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Dangerous desires

Dangerous desires

"She's too young, she's too naive, she's my friend's daughter, she's a virgin, she's innocent. she's everything I shouldn't want yet everything I've ever wanted!" Luca is a twenty-four old billionaire who has lived nextdoor to seventeen year old Lily and loved her forever. Even after escaping Italy for many years, demons from his past still reminds him of the sexual and physical abuse he suffered as a boy and a teenager making him DARK! He never lacked women to warm his bed but the moment Lily is about to turn eighteen, the only thing he craves is her in his bed, but she's too young! and he's too bad for her. He discovers the only way to kill his dangerous desire is to ignore her... still she's the object of his wildest fantasy! Lily is constantly rejected by Luca making her question her self worth. What happens when Luca find out the urges are mutual and he is due to return to Italy to settle some scores. Will he leave New York knowing he's eterna is a hot virgin that can bring any man to his knees in just three seconds? Or will Luca damn the consequences and give in to the sinful temptation threatening to consume them both even when he knows it will be their downfall! When love, betrayal, secrets, lies, lust, rejection and heartbreak comes to play, will Lily and Luca love blossom or will it wither away as if it never even existed? This is a love that will make you cry, and make you laugh. A love story that will definitely change you. So grab your popcorns and start reading! Don't forget to support me with your reviews and gems.
His Arrogance, Her Quiet Revenge

His Arrogance, Her Quiet Revenge

My husband, Ethan Hayes, was a powerful, arrogant man, openly flaunting his mistress, Chloe Vance. Everyone pitied me, the quiet, obedient wife, living in his shadow. But they had no idea. Every humiliation, every cruel dismissal, every moment of neglect was a calculated step in my secret, desperate plan. I married Ethan for one reason: to have a child. Not his child, but Caleb's. Caleb, his identical twin, the man I loved more than life itself, tragically taken too soon. Ethan was merely a vessel, a living replica of my soulmate. When that pregnancy test turned positive, my mission was complete. I filed for divorce, expecting his usual dismissiveness. He waved me off, telling me to "handle it," too consumed with Chloe's trivial demands. He even pushed me down the stairs when Chloe falsely accused me, leaving me bleeding, gasping for our baby. But the final straw came when Chloe, with Ethan' s blessing, shattered a small, invaluable snow globe-Caleb's last, unfulfilled gift to me. He thought my tears, my quiet "devotion," my carefully curated items were for him. He never saw the truth, never understood his own arrogance blinded him to the woman he truly possessed. How could he? His ego was too vast. So, when the divorce was finalized, I called him. "I never loved you, Ethan," I told him, each word a shard of ice. "You were just a means to an end. The child I carry is Caleb's legacy, not yours." I walked away, leaving him and his empty world behind, to start anew in San Francisco, with Caleb's child, and finally, my own freedom.
The Discarded Wife's Return

The Discarded Wife's Return

Our crystal chandeliers glittered in our San Francisco mansion. It was our tenth anniversary party, a celebration of a decade of my supposedly perfect marriage. Then, Richard stood by the grand staircase, his arm around a visibly pregnant woman I didn’t recognize. Jessica Wang, his new PR manager, beamed, placing a hand on her belly. His voice, smooth and practiced, silenced the room as he announced, “Emily and I are expecting!” The ensuing wave of murmurs and Jessica’s proud smile clarified the brutal truth. The humiliation was immediate and public. But nothing compared to the depths of his callous disregard that followed. He forced me to move into a guest room, demanded I cater to his mistress's whims, and even stepped over me when I collapsed from a heart attack. The ultimate betrayal came when he *forced* me, with my rare O-negative blood and congenital heart defect, to undergo a medically dangerous blood donation – for *her*. My life force, my very existence, was merely a disposable convenience for his new family. I was supposed to be a devoted wife, yet how could the man I spent ten years with be so utterly monstrous, so devoid of basic humanity? But as I lay weak in the hospital, gasping for air, a quiet defiance ignited within me. With my meticulously accumulated 'freedom fund,' and the unwavering clandestine support of a loyal friend, I knew this wasn't just an escape. I was going to dismantle his meticulously built empire, piece by excruciating piece, finally reclaiming my life.
She Played Dirty: The MIL Who Met Her Match

She Played Dirty: The MIL Who Met Her Match

Sarah was a calm, capable project manager, often jokingly called a "MIL Whisperer" by her friends. She prided herself on being a "domestic diplomat," adept at navigating the trickiest family dynamics. This was her fourth marriage, and she felt well-prepared for any mother-in-law challenges. What Sarah didn't fully realize was the scale of the battlefield she had just entered. Her new husband, Michael, came with a notorious mother, Brenda. This woman had systematically destroyed his previous two marriages, framing one ex-wife for her business's collapse and the other for a manufactured addiction, all to assert absolute control over Michael. Brenda began her campaign of terror immediately. At a "welcome to the family" BBQ, she served Sarah a malicious "artisanal slider" packed with an insane amount of habanero peppers and salt, a public trap. Later, Sarah discovered Brenda had planted a hidden nanny cam in her master bedroom, mirroring the psychological warfare used against former daughters-in-law. Most women would feel overwhelmed, targeted, and utterly helpless by such calculated malice. But Sarah wasn't most women. She had faced worse, and she knew Brenda's every move was a performance, a deliberate attempt to shame and break her. This wasn't just a personal attack; it was a project. Brenda wanted to play dirty with cameras and public humiliation? Fine. Sarah decided to show Brenda exactly how deeply that game could be played, ready to strategically use Brenda's own tactics to dismantle her carefully constructed empire of control.
The Billionaire Heiress's Cold Revenge

The Billionaire Heiress's Cold Revenge

The sterile hospital walls closed in on me, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor a cruel reminder of the life I' d just lost. My late-term miscarriage had torn a gaping hole in my world. Reaching for my phone, I desperately needed to hear my husband Matthew' s voice. But then I saw it: Matthew' s new Instagram post. A tiny, perfect footprint, emblazoned with the caption, "Welcome to the world, little angel. Dad will always protect you." My world shattered anew. When I finally reached him, he was impatient, dismissive, and with Maria-his former intern-and their newborn, in the same hospital. He told me to "be strong," then commanded, "Don't let the one that's gone compete for attention with the one that's here." His words echoed, a cruel, mocking testament to my desolation. My own parents, his parents, and our entire social circle pressured me to accept his twisted lie – that it was just IVF, a "life debt." The final straw came at a lavish party meant to celebrate his new "family." His mistress, Maria, gloated, admitting their baby was conceived "the old-fashioned way" during a drunken company retreat. Then, she screamed, faking a scare, and Matthew slapped me across the face in front of everyone. In that moment, the grief, the pain, the confusion vanished. Only ice remained. I walked out of that house, his signature on divorce papers in hand, and called Ethan Scott, my childhood friend and Matthew' s biggest rival. "Marry me," I said, "I'll give you controlling shares of Jenkins Construction. All I want is for you to help me ruin Matthew Roberts."