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The Mute Bride's Secret Billionaire Contract

The Mute Bride's Secret Billionaire Contract

I woke up with a throbbing pressure behind my eyes and the taste of metallic champagne in my throat. Instead of my cramped apartment, I was draped in expensive silk under a ceiling the color of a storm cloud. A pear-shaped black diamond sat heavy on my finger, and a document on the nightstand confirmed my worst fear. I was married to Arnulfo Bond, the shipping magnate whose previous eight fiancées had all vanished or died in "accidents." My sister, Verity, had drugged me at the Met Gala and sold me to cover our father’s fifty-million-dollar debt. "You do this, or I pull the plug on Aunt Meredith," she warned me over a burner phone. Arnulfo didn’t look at me with lust; he looked at me like an auditor checking a spreadsheet for defects. He sealed the estate with titanium shutters, turning the mansion into a high-tech fortress. When a doctor saw the whip scars and cigarette burns on my back—reminders of the childhood abuse Verity never faced—Arnulfo realized I wasn't the pampered socialite he’d bought. I was a line item, a transaction, a mute girl trapped between a husband who treated me like property and a family that wanted me dead. I didn't understand how my own sister could be so heartless, or why Arnulfo was suddenly looking at my broken skin with a terrifying, possessive interest. But they all made a fatal mistake. They thought I was just a helpless victim. They didn't know I was "The Ghost," a forensic accountant for the SEC who lived on the dark web. As Arnulfo walked away, I opened a hidden terminal on my phone. I wasn't running anymore; I was infiltrating. I was going to find every cent of his blood money and use it to buy my freedom.
Auctioning Ava: A Billion-Dollar Betrayal

Auctioning Ava: A Billion-Dollar Betrayal

My husband, Ethan, the charming CEO of Hayes Innovations, and I were the picture-perfect couple at our anniversary gala. I wanted a sapphire necklace for our milestone, a glimmer of hope for my struggling family art gallery. But then Chloe Vance, Ethan’s young intern who always seemed to be by his side, started bidding against me, encouraged by his subtle chuckles. The room watched as I spent five million dollars to win, a public humiliation masked as a playful game. Months later, my family’s legacy was systematically crumbling, financial ruin orchestrated with surgical precision. Ethan just offered platitudes, his eyes holding that same unreadable amusement. Then came the clandestine auction notice, a venue filled with predatory energy. There, on a stage, stood Ethan and Chloe, beaming. A massive screen flickered to life, displaying my most intimate moments – 365 private photos and videos Ethan had taken throughout our marriage. "My beautiful Ava," he used to say. Now, my entire life was a public spectacle, being auctioned off for their amusement. I used every last dime of my emergency fund, then liquidated all my personal assets, even old family jewelry. But it wasn't enough. With the crowd's cruel laughter echoing, the auctioneer declared my funds officially depleted. Chloe, my husband’s protégé, then offered to pay the next bid, her sweet concern dripping with poison. The abyss opened beneath me. How could he, the man who vowed to cherish me, orchestrate such a public, cruel destruction? Why was this intern, always by his side, so eager to participate in this calculated torment? Was this his twisted revenge for a simple public slight, or something far deeper, a monster hidden beneath a charming facade? I walked away from the jeering crowd, not to hide, but to make a single, desperate call: "Code Nightingale. I need The Circle. Now."
The Billionaire's Bedwarmer

The Billionaire's Bedwarmer

Because of Reivea Polcas' manipulative and abusive stepmother, she is now in a situation she would never have chosen for herself. She is now the toy and bedwarmer of a wealthy and powerful man. A soft moan escaped from the mouth of Reivea when she felt the long, veiny, and thick c-ck sliding inside her womanhood. She slowly opens her eyes and faces the man on top of her. "Still hurts?" The man grinned. "Y-Yes, but I'll get used to it," she replied and closed her eyes again. She closed her eyes tightly as the man began to slowly fall. It still hurt for him even though they did it for the third time. It's like the man riding on top of him never gets tired. After a while, the man on her top started pumping so fast and rough inside her. He massaged her breasts and played with her nipples so she doesn't know where to turn her head because of the pleasure she feels right now. "Ahh.. H-Hellion! That's delicious, hmm.." the girl mumbled causing the boy to like it even more. "Fuck!" The man cursed. It just keeps pushing until it feels that the woman is close to the lab@san. "Ohh, S-t! I-I'm coming Hellion," said Reivea with wide eyes. Hellion played with her cl-t while pumping inside her so hard and rough. "Yeah! Yeah, baby! I'm near too! Shit! Ahh!" Helion said firmly as he pulled away. After some more hard thrusts, they both com. Hellion shot his semen inside the intimate area and slowly started thrusting. "H-Hellion, I'm tired. Please, it's okay first.." Reiv said weakly while Hellion's vibrating masculinity was still inside him. It still hasn't softened even after several rounds. The Hellion noticed that the girl was really tired. He knows why, for fucking sake, this is their 4th round! Because of this, he first filled Reiv's womanhood with semen before he pulled out his weapon with semen still dripping. Reiv fell on the bed like a wilted vegetable. His body was very tired and his knees were shaking. "Don't forget to take the pills, always, okay? You know, I love raw six." Hellion said as he grabbed a tissue. He wiped himself then looked at the girl on his back. "Spread your legs. I'll clean you," Hellion said authoritatively. Reiv followed suit. He was still a bit shy to do that. Hellion carefully wiped Reiv's womanhood. After that, the woman closed her legs and closed her eyes. "Good. I'll go, I'm going somewhere. If you're hungry, just cook downstairs. Everything you need is complete there," Hellion said before entering the bathroom. It only took a few minutes before he came out and got dressed before leaving the room. Reivea was now looking at the ceiling. If her gambling stepmom hadn't sold her to a gay manager of a bar and he in turn sold her to a man for a large sum of money, she wouldn't be in the situation she is in today. But somehow he is thankful because no one will oppress and mistreat him. There is a substitute. And it's her body That is the reason why she's here right now, why she became a billionaire's bed warmer.
Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

"Ryder, we... we can't do this. This is wrong," Bella gulped down with fear. "But it doesn't feel wrong, baby girl," Ryder announced as he tore her panties in one hard yank and thrust hard and deep into her wetness. "You feel like the only right one when I am inside you," he gritted out as he never stopped plunging into her. Bella and Ryder have been inseparable since childhood, their bond forged by their parents' deep friendship. But one night, their relationship takes a fiery turn, igniting a passion that neither of them can ignore. Bella knows she can't trust Ryder with her heart. He's the notorious mafia leader known for his "one and done" approach to women. Serious relationships have never been his style. But the longer she tries to resist, the closer she gets pulled toward him. Ryder isn't ready to let her go, either. He knows he wants her more than he's ever wanted anything in his life because one night was not enough after tasting the forbidden fruit. Determined and relentless, he's willing to cross any line to keep Bella in his life. As he unleashes his seductive charm and cunning tactics, Bella struggles to protect her heart from the one man who has the power to shatter it. Will Bella resist Ryder's magnetic pull and safeguard her heart, or will she succumb to the dangerous allure of the man she's known her entire life? Full of action, suspense, and thrillers. 18+ detailed sexually explicit content, B D S M, Forbidden, Mafia Billionaire Romance
Queen of Vengeance: Eleanor's Reign

Queen of Vengeance: Eleanor's Reign

Eleanor Vance, the quiet matriarch of the powerful Vance family, cherished her secluded cottage life, preferring peace to the family' s lavish estate. Her son, Michael, CEO of Vance Holdings, fiercely adored her, his protective loyalty legendary. But on the night of Michael' s extravagant engagement gala, his fiancée, Tiffany, stumbled upon Eleanor' s home. Mistaking the esteemed matriarch for a "vagrant," Tiffany, fueled by cruel arrogance, unleashed a shocking assault. She brutally murdered Eleanor' s loyal housekeeper, Sarah, and then turned on Eleanor herself. Eleanor was beaten, her hair savagely cut, her limbs broken, and her lips grotesquely stitched shut. Then, she was stuffed into a canvas bag and brought to the gala. Unknowing of its contents, and in a blinded rage over a perceived insult to his mother, Michael kicked the bag and ordered the "vagrant" disposed of-thrown to the estate's ferocious Dobermans. How could her own son unknowingly condemn her to such a horrific fate? The searing pain of her body was nothing compared to the agony of his unknowing betrayal, born from a twisted, protective rage. But when Michael confronts the horrific truth in the kennels, realizing the "vagrant" is his beloved, mutilated mother, his world shatters. This revelation unleashes a vengeance so dark and absolute it will consume all involved, forever altering the fate of the Vance empire and forging an unexpected queen.
I'm The Legal Wife

I'm The Legal Wife

Jayzee was already at the office at seven o'clock Monday morning. His whole family was not there yet because their flight back was just now. He did nothing all weekend but watch sports on the cable channel and swim in the pool. he was not in the mood to go to the club so he stayed at the condo for those two days. For the first time in his adult life, I think he had some 'me' time. He was still far away when he saw the bright light near his room. he saw Anikka sipping her coffee while looking at the screen monitor and her back leaned on her swivel chair. He thinks it's getting better every day. He also noticed that he had lost his innocence and that his gaze was no longer as intense as before. "Good    morning,"    he greeted her. It seemed that he was surprised by his appearance which he did not expect because it was still early. "Good morning," he greeted back. "Coffee?" offer it to him. He sat on the edge of her table and smiled. "Would you allow me to sip on your coffee cup?" he asked. Every time he attracts her, she quickly makes an excuse to avoid it. But he will not allow it to be just like that. As time goes on, he is more and more challenged by this woman who doesn't seem to care about his charisma. "No," he answered quickly making him smile even more. "Why not?    I don't have a contagious disease." "I'll just make you," he answered. But before he could stand up, he took the papercup and brought it to his lips. "Iced coffee in the morning?" he frowned as it must have been cold. He immediately placed the glass on the table. "I prefer cold," he replied. He waits for the girl to take it to drink. Maybe he was embarrassed so he was forced to take a sip again. "Now you just tasted my lips, sweetheart," he said smiling while still holding the glass. He also saw the reddening of her face. "How does it taste?" "Coffee taste," he just shrugged his shoulders and focused his eyes on the screen again. he was even more irritated by her reactions. He quickly stood up and headed to his office. "We'll talk about my schedule today, Anikka," he said while walking. In less than five minutes, he entered his office holding a ballpoint pen and some folders. he stood up and sat on the edge of the table in front of it. "What's my schedule for today, sweetheart?" "You only have three meetings today because Mr. del Mundo suddenly canceled yesterday," he answered. "Yesterday was Sunday, Anikka." "He called at my number," he answered, making her frown even more. "He's calling you off office hours?" He gave Anikka a company phone for her to use. he lost his mind that clients would use to call him even when he was out of work. "Just to cancel the meeting today," he immediately explained. "Is Oliver calling you often?" he immediately asked, referring to the supplier who was often now in front of his table. "Sort of." He shrugged his shoulders again. He cursed the secret. "Add to my schedule later my visit to Zenclub at six o'clock," he said and returned to the swivel chair. "You're going with me," he added. "It's not during work hours, Jayzee," he denied as she expected. he ignored it but started to open the folders he was carrying. "You will take the minutes of the meeting from now on," he also ordered that his father's secretary used to do. "You'll be with me at the conference room later." "Suddenly, I guess?" it said with a smile. He, on the other hand, frowned in annoyance at the thought of always talking to Oliver when he was not in the office. "That's part of your job as my secretary. I didn't just give birth to you right away because you were new." "Okay, boss," he seemed to be teasing him because he was still smiling while he was serious. "Do you need anything else?" "I need a coffee," he said without looking at the girl. "Hot or cold?" it asked. he looked at her and saw that she was amused by the visible annoyance in him. "I don't drink cold coffee, sweetheart." He stared at it intently. "I want it as 'hot' as you." He emphasized the last word but she still didn't react. He disappeared into his office for a while before he returned with a cup of coffee. "Here's your hot coffee, sir," he teased. He stood up and met her. "Is this as hot as you?" he asked comfortingly and purposely took her hand as he handed her the cup. If he thought he would be alone in the teasing, he was mistaken. And if that Oliver thinks that he will be ahead of the girl, he is also mistaken. he's not Jayzee Albano if other men can outdo him. "You decide," he replied while waiting for her to sip the coffee to answer his question. "I can't decide yet," he said after taking a sip. the truth is that he was slightly burned because the coffee was still hot. But he has to stand by what's in his mind. "Why not?" it seems like a challenge to him.