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The Abandoned Wife And Her Secret Son
725·LinahI married a man who loved my step-sister. Our marriage was a contract—cold, clinical, temporary. No love. No expectations. And above all, no pregnancy. I told myself I could endure it. That loving him quietly, faithfully, invisibly, would one day be enough. I was wrong. For four years, I lived as a ghost in my own marriage—watching the man I loved choose her, again and again. I sacrificed my pride, my dreams, and my voice, waiting for him to see me. Then I discovered I was pregnant. I had broken the contract. But more than that, I had broken myself. So I left. Years later, I am no longer the woman who begged for scraps of affection. I am powerful, independent, whole. I rebuilt my life, reclaimed my stolen legacy, and became the woman I was always meant to be. Now, the man who once overlooked me stands at my door, desperate for answers—about the son he never knew existed, about the woman he destroyed, about the love he threw away. But some love is realized too late. When the woman you ignored becomes the one you can’t have, and the child you never wanted becomes your only chance at redemption—can a heart that never chose you suddenly deserve a second chance?
Grimaldi's Sin & Secret
309·TalesoffPeachesA runaway heiress. A man with a scandal. A love they were never meant to find. When Freah Giuliani flees her powerful Italian family, she doesn’t expect to collide with Nicolo Grimaldi—a dangerously magnetic man hiding from a viral sex-tape scandal. Their attraction is instant, their chemistry undeniable… and their secrets deadly. But as passion spirals into something neither can walk away from, one truth will shatter everything: they should never have fallen in love.
Mary With the Devil
1.0K·MimirathHe stepped into the boardroom with a man and woman in tow. The formal wear mixed with the serious attitude created an official feeling. The people who were already in the luxurious room stood up in greeting as a sign of acknowledging his presence. After taking a look at the bunch of people before him, he sat down in his spot signalling everyone to follow suit. No one dared to speak. He opened a file right away, without looking up, he gave a cue to a young man for the presentation to begin.
Puck Me, Stepbrother
3.0K·Jane MelodyBryson POV Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes. He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met. He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood. But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way. Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe. I hate him. I want him. And I'm pretty sure he knows it. Julian's POV I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt. Bryson Miller. Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed. I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good. Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about. I thought that was complicated enough. Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..
Daddies, I am Your Little Pet
11.0K·Miselanana"Are you virgin?" Xavier asked, rubbing her clit through her panties. "Yes, I am a virgin" "You see, Xander? Told you" Xavier said to his brother. "So, Annastasia, you can't wait to have us inside you, right?" Xavier asked as he removed his middle finger from her wet pussy and gently pinched her clit, while Annastasia moaned out slowly from pleasure, and this time he didn't insert his fingers inside her pussy. instead, he gradually dragged her panties down her legs. "Hmm, pink. Typical teen. Aren't you?" Xander mumbled when he saw Annastasia's panties. "Yes" Annastasia gasped at the male specimens in front of her. "What else is also pink? Your pussy?" Xavier asked, before he slid his hand between her legs to spread them apart so that her vagina could be seen by him and his brother. "Shall we play a naughty game?" Xander asked with a smirk on his face, he brought out blindfold and cuffs. _______________________ Annastasia Wilson, an 18-year-old girl, was sold by her father to an old man to pay off his debt. But then Annastasia met the Lucius twins, Xavier Lucius and Xander Lucius on social media who happened to be looking for women to use as sex slaves. The two handsome men really liked Annastasia, especially since Anastasia looked very beautiful and was still a virgin. But over time, their relationship was not just MASTERS and SEX SLAVES, because Xavier and Xander began to find out about Anastasia's past life.
Reaper's Word
27.0K·Lee C"I promise to give you three days full immunity from me and my hell hounds. So long as you draw what I show you, and you kiss me." Her heart stopped beating in her chest. Oh god she couldn't do that. She could barely take him touching her without freaking out. His hand moved to the side of her neck his thumb by her ear. He didn't force her to look up just waited for her decision. Isaiah had no idea if she would accept his offer or not. If she didn't then he was going to have her body right here and now. If she did then she'd get her three days, and he'd have to wait for that pleasure. More than likely he'd have to hunt her down again. That was the fun of it, either way he doubted he'd be disappointed. "What happens if I don't?" She asked. "I'm waiting for an answer." He replied and that very clearly told her that she wouldn't enjoy what he planned to do if she said no. ***** Clair's life is turned upside down when she signs what she thinks is a simple release form. What it turns out to be is binding contract that she and others were tricked into signing. She is now at the mercy of a man who is not human and his hell hounds. Trapped in a sprawling mansion that is alive with magic of its own, Clair must make every move count. Especially when she survives longer than any other. When Isaiah sets his sights on her, and decides he wants Clair for more than an entertaining game, she doesn't know if she should run or give in.
Theodore's Regret
89.0K·Sam Shelly Theodore Maxwell, a ruthless business tycoon driven by vengeance, plots to marry Alina Roosevelt, to kill two birds with one stone; get revenge on her father and, to inherit everything that was rightfully his. Alina, a budding author with a heart as pure as her prose, was blissfully unaware of Theodore's ulterior motives when she said "I do." As Theodore's cunning plan unfolded, he found himself captivated by Alina's charm and kindness. Despite his initial intentions, he couldn't help but admire the woman he had married. But just as unexpected love began to blossom, everything crumbles with Alina’s father, who devised a cunning scheme that shattered the fragile peace in their marriage. Consumed by rage and betrayal, Theodore divorces Alina, blaming her for her father's deceit. It's too late to realize that Alina was a mere pawn in her father's malicious game. Regret gnawed at his heart as he desperately searched for her, but she had vanished without a trace. Haunted by the memory of his cruel actions, Theodore is set to find Alina and make amends. And he will stop at nothing. How long will Alina be successful in keeping her little secret hidden? ----------------------------------------------------- “I’m not your wife anymore, Theodore!” I yelled, shoving him away from me. He had absolutely no right to march back into my life. “Here’s where you are wrong Alina,” he took dangerous steps towards me until I was pushed against one of the walls, as he held me captive. “You were mine, then. You are mine now. And you, most definitely, will stay mine in the future. Not even you can separate yourself from me Alina, because you were born to be mine!” And that’s when he smashed his lips against mine in a furious kiss.
My Father's Best Friend
87.0K·AnthelstaneAndrea Owen had always been a sucker for older guys - preferably handsome, tall, masculine with really light-colored eyes with a dark and dangerous aura. What she does not know is that the man she had been looking for all her life had been there ever since she was born, in the form of her father's best friend, Lance Gallagher.
I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
407.0K·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!
After divorce, I am a billionaire
2.0M·Vivian For the sake of love, Lyra left everything behind and worked as a full-time wife for three years. But in the end, she realized that all her efforts were not as good as one look from her husband's first love. Disheartened, Lyra resolutely filed for divorce. "Sorry, I'm a billionaire! I want a strong man to be my husband." Immediately after, the whole internet exploded! A billionaire super rich woman, suspected to have divorced? So, all the CEOs are scrambling to court her. Melvin in front of the screen can not stand it, the next day held a press conference, the beautiful name: kneeling to beg his wife home!
I'm richer than my billionaire ex-husband
1.0M·Chloe TurnerShe was a wealthy woman, but she was turned into a tool which was used by her husband to save another woman. In desperation, she jumped into the fast-flowing river, swearing to the death rather than save the woman he loved. Years later, she's back gorgeously!
The Sex Doctor (His Submissive)
57.0K·babywrites //DARK ROMANCE// WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS STEAMY SCENE IN EVERY CHAPTER. IF YOU ARE BELOW 18+ AND YOU FEEL INSECURE ABOUT READING EROTIC BOOK, PLEASE DON'T READ. IT CONTAINS HIGH SEXUAL CONTENT!!!...THOSE WHO WISH TO CONTINUE, PLEASE DO BECAUSE YOU WILL REALLY ENJOY IT, IT'S WORTH IT!!!…. (18+) "Please touch me doctor, please touch me down there doctor it hurts so baaaaaad.....". Ann begged, she tried touching her cunt but the handcuff around her wrist were depriving her. Marcus smirked, he strode to the bed where she was position at the edge of the bed and crotched down. His face, facing her swollon pussy as he maintain direct eye contact with her drippy wet entrance. "Ahhhh... doctor touch me...touch me please.... ". Ann begged as she felt his hot breath fanning her cunt. Her breath quickened and her nipple hardened in reaction. She was sexually aroused that she craved for his fingers to touch her. "Are you sure you want me to touch you?". Marcus asked in a raspy voice. It made a shiver ran down her spine. She arched her back and tightly closed her eyes. "Touch me please...touch me...I want your fingers in my fucking hoe, I want you to fuck me with those thick fingers of yours, I want you to suck me dry till I scream your name". Ann screamed aloud in a shakery voice. Her legs were trembling as she craved for him to unleash his finger into her cunt. "You asked for this". Marcus said as he slides his two fingers into his mouth, absorbing it with his saliva before bringing it out. Using his two fingers, he thwack her cunt and it made a sloshing sound as her juice leaked out of her entrance . Ann screamed as she curled her toes with her eyes closed, she tried stretching her hands to touch him but the handcuff were depriving her. "Please doctor, please fuck me". Ann begged with tears trickling out from the side of her eyes. He didn't moved his hands, he left it on her cunt. He pressed his finger in her cunt and her juice squirt out of her entrance. Ann clenched her hands into a fist as she moan louder while opening her mouth wide open and began gasping for air. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF THE "SEX DOCTOR(HIS SUBMISSIVE)18+" FLASHBACK OF HOW IT STARTED. INTRODUCTION; I am Ann hamburger. A sex maniac. I mean, I love having sex. And I am a fan of one night stands. My parents and ex boyfriend thinks I am cursed but my body is just highly sensitive. It was all fun to me but I got to thinking that, they might be right. So my best friend, Silver, introduced someone to me—A sex doctor . Marcus Morris. She says he is my last hope. My question is, am I really cursed? Can a sex doctor help me stop being a sex maniac? Well flip through this pages and read the story of my life. The shades of Ann...
He Took My Oxygen Tank for His Mistress, Unaware I'm the Mafia Queen
22·-I used to believe love was an unbreakable vow—until a blizzard in the Alps pushed my fiancé into another woman's arms. Ten years of devotion crumbled like snow under an avalanche. And with his own hands, he gave my last breath of oxygen to his first love. When the ninety-ninth wish was fulfilled, I finally severed the obsession that had bound me—no longer the humble fiancée, but the sole heir to Italy's largest mafia family. This avalanche buried more than the mountain path. It buried the last of my mercy.
After the Divorce, I Sent My Twin Husbands to Hell
0·miaoEveryone treated me like a toy meant to please my stepsister Vivian. As long as Vivian was happy, they could do anything to me. They had people kidnap me and subject me to three days of abuse, all just to vent Vivian's frustrations. "Everything we did, we did of our own free will—just to make her happy." I once thought my husband Nolan was the only person in this family who truly understood me, until I discovered that what I'd believed was a marriage had been nothing but punishment from the very beginning. For two years of marriage, the "husband" lying beside me was never just one person—Nolan and his twin brother took turns approaching me with the same face, coaxing me, tormenting me. They made my world different every single day, made me believe I was too sensitive, that something was wrong with me, pushed me to the point where I needed medication just to control my emotions. Everything they did was for Vivian. They wanted to destroy my reputation, to make me initiate the divorce, to make me accept my fate willingly. But they forgot one thing: when a woman stops explaining herself, all she wants anymore is for them to pay. This time, I'm going to make them pay back every last thing they owe me—with interest.
Contract Marriage: The Wheelchair CEO’s Substitute Bride
0·-To pay for the wedding, I took out a loan from loan sharks. On the day itself, the venue was empty. I waited in that vineyard all afternoon in my wedding dress— My fiancé had run off with my best friend and every dollar I had. With nowhere left to turn, a man said he could help. One condition: be his stand-in bride for a year. I thought I was signing away my freedom. Until that night, when he pushed me into his study. He asked, “Leave, or stay and be my partner?” I clutched the contract I’d only signed because the loan sharks gave me no choice. Stay? Would this year bring happiness, transaction—or torment?
In First Class, My Husband’s Lover Flaunted Her Wedding Ring at Me
0·-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?
Twelve Piercings, One Reckoning
0·miaoWith the wedding closing in, I handed my fiancé over to my stepsister and traded it all for ten million to flee to Paris. Everyone thought I'd lost my mind. Two years—I'd been just one step away from becoming Mrs. Cameron Pembroke. But no one knew how I'd survived those two years. He wanted to mold me into the perfect wife, reshaping my every move—even the color of my hair—into whatever he desired. His sister Augusta tripped me at a ball in front of everyone, sneered that I had no breeding, and even accused me of stealing their late mother's belongings. I thought Cameron would at least look into it. Instead, all he said was: "You looked like a lunatic tonight." That night in the pouring rain, he stood there demanding I admit I was wrong. That was the moment I finally understood—he wasn't my soulmate. He was my cage. On the day of the wedding, he lifted the veil—and the bride wasn't me. He panicked at last. Chased me all the way to Paris. Begged me to come back. I looked at him calmly and said: "You have no idea why I left you." Later, to learn what respect truly meant, he designed my gothic wedding gown himself—and even pierced his ears twelve times. That day he had a low fever, his voice hoarse, when he asked me: "Can we start over?"
When My Superstar Husband Fell for His Sister-in-Law
0·-The funeral had barely ended when my celebrity husband brought his pregnant sister-in-law home. "My brother is gone, and she's pregnant and needs care. As a public figure, I have to be responsible." Axel Franklin—America's hottest A-list star—spoke these words like he was delivering a press statement, calm and indisputable. He carried Ella's luggage and gave her our master bedroom. And I could only watch coldly from the sidelines. The first week, she was relatively quiet. The second week, she began to infiltrate. She brought warm milk to the study, her voice soft and fragile: "Filming is so exhausting, you need proper rest." At dinner, she coughed lightly, hand pressed to her chest: "Axel, I feel a bit stuffy. Could you tell me about some interesting experiences from your shoots?" In the middle of the night, she pretended to have breathing difficulties, calling Axel into her room to sing her to sleep. I wasn't an outsider to this world—I was an investor's daughter, intimately familiar with the entertainment industry. I'd grown up surrounded by schemes and manipulation. I could see her performance was flawless, every move calculated with precision. But when I looked at Axel, his eyes held patience, even tenderness. "You'll be more comfortable if you lie on your side when you rest." As he said this, his fingers gently touched her face. My heart clenched painfully. How I wanted to remind him—I'm your wife, not her. But the words stuck in my throat, leaving only the violent pounding of my heart. Five years ago, I gave up the chance to join the board of directors for this marriage. I abandoned my edge in the financial world just to be a quiet star's wife. Now I understood—in his eyes, a pregnant sister-in-law was more worthy of his protection than I was. I walked into the study, my fingers ice-cold as I dialed the phone. "Dad." My voice trembled but held unprecedented determination. "I want a divorce."
The Right Way for a Spoiled Heiress to Get Divorced
0·windFor four years of marriage, I thought I'd picked the right man. Julian Castellano. The most respectable man on the Upper East Side. He never stayed out past midnight. There were no tabloid scandals. On the nights I jolted awake from a nightmare drenched in cold sweat, he'd hold me in his arms and whisper: Whatever hurt you before—I'll never let it happen to you again. I believed him. I believed him, and I believed his mother, too. The fact that I couldn't get pregnant—that was my problem. Four years. Fifty examinations. Hospital after hospital, specialist after specialist. I never once fought back. He sat beside me through all of it and never said a word. Then, at one in the morning, I came across that video. Him kissing another woman. A full sixty seconds. Later, that same woman announced in front of everyone that she was carrying his child. She ran me over with her car in the parking lot, and he was sitting in the passenger seat. "She had it coming," he said. I lay on the cold pavement, the taste of iron flooding my mouth, and suddenly everything became perfectly clear. So I did three things. I ordered ten male models to his private booth at his favorite club—on his tab. I burned his wine cellar to the ground—every last bottle worth millions. And I told him to close his eyes and sign a little "surprise" I'd prepared— It was our divorce agreement. Before I left, I sent him an email with all fifty of my medical reports from the past four years attached. The last line read: Maybe it's time you found out which one of us actually has the problem. He got tested. The diagnosis came back: azoospermia. That was the moment he fell apart.
Three Years of Love, Just a Joke on Live Stream
0·D.D.In the third year with Damian, I sold my mother’s necklace just to buy him a birthday gift. But when Selene sent me a link, the truth shattered me— It was a prank live site, and my room was ranked number one. [Prank #20: She drank until she bled just to protect Damian.] [Prank #85: She sold her mother’s relic for his gift.] [Prank #97: She waited all night with cake, while he partied with Selene in Las Vegas.] The comments rolled in: “Three pranks left—will she survive?” “I bet a million she won’t make it to the end!”
