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The Mother Who Waited

The Mother Who Waited

My carefully constructed world was perfect, the epitome of the American dream. My son, Sam, was graduating high school, Yale-bound, smart, kind-the culmination of everything I' d worked for. Surrounded by loved ones in our sprawling Hamptons-esque garden, I handed him a substantial stock trust from his late father, a solid foundation for his brilliant future. Then, Darlene Pickett, our former housekeeper, burst through the wrought-iron gates, her face contorted with grotesque rage. She dragged a small, disheveled boy beside her, pointing a trembling finger at my son. "He's not Eleanor's son!" she shrieked for everyone to hear. "He's mine! And this," she thrust the other boy forward, "this is Daniel Ainsworth! Your real son, Eleanor! I swapped them eighteen years ago, in that hospital!" A collective gasp echoed across the stunned crowd as my beautiful day-and carefully curated life-shattered. But the horror deepened as Darlene, her husband, and even her daughter openly gloated about the years of systematic neglect and brutal abuse they'd inflicted on Danny, the boy they thought was mine, detailing every scar and broken bone with chilling pride. My heart clenched, not in fear of public ruin, but at the raw depravity laid bare. Sam, bewildered and utterly disgusted, turned to me, his eyes pleading, "Mom? What are they talking about?" He couldn't fathom such cruelty, begging me to say it wasn't true, that they were all insane. They demanded DNA tests to prove their twisted, greedy claim. And I, with an icy calm that surprised even me, simply replied, "Very well. We'll arrange for them immediately." Because what they didn't-couldn't-know was that I had been waiting patiently for this exact moment for eighteen long years.
Behind the billonaire's mask

Behind the billonaire's mask

"Be my woman and warm my bed," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't worry; to everyone else, you'll be my wife. It's only for eighteen months, as stated in the contract." He leaned back, his gaze unwavering. "And you have to follow the rules." I glanced at the contract I was clutching. The terms were suffocating: don't get pregnant, always remind me to use protection, go out only with my permission-even visits to your sick mom-and you can't deny me intimacy whenever I want. What the hell?! "Do I look that cheap to you?" I shot back, fury boiling inside me as I ripped the paper in half. "I'd rather die than accept your ridiculous proposal." "Well... I always get what I want. And what I want is you." he said, his voice dripping with a sinister undertone, sending a shiver down my spine. But I stood my ground. "Never," I declared before storming out of the room. ****** Desperate to save her critically ill mother, Sophie accepts billonaire Julian shocking offer: to be his fake wife and sex toy, in exchange to cater for her needs, including paying her mother's hospital bills. But what will happen to Sophie when Julian's ex-fiancee suddenly showed up and said he wants Julian back? And what will happen to Sophie when she finds out she got pregnant against the contract? And will she be able to forgive Julian's deadly past when she found out the secrets that lie behind the billonaire's mask? #1
MARRIED TO THE COLD BILLIONAIRE

MARRIED TO THE COLD BILLIONAIRE

Kate's perfect life shattered into pieces on the day she received the news that her parents had died, leaving her alone with a failing business and the family's reputation hanging by a tiny thread. The day her parents died was the day the Drays invested in her parents' company, and the Drays were on the verge of reaching the next level when the disaster happened. After the tragedy, the Drays were at risk of losing a significant profit and project. Mr. Carlos, Kate's uncle, then decided with the rest of the family, without Kate's awareness, that due to the family's reputation and the business, Kate must marry William Dray. When Kate found out, she was devastated and didn't want to give in, but the family threatened and forced her into marrying the cold billionaire, William Dray. She reluctantly agreed and accepted the loveless marriage with William, holding onto the hope that this marriage might somehow lead to something she had never imagined. William Dray has only one goal With the marriage: to protect his billion-dollar investment, even if it means marrying a woman he didn't know or love. Kate, determined to reclaim her parents' legacy, vows to endure the icy walls Of the union. But with William's cold and ruthless demeanor, he keeps a secret that could unveil everything Kate thought she knew about her family, as well as the truth and secrets behind her parents' deaths.
I Crave For My Ex-Wife's Love

I Crave For My Ex-Wife's Love

Unwillingly, once again, because of that man, tears fell from my eyes. "I have cried a lot because of that man; now I am going to go to him only with the divorce papers." Roslyn, a young woman who has been trapped in a loveless and emotionally abusive marriage with Alexander, reaches her breaking point when his cruel words and actions finally push her to take a stand. With tears streaming down her face, she declares that she's had enough and decides to confront him-but this time, she's not going to beg for his love or attention. Instead, she's going to serve him with divorce papers, marking the end of their toxic relationship. As she prepares for the confrontation, Roslyn gathers her thoughts and emotions, steeling herself for Alexander's potential reactions. She knows that he may try to manipulate or control her, but she's determined to stand firm and take back control of her life. When the moment of truth arrives, Roslyn meets Alexander with a sense of calm and determination. She serves him with the divorce papers, and his reaction is a mix of shock, anger, and regret. But Roslyn stands firm, refusing to be swayed by his emotions. In the aftermath of the confrontation, Roslyn deals with the emotional fallout, processing her feelings and coming to terms with the end of her marriage. She begins to focus on self-care and self-discovery, learning to let go of the past and embrace her newfound freedom. As she journeys towards healing and empowerment, Roslyn discovers a sense of strength and confidence she never knew she had. She realizes that she deserves better than a loveless marriage and starts to build a new life, free from the toxic influence of her ex-husband. With a renewed sense of purpose, Roslyn closes the chapter on her past and looks towards a brighter, more hopeful future.
Don Flavio and his little captive

Don Flavio and his little captive

"Just why aren't you killing me also!, you killed my parents already, my fiance! And ruined my life totally beyond repair, You took your bloody revenge as you wanted! I'm just an innocent soul out of all this SO WHY!!!" In immense anger, she pushes back his huge broad chest with her palms but who was she kidding, his body remained stiff, not wavering no matter the forces she puts in it.  However, his lips curled up in a dangerous smirk, and he got hold of her tiny wrist on his chest, gripping it so hard almost snapping it into two. "Aargghhh!!!" She winces out loudly at the hellish pains that follows, her teeth clenching so hard. "You wanna know why?" His thick dark voice echoes out and in a swift, he slammed her back, back on the wall so hard, his huge body towers over her small figure and he raise her gripping hand above her head, pinning it there. His second hand got hold of her neck in a tight wrap, restricting her to breath properly. Her mouth drops opens instantaneously, and her other hand held his hand strangling her, trying to get it away but she knew herself, her little strength was no match for his massive own. As each seconds passes, her eyes grew redder and she stares pleadingly at his cold dark eyes for mercy, gasping for breath at the same time. "Just like you...I was once innocent, just like you, I was just clueless and weak!!!" His voice sounded gruffly to her hearing, with his eyes beaming anger. "But guess what made me the devil I became today...it was all because of what your bloody father told me when I was in the same shoes as yours. I asked him the same question...and that bastard said to me..." His eyes darkened more, and his grip on her neck grew tighter, that he began to raise her up with it. "Arg...arggh..." She gasped more and more for breath. "...'It wouldn't be fun to kill you now kiddo, grow up and come back for revenge, then the real fun begins' " He quoted, his lips curling up in a deadly laughter.                        "So now for your answer, I say to you...'It wouldn't be fun to kill you now little mouse, buckle down and plan your revenge...then the real fun...starts!" He grins wickedly, his dark cold eyes piercing deeply into hers without remorse.
A Dirty Secret With My Best Friend's Dad

A Dirty Secret With My Best Friend's Dad

Content warning (18+): This isn't your clean romance. It's messy, raw, burning with heats and intense. Enter at your own risk. ~~~ I didn't expect to be fucked by my best friend's dad after crashing at their lake house. They were out of the country and I came to recover from a heartbreak, but I ended up riding his cock all night. He rammed into my pussy as I screamed out my lungs, and the next morning, I sneaked out. Did everything to avoid running into him, but I soon find him sitting across the desk as my boss. I tried so hard to resist him, but I couldn't. I fingered myself in my office, shamelessly moaning his name. Turns out he watched through the camera, and he stopped me from cumming as a punishment for avoiding him. But I defied him, this time I cummed, fingers deep inside my pussy, warm sticky wetness dripping down the floor as I cum despite his raging voice through the intercom. Later, I suck him off to make it up to him, his fat thick cock fills my mouth, his precum spread through my tongue, he cums hard, thrusting into my throat. Then he rewarded me, spread me out on his desk and thrust into my dripping cunt, hard, painful, filling me to the hilt. I know I'm going to hell, I might as well just burn, so I let him use me however he wants. I take his cock without a word, spread for him anytime, until his daughter walks in on us.