Unattainable Love

His Divorced Wife: A Legend of Wall Street
"Divorce? Without me, you can't even support yourself," Chad mocked. She was once a brilliant singer who dazzled Carnegie Hall at age 11, Harvard Law's youngest legend, and the business queen of the Ainsworth empire—yet for love, she willingly retreated from the spotlight. After eight years of marriage, she became merely Chad's dispensable backdrop. Until the day she caught Chad embracing his lover in their marital bed, and heartbroken, she filed for divorce. Three months later, under the spotlight of a global charity dinner party, Amelia appeared in a custom gown by a world-renowned designer, stunning everyone. The Mayor of New York bowed to invite her, a Supreme Court Justice raised a toast in her honor, while Chad was blocked by security outside the red carpet—his company facing bankruptcy due to a mysterious acquisition. Medical records revealed that the bone marrow donor who once saved his life had signed as "Amelia Ainsworth."

Revenge: The Gun Barrel of the Donna
For 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.

The Don's Betrayal, My Freedom
On our fifth wedding anniversary, I was about to hide the carefully customized gift in my husband's armory when I accidentally opened his hidden safe. Inside, there was no wealth or secret documents—just a bullet necklace engraved with strange hotel room numbers, and a diary filled with his obsession for another woman. I'd cleaned up his battlefields for five years, yet he used my loyalty to pave the way for his true love. It wasn't until I turned to the last bullet—"Night Before Proposal, Peninsula Hotel Sky Suite"—that I understood this marriage had been a tailor-made scam from the very beginning. So I initiated the Phantom Plan. After tearing off their hypocritical masks at the charity gala, I walked toward the cold coastline in the dead of night. ...Tonight, Keira Black will commit suicide by jumping into the sea, and the real me will disappear beneath the waves.

Rejected, Claimed by the Alpha King
As the first Luna in history without a wolf, I was despised by my husband and scorned by my family, and my life was literally worse than an Omega! On our sixth wedding anniversary, I got pregnant, but my husband's first love - my sister - also returned... From then on, I was haunted by nightmares! My husband favored my sister in everything, and he even secretly held wedding ceremony with her! I was in despair and left with the child in my womb, only to discover when I turned around... my mate was actually my husband's uncle - the terrifying Alpha King! Wait! The child in my womb seems to be the King's too? I was completely dumbfounded - can someone just tell me what happened?! Then another shocking secret was revealed. My real family came looking for me, and they smiled at me lovingly, "Dear princess, welcome home." Huh? So I am a princess now? Jesus, what is going on!

Daddy One Shots
"Rip my ass apart, Daddy! Fuck the shit out of me! God, yes!" "So fucking tight, Jenny. No matter how many times I fuck your ass, it's always like the first time... Are you being good for daddy? Keeping other dicks out of this perfect ass?" "Yes, Daddy. Only yours," she moaned... ### Plunge into a filthy taboo erotica collection where daddies (step daddies, daddies-in-law, and other forbidden fruit) crave and claim their teasing little girls in raw, boundary shattering steamy shorts. Loaded with intense dirty talk, dubious consent edges, high risk exposure thrills, possessive breeding kinks, degradation and humiliation, and scorching incest. Please take care of your mental health. It gets dark and twisted in here... ### A conflicted step daddy wrecks his stepdaughter's holes on his marital bed while his wife lurks nearby. A blind step daughter is tricked into fucking daddy. A daddy fucks his step daughter on her wedding day... to his son. Billionaire daddies. Don daddies. A daddy that fucks his son's girlfriend... in front of his son. ### Indulge in these and other dark fantasies with twist endings that will stay with you. She begs for daddy's brutal cock. He can't stop stretching his filthy little girl. ***All characters are over 18. Explicit content ahead. 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.

After My Husband Cheated, I Inherited a Fortune
Xavier came home drunk, roughly pulled off my nightgown, and pressed me onto the bed, kissing me passionately. We hadn't been intimate for a long time. Since the company went public, he rarely even came home. His sudden intensity caught me off guard. But just as I was about to reach my peak, he held me tightly and murmured, "Lily..."

Framed by Family, Back for Revenge
“Will you marry me?” “I don’t need money, a house, or a car. I just need a husband.” Fresh out of prison, a young woman was determined to escape the marriage her parents had arranged for her — a union with a disfigured, disabled heir from a powerful family. Desperate and out of options, she stopped a stranger on the street and asked him to marry her. To her shock, the man who agreed was impossibly handsome. Her new husband insisted he was nothing special, just an ordinary man. He warned her not to fall for him, because loving him would only end badly. So she kept her heart guarded. No attachment meant no heartbreak. But the longer they stayed married, the harder it became to ignore the way he looked at her… or the way he quietly inserted himself into her life. Then one night at a gala, she saw the childhood friend she had loved for years and realized the feelings were gone. Unfortunately, her husband noticed too. And he did not take it well.

I am no longer the secret lover of the godfather.
I was Ricardo Conti's secret mistress for ten years. For ten years, I was his shadow, his weapon, the person who came whenever he called. I always thought that maybe one day, I could become his true partner. However, after we slept together, he told me he was getting engaged to someone else. In that moment, I finally understood—I was nothing more than an asset he could put away and use whenever he pleased.

The Bride Who Never Walked the Aisle
On the day Simone Watson was supposed to marry the man who vowed to love her forever, she sent a corpse in her place. After regaining her hearing, Simone discovered her fiancé’s year-long affair with his assistant—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 Tom Francis breaks down in front of a nation-wide live broadcast, Simone is reborn as Aurora Hopkins, heiress to a powerful British family—and she’s done being silent. 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.

Let Me Go, Sugar Daddy
Lillian had stayed by Conrad's side for three years, betting everything she had, only to end up losing it all. He mocked her, saying she had no sense of reality—who was she, a kept woman, to think she could be his wife? However, the night before his engagement, she vanished without a trace. No one could have predicted that the all-powerful Conrad would go completely off the deep end. He tore the world apart looking for her, swearing he'd find her if it took him to the ends of the earth. When they met again, she was someone else's fiancée. He used every trick he knew, pulled every string he could, and forced her back to him, trapping her in marriage. "Mr. Conrad, if you keep chasing me like this, I'll lose all respect for you." He replied, "I fell into hell because of you. Why should you get off so easily? In this life, we're together till death." He wanted her, even if it meant until death took them both. All he asked for was to hold her captive in his heart forever—even if it meant paying the highest price, he'd never let her go.

The Lycan King’s Rejected Queen
"I reject you as my mate and Luna." The Alpha ruthlessly rejected me, an Omega. Because during my first transformation, I accidentally killed his father! I accepted his rejection in despair and devastation. That's when the most powerful Lycan King burst into my world. "My mate, be my Queen." I was completely stunned! I was actually the King's mate? I transformed overnight from an Omega to a noble Queen. Everyone who bullied me would pay the price! And that former mate who rejected me came crawling back, crying and begging for another chance...

My Husband's Apology
On my 28th birthday, my husband was in the bathroom—calling his lover to wish her a happy birthday. It was my birthday. The black dress that should’ve been mine was hugging her curves. The romantic trip I had carefully planned… became their little getaway. And when I discovered he wasn’t just cheating, but using our joint account to pay for her IVF treatments? I laughed. From abandoned housewife to the CEO of a business empire— My revenge had only just begun.
I Tricked My CEO Husband into Signing the Divorce
My husband, Lucas—the heir to a tech empire—stole the one chance I’d waited five years for to become chief investigative reporter, and handed it to his “first love,” Sophia Ross. During four years of a secret marriage, my career and my feelings always came after the things that “mattered more.” When he picked Sophia up in his arms in front of everyone yet again, I ended it—with a divorce petition disguised as a budget sheet. The next day, I boarded a plane bound for the Eastern European war zone. Later, when he fought through half a world of smoke and fire and found me among the ruins, my eyes held nothing but the calm of battlefield wind and snow.

On My Knees For My Best Friend’s Daddy
When my ex boyfriend leaks my sextape and my family expects me to die from shame, here’s what I do: I tell the old creep trying to buy me to fuck off, get myself thrown out, and fly across the country to my best friend’s mansion to figure out my next move. What I DON’T expect is to walk in on Knox Reid—my best friend’s ex-military billionaire father—stroking his cock to my viral sex tape. I should be horrified. Humiliated. Instead, I’m soaking wet and completely mesmerized. And for the first time since my life exploded, I feel powerful. He catches me staring. Doesn’t stop. Keeps stroking, harder, faster, his dark eyes locked on mine until he comes all over himself. That forbidden moment changes everything. Spending the holidays at Knox’s mansion was supposed to be my escape—a place to hide while the scandal blows over. Instead, it becomes my rebellion. Now I want him fucking me everywhere, against the frosted windows, on his desk, in front of the fire while my best friend party’s outside. I want to feel alive again, and Knox makes me burn in all the best ways. But he’s my best friend’s estranged father trying to fix their relationship. And I’m trying to rebuild my shattered life, not destroy it again. We should stop, but we can’t. He’s forbidden. He’s mine. And he’s all I want for the holidays…and maybe for the rest of my life.

My Sister Wore My Wedding Dress
After my entire family kept me in the dark and let my mother's adopted daughter marry my father's best friend. I didn't cry or make a scene. I just dragged my luggage and headed south alone. I changed my number and my address, cutting ties completely with that city and everyone in that circle. Down south, I built a new life with someone else and had a daughter. I thought I would never see those people again in this lifetime. Until I took my daughter to buy a birthday cake and bumped into Garrison and my brother at the entrance of the bakery. One had taken over Stratton Defense. The other had risen all the way to the rank of lieutenant colonel. We stared at each other for a long time, none of us speaking first. My brother was the first to speak, his voice sounding like it was full of sand. "Didn't you hate sweets?" I smiled and picked up the little girl beside me. "My daughter loves them." As soon as the words left my mouth, the cake box in Garrison's hands hit the ground. Fighting back tears, his voice trembled. "Vesper, didn't you say you would only ever have my children?" Back then, Garrison and I had agreed to go to the county clerk's office on our tenth anniversary to file our marriage license paperwork. But I waited outside the county clerk's office for an entire day. What I got instead was a live stream of his wedding. On the screen, Giselle was wearing my custom-made wedding dress, leaning against Garrison's chest, and blowing a kiss to the camera. "Seven years. We've finally waited until today." I felt like I had been thrown into ice water. My first reaction was to call Garrison. But before I could even dial, I saw my brother, Corbin, squeeze into the frame and say with a smile, "My sister marrying my dad's best friend really messes up the family titles—but here's hoping you two have a baby soon." Three minutes later, he called me. "You saw it, right? The one Garrison wants to marry is Giselle. Give it up." "They've been in love for seven years, and we've kept it from you for seven years. It's been exhausting for all of us. But he'd rather be this exhausted than let her go—he even chose the day you two agreed to file your marriage license paperwork to marry her." "You know who he truly loves now, don't you?" A metallic taste rose in my throat, and my tears burned so hot my chest ached. It turned out that for seven of the ten years we were together, he had loved another girl. Everyone knew, yet they all teamed up to keep me in the dark.

Woke up Married to a Brutal Billionaire
The pain in her head was miserable. Safia had difficulty even in opening her eyes. But when finally she did, a chord struck in her throat. A very handsome man was sleeping beside her in his half naked glory with his head ducked to the pillow. Alarm leaped like a hurricane in her head. How did she end up with an unknown man in her bed? Oh wait! This was not her home. The place looked eerily quiet and was way too costly than hers. It screamed power and money. Safia panicked. She was not drunk nor on drugs. How come she has no memory of her past? She carefully slipped away from under the covers. But it was too late. The man beside her had already woken up. “Who are you? Why are you in my bed?” Safia squealed in worry. Much against her expectation the guy was very much composed. He signaled to the ring on her finger and opened the drawer beside him before throwing the marriage testament on her face. “We are married. You are my wife now. Be ready to welcome the life of thorns.” “What?”

When My Fiancé’s Secretary Stole My Reserved Access, I Ruined Her Entire Family
My aunt called me while I was stationed with the special forces, asking me to come home. She had arranged a blind date for me. The man she described sounded perfect—handsome, and the youngest CEO of a publicly listed company in the city. Before I set off, my captain took the extra step of contacting air traffic control to ensure my information would remain encrypted throughout the trip. I arrived at the airport on time as planned. However, just as I was about to check in through the exclusive channel, someone abruptly yanked me backward from behind. A bundle of cash was then flung directly at my face. "I've bought your spot in the exclusive channel. Take the money and go line up in the regular queue," a woman said, her tone dripping with arrogance. Suppressing the anger rising in my chest, I calmly asked her, "You're neither a soldier nor in an emergency. Why do you think you're entitled to use my lane?" She let out a derisive laugh at my words. "Why? Because I'm Mr. Tanke's personal secretary." She sneered, adding, "Forget the exclusive channel. If the Tanke family wants the entire runway, they'll get it." For a moment, I was stunned. Then I dialed the number my aunt had given me for my fiancé. "Your secretary claims the Tanke family is so powerful that they can bend the world to their will. Is that true?"

After I Lost Our Baby, He Chose His Ex
It was only after I married Griffin that I found out his ex-wife hadn't just taken custody of their daughter. She had also taken a promise from him. Every season, he had to accompany them on a half-month trip. The time and destination were entirely up to his ex-wife. As a result, I was left all alone on the plane on our honeymoon. For three consecutive anniversaries, he canceled on me at the last minute, time and time again. That was until I was so terrified by a prank gift Poppy sent me that I fell down the stairs. I miscarried on the spot, hemorrhaged, and was rushed into the ER. The nurses told me to contact a family member to stay with me after the surgery. But I had to call Griffin over a dozen times before he finally picked up. His tone was full of exhaustion and impatience. "Nora, are you so jealous now that you've resorted to lying and framing my daughter?" "Today is the first day of our fall family trip. I'm not going to abandon them to go back and keep you company." "By the way, make an appointment with your doctor tomorrow to get your tubes tied. I promised her mother that Poppy would be my only child." It turned out that even if I hadn't miscarried. He never intended to keep the baby in my womb anyway. I calmly hung up the phone and signed the surgery consent form myself. If he couldn't let go of his ex-wife and their daughter, then I would simply give the position of Mrs. Prescott back to her.

His Open Marriage, My Forbidden Secret
He wanted freedom after breaking me. So I hired a stranger for one reckless night. But the man waiting in my hotel room wasn't the escort I paid for. He was the mafia king who owned this city. And now he's decided I'm his. Five years of being the perfect Whitemore wife ended the night I caught my billionaire husband in our bed with his secretary. Instead of begging for forgiveness, he offered me an ultimatum: accept an open marriage or walk away with nothing. Fine. If he wanted other women, I'd remind myself what it felt like to be wanted. One reckless decision led me to Penthouse Suite A... and into the arms of the wrong man. Caspian Nero isn't an escort. He's the ruthless mafia king who rules the city's underworld. My mistake didn't just give me the most unforgettable night of my life. It saved his life by ruining an assassination attempt. Now my marriage is over, but I've traded one prison for another. Caspian knows exactly who I am. He knows my ex-husband. And he's decided letting me walk away isn't an option. No negotiations. No escape. Then two pink lines turn everything upside down. Because the mafia king who claims to own me will destroy anyone who tries to take what's his.

From Bridal Gown to No Return
I was standing in a wedding dress when Braxton's best friend tagged me in the group chat. "Cielo. Invitations go out day after tomorrow. You still haven't noticed the bride's name isn't yours?" I stared at my reflection. White lace. Fitted bodice. My mind went blank for a second. Then Braxton's childhood friend jumped in with a voice message. "I bet Braxton you wouldn't figure it out till you saw the invite. He switched the bride's name to Kinsley." "Cielo, babe, your head's way too far in the clouds. Tell him to fix it. Or is this wedding not happening?" I pulled the dress off slowly. A cold wave crawled up my spine. Kinsley was Braxton's first love. The untouchable dream girl of their circle. But marrying me—that was the vow Braxton swore in front of both families. He pushed for it. Promised it. And somewhere between booking the venue and choosing the flowers, my dignity became their bet. "Braxton, you absolute bastard. I bet she breaks down." "I bet she pretends she didn't see it. Loser covers all the booze for next month's yacht party." My phone lit up with a notification. Special follow. Kinsley had posted photos in a limited-edition wedding gown. *Shoutout to someone who pulled three all-nighters and called in every favor to get me my dream dress. You made my wish come true.* Braxton replied with a heart emoji. I tapped the post. Liked it. Then I deleted the wedding planning group, climbed into my secondhand Jeep, and pointed it west. No wedding. Time to see what was out there.
