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Master Brian's maid

Master Brian's maid

Jane lost her family when she was young, she was captured by adopters and sold to traffickers. While on the run, Jane ran into Brian, who helped her escape the traffickers. Brian hires Jane as his maid but on the other hand forces her to submit unconditionally to his requests. A week has passed, Jane has gradually adjusted to life in the Lawrence mansion. Jane is used to Brian's irritation and scolding, she will not think much and be sad about it, Jane'll spend her time making things out of shells, which Jane enjoys most in her spare time. But Brian did not let her go, he forced her to stay with him. Brian looked at Jane with a ghostly smile and said: “Take off your panties and come closer.” Jane shyly took off her panties, she slowly approached Brian's side. He saw this and ordered further: “Sit on my lap.” Jane walked over to Brian and sat on his lap. Brian looked at Jane inquiringly, he continued: “Take off your shirt.” Jane slowly unbuttoned each button on her body. Brian looked at Jane without taking his eyes off her, he pressed his face to Jane's, reached out his tongue and lightly licked her cheek. He moved his tongue skillfully and gently down Jane's small lips. Then Brian touched her most private place, he used his hand to gently massage it, causing Jane to moan softly, slowly in and out. Brian whispered in Jane's ear: "Do you like it?" Jane shook her head: "Please stop.". Brian heard Jane say that and immediately laughed out loud, he stopped for a moment and then bit her shoulder hard, causing Jane to scream in pain: “Ah…Please, stop, I was wrong.”
The Rejected Wife

The Rejected Wife

Elizabeth, a dreamy young woman mistreated by her father. She is the only girl in the Wolf family and should be protected by her father, but he doesn't have any affection for his daughter. Her fate is determined after the death of her mother; her father intends to sell her as revenge against his deceased wife. However, there is someone who cares for her. Her protector will arrange for someone in his own family to take care of her. Elizabeth strikes a deal with Jonathan Larson, the nephew of the Chief of the United States. Her uncle would never leave the daughter of his beloved deceased in the hands of someone bad, but unknowingly, that is exactly what he does. Elizabeth is sweet and intelligent, even though she is deprived of education, she receives help from her brother to acquire knowledge. But nothing she has learned from books prepares her for what is to come. She will have to prove that she is deserving of this marriage and of Jonathan's heart. She will fight against her father's lies to live this love. Jonathan will marry a woman he despises, and the lies told by his father-in-law will make him hate the woman who will be his wife. However, nothing stays hidden forever, and he will discover that Elizabeth possesses more virtues than he expected to find. It will be his turn to fight for their love. A romance inspired by the tale of Beauty and the Beast with a mafia backdrop, filled with action and breathtaking hot scenes. A story crafted to make the reader sigh, with the premise that forgiveness is the path to happiness.
Betrayed Heiress, Ruthless Redemption

Betrayed Heiress, Ruthless Redemption

I was floating at my engagement party, about to marry the two handsome heirs to the city's biggest construction empire. Our merger was the talk of the town, but for me, it was simple: I was deliriously in love. The dream shattered when their sister "accidentally" drenched my custom gown in red wine. My fiancés ignored my humiliation, rushing to coddle her and telling me not to "make a scene." Minutes later, from behind a half-open door, I overheard the truth. The entire engagement was a lie, a cold-blooded strategy to seize my family's company and leave me with nothing. They called me a "pathetic, drowned rat." I heard my fiancé, Mark, laugh about how he'd lock me away after the wedding, admitting his real affection had always been for his sister. Every shared promise, every tender touch, was just a move in their game. My heart didn't just break; it turned to ice. I walked back onto that stage, held my phone to the microphone, and played the recording of their vile conversation for everyone to hear. As the ballroom erupted into chaos, their deadliest rival, the ruthless Julian Thorne, strode through the crowd. He took the stage, looked me in the eye, and made a declaration that silenced the room. "They offered you a shared title for your inheritance," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I'm offering you a singular marriage for your nerve." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to an intense whisper meant for the whole world to hear. "Marry me, Clara, and we will grind them into dust together."
Wedding Day Betrayal

Wedding Day Betrayal

Eight years. That's how long I' d waited to marry Sarah. Our wedding day was absolute perfection, every detail meticulously planned, a dream finally realized. My mother, Maria, my biggest supporter, beamed as she watched us from the front row, a picture of warmth and boundless kindness. It was everything I' d ever wanted. But as Sarah raised her glass for the toast, a strange, strained sound, her voice wasn' t sweet. It was laced with an unimaginable ice. "To Maria," she declared, her gaze fixed with a chilling intensity on my beloved mother, "for murdering my partner, Officer Alex Chen." The lavish ballroom went utterly silent. My mother, Maria, gasped, collapsing onto the floor. Sarah stood there, no longer in her pristine white wedding dress, but starkly in her NYPD uniform, her voice flat, devoid of emotion: "Our eight years, Ethan? All a lie. A calculated lie to bring her to justice." Then, pure chaos erupted. Men in dark suits, clearly her accomplices, stormed in. They shattered our wedding, smashing every delicate dream, beating me back as I desperately tried to reach my fallen mother. My entire world, this beautiful wedding, had instantly transformed into a public nightmare. My kind, gentle mother, branded a cold-blooded murderer. How could the woman I loved, the woman I had trusted implicitly for eight years, do something so monstrous? Lies? A devastating setup? It felt like an impossible, cruel joke playing out before my eyes. Who was this terrifying stranger wearing Sarah' s familiar face? Days later, physically bruised and emotionally broken, the only beacon of hope in my despair was my childhood friend, Dr. Chloe Davis. She not only saved my mother but then handed me a cryptic USB drive. A ghost from the past, containing what she believed was the truth from Alex Chen himself. I knew then, with a resolve I hadn't realized I possessed: I would uncover every dark layer of this calculated deception, no matter the agonizing cost. My mother' s innocence, and the very foundation of my life, depended on me unraveling this devastating lie.
Goodbye, Jess, Hello, Genius

Goodbye, Jess, Hello, Genius

My apartment filled with the scent of roasted garlic, ready for a special night-wedding plans with my fiancée, Jess, and celebrating my big new research grant. But Jess was late. Really late. Her text claimed a "client emergency," yet when I called, a young intern named Ethan answered, a little too smooth, a little too casual, saying Jess was helping him set up his "new downtown loft." My stomach tightened. Then, his Instagram story blew my world apart: Jess, laughing freely, his arm draped around her, captioned, "Best mentor ever! #NewBeginnings." The next morning, Ethan showed up at our apartment, Jess absolutely beaming at his attention, oblivious to my stony silence. He brazenly flirted, and Jess, incredibly, defended him when I called him out. Then, in a cruel twist, Jess led him to my secure university lab where he "accidentally" fried my custom-built AI server-years of my critical research. Jess glanced at the smoking wreckage, then at me, dismissing it casually: "It' s just a server, Mike. Can' t you get a new one? Don' t be so dramatic." Seven years of my life, shattered by her lies, her cold indifference, and her shocking defense of the very person who destroyed my career. How could the woman I was about to marry be so utterly lacking in empathy, so blind to my worth, yet so willing to protect a scheming intern? It wasn't just betrayal; it was a complete erasure of everything we had built. That same day, I accepted a post-doc in Zurich, left our custom engagement ring on the coffee table, and emailed Jess: "I'm leaving. The engagement is off." My new life, finally free of the past, was about to begin.