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Midas Protocol: Seducing My Rival's Wife

Midas Protocol: Seducing My Rival's Wife

I sat in the freezing conference room, my knuckles white as I strangled a cheap plastic pen. Outside, Manhattan was weeping in the gray rain, but inside, the air was sterile and dead. I stared at the polished mahogany table, seeing the distorted reflection of a man who hadn't slept in forty-eight hours—a man about to sign his own divorce papers. Across from me, my wife Linda wouldn't even look at me. She was too busy drumming her fingers near a diamond ring that cost more than I had made in the last five years combined. Then the door swung open, and Simon Thorne walked in. The billionaire heir didn't say a word; he just walked behind Linda and placed a heavy, possessive hand on her shoulder, marking her as his. "Let's wrap this up," Simon said, checking his Patek Philippe with the bored tone of a man ordering a coffee he didn't want. Linda finally looked through me like I was a ghost and told me to stop dragging this out. She whispered that I couldn't even afford myself anymore, a physical punch to the gut given I’d lost my job three weeks ago. After I signed, Simon flicked a business card at me, mockingly offering me a job as a doorman for minimum wage. I walked out into the downpour, shivering in a suit I couldn't afford to dry clean. My phone vibrated with a text from my landlord: "Pack your things. Keys by tonight or I’m calling the cops." I stood on the corner of 5th Avenue with exactly $42.18 to my name, watching Simon kiss my wife through the glass wall of the penthouse. I was thirty, homeless, and drowning in a city of lions. I wanted to roar until my throat bled, but I just stood there, a drowned rat in a world of predators. How could I have lost everything so fast? Why was the woman who promised to stay through "for poorer" now leaning into the arms of the man who just humiliated me? Suddenly, my phone screen exploded with a blinding golden light. An app called the Midas Protocol installed itself, declaring poverty a disease and itself the cure. With one tap, a million dollars bypassed a federal hold and hit my account, and a "Nemesis Card" appeared in my digital inventory. I didn't hesitate. I typed Simon Thorne’s name into the vengeance algorithm and hit execute. The game had officially changed.
Whispers of temptation

Whispers of temptation

It's late and it's getting dark outside and I'm still here at the school office, while finishing my lessons for tomorrow. I leaned back in the chair and looked around the office. I was the only one left here, all my co-teachers went home. I heaved a deep sigh and closed my laptop. I arranged my things on the table and put the laptop inside the bag. I stood up from my seat and walked towards the door. Before leaving the office, I turned off all the lights. While walking in the hallway, I felt a cold wind touch my skin. I just ignored it and continued walking. I stop walking and look back when I feel something... someone's following me. But when I turned around, I didn't see anyone else here except me. It's late so almost all the students have already gone home to their houses. Maybe it was just my hallucination. I continued walking again when suddenly someone grabbed my hand causing me to let go of the bag I was carrying. In the extreme speed of the event, I found myself stuck and facing the wall. While someone I don't know is holding my hand. I started to get nervous because I didn't know who the person behind me was now. "Who are you?" I managed to ask. Tried to squirm and get out of his grip but he was too strong. I can't even leave my seat now. I felt his body touching me from behind and him sniffing my head. "Who are you?" Suddenly the whole body trembled because of the coldness of his voice. And based on the sound of it he's a boy. I'm even more nervous about my situation now. Trying not to think bad things, but my brain doesn't cooperate. I tried to push him hard, but it's no use. He is too strong. "A---- What do you need?" I asked stuttering and scared. "You... I want you." He said with his deep and cold voice. He let go of one of his hands but he was still attached to my back. I flinched when he grabbed me by both shoulders while caressing down my arm. I also felt his head drop from the side of my face. I closed my eyes when I felt his hot breath touching the tip of my ear. "Mhmm.. you smell so divine and sweet." I put one hand on the wall when I felt his lips on my neck. The long hair was tied so my neck was exposed to him freely. I let out breaths almost one after the other when he started kissing my neck with bites. While his lips were busy on my neck, his hand moved down from my arm to my waist. "Mmm" I let out a small m*an when he bit the top of my ear. From my ear again his lips went back to my neck. He kissed and bit it. While his hand was still busy caressing from my waist down to my hip, going to my thigh and slightly squeezing it. I don't know how or what to react!? My mind says to stop him from what he is doing, but my body says and acts differently. My body does not want to be with my brain. My knees are almost shaking because of what he is doing. "Taking you here is inappropriate, despite the urge of wanting you." He stopped and whispered into my ear. A deep breath followed by a release. I felt like I ran out of breath and strength because of what he did. I opened my eyes as he slowly brought me to him. My eyes widened and I looked at him in surprise to see his face and recognize it. It was... "C--- Ciane??" I stammered. It was Ciane Salvatore, one of my students. He rested one hand on the wall, on my side while looking at me. "I can't get you out of my mind. Everyday when I see you, the desire that I feel towards you is getting stronger, that I couldn't control myself, anymore." he said in a cold voice. He grabbed my face and ran his fingers, from my cheek down to my lips. "I've been waiting for so long..." I was suddenly surprised and scared when the color of his eyes suddenly changed. It turned blue as if it was shining in the darkness. "Your heartbeat is like music to my ears, and the smell of your bl**d is my addiction." After he said those words he claimed my lips and kissed me.
Penniless Or Peerless: How Garry Smith Strikes Back

Penniless Or Peerless: How Garry Smith Strikes Back

Ever since I was a child, I had always been poor. Every time I came home from school, I would be met with the sight of my father busying himself in the kitchen. From my earliest recollection, I would always remember my father wearing his old factory uniforms in the house. His hair was snow-white and he had very dark skin. He would usually smoke cheap cigarettes and the car he drove around was a Santana which was a real wreck. Despite all our hardships, my father threw himself into his work for 18 years and raised me to his best abilities, and I ended up not disappointing him as I managed to get into a very good university. Because I came from poverty, I had to work a part-time job in order to pay the high tuition fees. I knew my classmates must’ve looked down on me because I was so poor, but I did my best to not let that bother me. On the day of my 18th birthday, my father announced that he was going to give me a birthday present and that he would bring it to me in person. That day I saw my father in a new light. My father’s coarse snow-white head had turned shiny black. He had replaced his tattered clothes with expensive Givenchy suits, and he even wore a Patek Philippe watch around his wrist. The old Santana was now a limited edition Rolls Royce. I stared at my father with bewildered eyes and asked him in an incredulous voice, “Dad, is our family really the richest in the world right now?” My father took out a Mayan Sicars cigar worth $500,000, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring. “Son, I know you’ve suffered a lot for the past 18 years, and I feel ashamed that I couldn’t have provided more for you. I want you to take this ten million as pocket money first. You can ask me for more later if it’s not enough!”
Mighty Garry Smith's Love Story

Mighty Garry Smith's Love Story

Ever since I was a child, I had always been poor. Every time I came home from school, I would be met with the sight of my father busying himself in the kitchen. From my earliest recollection, I would always remember my father wearing his old factory uniforms in the house. His hair was snow-white and he had very dark skin. He would usually smoke cheap cigarettes and the car he drove around was a Santana which was a real wreck. Despite all our hardships, my father threw himself into his work for 18 years and raised me to his best abilities, and I ended up not disappointing him as I managed to get into a very good university. Because I came from poverty, I had to work a part-time job in order to pay the high tuition fees. I knew my classmates must’ve looked down on me because I was so poor, but I did my best to not let that bother me. On the day of my 18th birthday, my father announced that he was going to give me a birthday present and that he would bring it to me in person. That day I saw my father in a new light. My father’s coarse snow-white head had turned shiny black. He had replaced his tattered clothes with expensive Givenchy suits, and he even wore a Patek Philippe watch around his wrist. The old Santana was now a limited edition Rolls Royce. I stared at my father with bewildered eyes and asked him in an incredulous voice, “Dad, is our family really the richest in the world right now?” My father took out a Mayan Sicars cigar worth $500,000, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring. “Son, I know you’ve suffered a lot for the past 18 years, and I feel ashamed that I couldn’t have provided more for you. I want you to take this ten million as pocket money first. You can ask me for more later if it’s not enough!”
The Hidden Heirs

The Hidden Heirs

Alex Mitchell seems to live an ordinary life until one day he receives a mysterious letter revealing a shocking secret - he is the long-lost heir to a powerful criminal empire. As Alex delves deeper to uncover the truth about his past, he finds himself caught in a deadly game of deception and betrayal. Born to humble beginnings, Alex grew up close friends with Victoria Thompson, the privileged daughter of a wealthy businessman. Unknown to Alex, Victoria's family actually controls a vast criminal organization that dominates the city's underworld. When Alex comes of age, a shadowy figure named Mr. Johnson approaches and unveils Alex's true lineage - his late father was the former head of the criminal syndicate before disappearing years ago. Thrust into a world of danger and intrigue, Alex must now navigate the complex web of alliances and enemies that comprise the criminal underworld. But not everyone is pleased with his emergence. Victoria's father, Thomas Thompson, sees Alex as a threat to unseat his family's control. Through manipulation and lies, Thomas engineers a scheme to discredit Alex and take away what is rightfully his. Alex's world comes crashing down when he discovers that Victoria, the woman he loves, has betrayed hi With Mr. Johnson's guidance, Alex transforms himself into a formidable opponent. But his greatest challenge comes in the form of Leonard Vega, Thomas' chief enforcer who has aspirations of his own. Through twists and double crosses, Leonard emerges as Alex's most dangerous foe yet. As Alex climbs the ranks of the criminal underworld, he must outwit Leonard at every turn in a deadly game of cat and mouse.