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Ruthless Ex-Husband
Romance "Blue, let's talk." My husband responded coldly to me.
I smiled before answering "About what Sean?"
I was going to say something to him too but he got ahead of me so he will go first.
"I have something to tell you too, but you go first" when I offered to him.
He took something from the drawer and placed it on the table, he's giving me this cold look again.
"Sign this." I looked at the brown envelope before I took it.
Something is telling me not to open this, I nervously opened the envelope, and guess what i wasn't wrong.
A divorce paper.
I looked at Sean as if to indicate what this meant.
"Sign it." He pointed out the brown envelope.
"B-but why? What did I do?" I asked with a trembling voice.
"Blue, let's get over this, we didn't like it" he answered.
"I made a promise to Brianna" he took a ballpoint pen and placed it on the side of the brown envelope.
"Brianna huh? You really like women, what can I do?" I have to let go.
As for who would like someone like me, Sean was right.
There were tears in the corner of my eyes, I was looking at the divorce paper, thinking if I should sign this or no
Considering that he is a famous actor and owns a large company, how will Sean's fans react if they find out that his girlfriend is a man? They'll probably just bash him, his career means a lot to his family and to him.
Actually he is Sean Gilo Falva and I'm just a normal fan, Blue Carvaro.
"Before I sign it, can we hug you at least for the last moment?" I saw confusion in his eyes.
Why did I say we? Because I'm pregnant, I'm 2 weeks pregnant, I want to tell him not to throw away our future child.
"Sure..? I thought yo-"
"Nevermind that, I also forgot to tell you" I cut him off.
He nodded, you can still see the confusion in his eyes.
I smiled bitterly, I came to him and hugged him tightly, he hugged me back.
After that he signed the divorce paper.
I then packed my things and left the house, he was just outside the house, he's watching me leave.
I rubbed my tummy "sorry baby I can't do anything, your father doesn't want us so I'll hide you from him" I didn't realize I was crying, I wiped my tears before getting inside the car. Secret Relationship With My Teacher
Romance Good morning everyone I'm ma'am Cheska Marie Alfonso
23 years old major in math.
Are you the boys in the back room?
Jusko just stares at the five people as if they are about to eat a person,
What's your name Mr. I call in blue.
It looked at me from head to toe.
good right,
hot bro,
Is Nash a sexy new toy?
Yup, our new toy, smiling at the same time.
I heard their conversation so much that I was nervous and my knees were shaking.
New I'm new to teaching I guess I'm still unlucky I promised myself.
Ma'am Cheska, don't pay attention to them. They are gangsters. That's what one of my students said.
I came closer and bowed down. How many years have they been? That's their male person ohh I promise that it's almost a whisper.
They are 23, ma'am. They are going back and forth. They are their servants. We are here in the room and if we don't obey, we will be punished.
I was surprised by what he said, what kind of punishment will they award to their fellow students who are studying here.
What's the use of the teachers here if it's not even a name
Questions in my mind.
Excuse me miss hot
miss sexy
Miss wet
What the fuck
Don't stop yelling at us
Don't fight us anymore
Because next time all the boys inside this room our touch all the parts of yours hmmm let me try He said as he approached
Don't promise I'm in tears
Ok but next time taste it with a smile
They have come out since I apologized to my student
I picked up all my things and was about to leave
Ma'am please don't leave us Iwan ni Isa No one stays here since the opening. Until now, we haven't learned anything, they said.
They are poor. I was saddened by what I found out, but I'm afraid to stay here any longer.
Please miss cheska help us they promised at the same time
Little by little I nodded because of their smile The Killer Obssession
Romance "Who is the traitor to you?" I kindly asked the three men kneeling in front of me, I know them. they are the traitors in my company‚ even if I know the truth I want to ask them first, so it won't be boring.
"No one to speak?" I raised the gun I was holding and pointed it at the man in the middle.
"Sir" my staff called me but I ignored it.
"Sir" he called again.
"Sir! Sir Red is here!” shouted my staff, I immediately let go of the gun I was holding and ran out of the basement‚ fuck! what is he doing here?
"B-babe‚ what are you doing here?" I asked nervously, he turned to me with his two hands behind his back.
He approached me with a smile on his face, his smile. I know those smiles.
“Ouch!” I complained because he slapped me, he didn't slap me hard.
"What have you done Calix Damien?" he asked with raised eyebrows, making me swallow my own saliva.
Fuck! I'm a killer but I'm very afraid of our red.
"answer!" he shouted at me.
“Um—”
"Do you answer now?" he asked me with wide eyes.
"Didn't you say"
"Answer, that's the right answer. Now, you can go outside tonight!" he shouted at me and left in front of me, leaving me speechless.
“Fuck”
"Oh go ahead and swear, I'm going to lie in your mouth" he turned his gaze sharply at me.
I wanted to complain but I chose to keep quiet, fuck! what is wrong with our man and I'm so scared of him?
"You're nervous, sir, aren't you? Me too" my staff Aries whispered to me, even my staff are now afraid of him too You might like
HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love
Rabbit Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun.
Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos.
As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage.
The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice.
Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her. Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Rabbit Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit.
The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena.
This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone. After Betrayal, She Claimed Her Empire
Rabbit Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered.
Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak.
She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her.
Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears.
Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home." My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge
Rabbit The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand.
Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn.
She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back. I Signed the Divorce, He Lost Everything
Rabbit My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune.
For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me."
He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster.
He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous.
The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built. The Invisible Wife's Billionaire Revenge
Rabbit My world crumbled the day I held my death sentence in my hands. My husband, Sebastian, thought I was strong, a socialite wife who had "everything." He didn't know my body was already betraying me, just like he was.
At twenty-five, I was Catherine Vanderbilt, wife to a Manhattan titan, but my body was quietly giving up. A doctor's report confirmed it: critical kidney failure, a terrifying secret whispering through my veins. My marriage, a fragile dance of silence, felt like it was balanced on a knife's edge.
When I tried to talk about starting a family, Sebastian dismissed me as greedy, comparing me to his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Serena. Then, on our anniversary, a panicked call from Serena sent him rushing out, leaving me alone with my pain and the terrifying truth of my failing health.
He didn't come home, returning only to give me a diamond bracelet – a golden shackle. He made me sign an NDA, legally binding me to silence as he hired Serena, bringing her into our company. I found them in his office, Serena wearing an identical bracelet, openly flaunting our shared humiliation. During an elevator breakdown, he comforted her panic attack, ignoring my own terror. Later, Serena "accidentally" scalded my hand, and Sebastian rushed to her side, leaving me burned, invisible, and alone.
I was dying, yet he saw me as strong, while his ex, whose life he'd "broken," received all his care. How could he be so blind? How could I be so utterly dispensable?
After a fleeting night of intimacy, Serena's feigned suicide threat lured him away again. The next morning, my world crashed completely: my entire fashion collection, my soul's work, was stolen and leaked by Serena, using Sebastian's company cloud. As the betrayal hit, a sharp pain tore through my back, blood trickled from my nose, and I collapsed, utterly broken, while my stolen designs blazed across the screens. His Contract Bride, The Real Heiress
Rabbit I stepped from the taxi onto Manhattan's pristine curb, a naive farm girl from Montana. My mission: marry billionaire Julian Sterling for a contract. But my welcome was a trap; that night, I found myself in his bed, a drugged, vulnerable man clinging to me.
The Sterling penthouse became a gauntlet. Julian's mother and stepsister relentlessly tried to undermine my "charity case" facade, insulting, sabotaging, and humiliating me, making my true mission perilous.
Victoria tossed money into my breakfast. Stella set impossible tasks. Julian's friend, Vanessa, bribed me to leave and shamed me at a gala. Julian, cold and suspicious, demanded I "play the fool."
Each cruel prank fueled a quiet fury. It was infuriating to be dismissed, knowing secrets I held. Julian's unexpected vulnerability and my grandfather's mysterious will sparked deeper questions.
But I fought back. I shredded Vanessa's bribe, tamed a pop star, and outwitted Stella's sabotage, proving competence. Julian's disdain shifted to respect. This was now a battle for my inheritance, identity, and hidden truths. I Was His Wife, Now I'm His Ruin
Rabbit Sera stood at the altar, ready to renew vows with Lucas Sterling, a public declaration of their solid marriage. But in that holy silence, Lucas answered his phone, his voice booming, "Naomi? I'm coming." He then turned, eyes cold, declaring, "It's over," abandoning her mid-ceremony.
The crowd gasped. His family humiliated her, calling her "trash." He then cut off all her money, stranding her in a downpour. The cruelest blow: his sister revealed Lucas had gossiped about Sera's deepest trauma-a past kidnapping-mocking her belief he was her savior.
This betrayal shattered Sera's loyalty, replacing pain with cold rage. How could he expose that secret? And why did powerful Julian Thorne appear, whispering, "I've known who you are for a long time," as if privy to her past?
With her last attachment severed, Sera pulled out her encrypted phone. Her voice chilling, she commanded, "Target Sterling Supply Chain. Initiate Phase One: Disruption." Her counterattack had begun. Abandoned Wife, Billionaire Revenge
Rabbit My husband promised me forever, but gave me endless lies. On our anniversary, I found his secrets on social media, exposed by his mistress. He didn't just break my heart; he broke my entire world.
Seraphina sat alone in her opulent mansion, preparing their anniversary dinner, feeling the suffocating weight of her cold, hollow marriage.
An Instagram post from Tiffany Sloan then brazenly revealed Harrison's hand at a romantic dinner, shattering his flimsy excuses and exposing his blatant infidelity.
The betrayal turned Seraphina's despair into cold resolve. He gaslighted her, dismissed her pain, and reminded her she was "nothing." He chose his mistress over her dying brother, caused her to break an ankle, and finally abandoned her on a desolate street corner, stripped of dignity.
How could she have sacrificed her entire violin career for a man who so casually discarded her? Under that bridge, her foolish love died, leaving only a fierce desire for reclamation.
Shivering and alone, a faded flyer for a violin teacher caught her eye. It was a defiant whisper of her old self, a promise: Seraphina Vanderbilt was gone, and a new Seraphina was finally free. 
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