, and betrayal. Torn between duty and love, Alina must decide whether to follow the path laid out for her or risk everything for the man who stole her heart. When dark forces threaten the throne, Alina learns the truth: her marriage was never meant to save her kingdom. It was meant to destroy it.

RISING EX WIFE : Love Me Again Mrs Graves

50.0K·Annypen/Odion

"You never wanted me," Eva's voice trembled, but her gaze was steady as she glared at Maxmillan. "You were too blinded by your love for Sara to see the truth." Maximilian clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "You think I don’t regret it? Every moment, Eva. Every moment I spent hurting you..” "Hurting me?" she cut him off, her eyes filled with anger. "You ruined me, Max. You let my sister and step mother destroy me, and when I needed you most, you turned your back on me, you made me go through hell." His chest tightened. "I was wrong. I know that now, but..." "But it’s too late," she snapped. "I’m not the helpless girl you left behind. I’ve come back for what's mine." Max’s voice softened, almost pleading. "And what if I’m part of what’s yours?" Eva's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Maybe. Or maybe I’ll destroy you the way you destroyed me." ******* Forced into a loveless marriage to save her family's business, Eva endures cruelty from her husband, Maximilian, who believes she manipulated his grandfather into choosing her as his bride. Blinded by his love for her sister, Sara, Maximilian made Eva go through hell. Eva endures not only Maximilian's abuse but also the hurt and betrayal from her own family. Eva is framed for a tragedy and sent to prison, she’s rescued by a powerful and influencial figure who she never knew existed. Six years later, Eva returns. No longer the broken and helpless woman she once was, She is now a force to be reckoned with. She is back to seek revenge on all those who had made her life hell. Now, Maximilian regrets his mistakes and isn’t ready to let her go. Eva hold a secret that will shatter Maxmillan's world. What is that secret? Will Eva choose love and forgiveness, or will revenge be the only thing that can heal her broken heart?