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MAFIUSO'S LOST LOVE

MAFIUSO'S LOST LOVE

"You said you fucking Love me, Yeah?" He clutched my hair in his deadly tight gripped. "Then show me how fucking your damn glossy mother-fucking pink pussy lips craved for my attention when I wasn't at home" Ethan bellowed in my ears, his hot minty breath licked my earlobe before a pang of pleasure hit throughout my whole body. "I'm not a man whom you consider me to become, I'm an asshole. Heartless killer" He hissed "I won't kiss on your fucking forehead when I came back from work like any other fucking-happily-in-love-man" He dropped his hands down 'there' under my fully soaked panties and poked my cunt aggressively "I want you, sitting in a hallway, whilst waiting for my arrival, with spread legs and showing off your creamy pussy for me on full display" He caressed his wet fingers coated in my own thick cum on my lips. "And" He smiled sinisterly when his tough rough and giant hands cupped my round boobs tenderly, pinching yet circling my now wide awaken perky rose-pink nipples through his thumb "I want your boobs sagging and bowing down in respect when I return from work" He whispered Huskily... "GOT IT, my fucking slut?" He tucked loose strand behind my ear softly and left the room before throwing his earth-shattering wink on my way... --------------- Warning: This book is not what you have already read on wattpad, it will contain a lot of harsh languages, mature contents, abusive sex plots... Highly recommend for 18+ "ALL RIGHTS RESERVED"
My Fairytale Was A Cruel Lie

My Fairytale Was A Cruel Lie

I was the scholarship kid at Westbrook University, dating the star quarterback, Gage Barton. Everyone on campus thought I was living a fairytale, the brilliant girl from the wrong side of the tracks who had captured the prince's heart. My roommate, Cayden, was my best friend, the one I trusted with all my secrets. But my fairytale was a lie. My prince was a cruel narcissist who saw me as his pet project, and my best friend was a snake who secretly slept with him, seething with jealousy over everything I had earned. Their betrayal culminated in an act of pure evil. Using my own laptop, Cayden permanently deleted my entire thesis-one hundred and twelve pages of research that represented my only ticket out of their world. My future was gone in a single click. When I confronted them, they laughed. "It's just a stupid paper," Gage sneered, accusing me of deleting it myself to save face. They stood together, a united front of privilege and cruelty, believing they had finally broken me. But they were wrong. I calmly walked over to Cayden's desk, where her own laptop was open, her final project displayed on the screen. Next to it sat a full glass of water. I picked it up and poured it directly onto the keyboard. The screen sparked, then went black. As she shrieked in horror, I repeated his words back to her, my voice cold as ice. "It's just a stupid project. Why are you making such a big drama out of it?"
The Price of Family, The Cost of Love

The Price of Family, The Cost of Love

The university acceptance letter, a full scholarship, felt like my ticket out of our forgotten town. I was Chloe Davis, and for eighteen years, I' d studied, dreamed of this escape. But when I showed it to my father, Robert, his eyes didn' t gleam with pride, but with a calculating hunger I knew too well. He announced a "celebration," but it was no party-it was a twisted auction. Middle-aged men, reeking of stale beer, assessed me like livestock, stuffing cash into my father' s pockets as he paraded me around. A churning dread solidified in my gut: I was the prize. My mother, Susan, stood by, a ghost of a smile plastered on her face, turning away when my eyes pleaded for help. When I tried to escape Frank Miller' s sweaty grip, my father' s fury erupted. "Smile, Chloe," he hissed. "Don't you dare embarrass me." Later, for a piece of pie, he backhanded me across the face, leaving me bleeding and dizzy on the kitchen floor. My mother' s only reaction was a sigh of annoyance before she followed him, leaving me in the dark. Lying there, the truth hit me: their "love" was a lie; I was merely a commodity. Then, from their bedroom, I heard it-the monstrous plot. "Frank wants to marry her… a fifty-thousand-dollar 'dowry.' Enough for Kevin's wedding." "She's a good girl, deep down. She just needs to understand that this is for the good of the family. It's her duty." My entire life, my body, my future, sold to an old man to pay for my cousin' s wedding and my father' s gambling debts. But the final dagger was my mother' s next whisper, my father' s rough affirmation: Kevin wasn't my cousin. He was my half-brother, my father' s illegitimate son with his sister-in-law, the golden boy for whom I had always been second, always sacrificed. Every childhood slight, every dismissal, every manipulation clicked sickeningly into place. They hadn't wanted me to succeed; they had kept me small, easy to sell. The girl who craved their love died on that cold kitchen floor. A cold, hard resolve took root: they had a plan for my future, a prison disguised as a marriage. But I had a plan too. They thought I was a compliant girl. They were about to find out how wrong they were.