Zebbie Zebbiee
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Tears Of A Mistress
Billionaires "Yes, let's say I fucking love it." he said making me smile.
We stayed in that position for a while and I shivered again for the second time. he changed our position so he was on top again. He put his hand on my side and moved freely on top of me.
"Ohhh! Fa-Faster please."
"I can't hear you, baby?" He was still teasing and slowed down his movement as he entered with full emphasis.
I held his seat to make him lean more.
"Alright, hurry up."
"Next, baby." he said and sped up again.
While he wasn't moving as fast as he was, he was relentlessly kissing my lips.
I like this. I want to give him everything. he is the man who made me feel strange feelings. I feel that I will be very hurt when he leaves me. So I will do everything to be the only woman for him.
We hugged each other and I was amazed by his last strength. I rested deeply and accepted the warm liquid he released from my insides.
We kissed again and smiled at each other. He pulled out his length and left on top of me. He stood next to me and hugged me so I leaned on his chest and closed my eyes.
"Flirt!"
I woke up when someone grabbed my hair so I winced in pain especially when it pulled me down on the bed.
"Suzanne!"
"You're an animal! You're an animal, Atreo!"
I was confused as I wrapped the blanket around my naked body. I looked at the woman who was beautiful, sophisticated, well dressed, and maybe the same age as Kuya.
"Suzane, please, don't come here."
I looked at both of them because I couldn't understand why the girl was crying.
The woman looked at me when I stood up. I was shocked when he slapped me so I held my cheek and looked at it. I can see his tears and anger on his face.
"You're flirtatious! You managed to hook up with my husband!"
I was almost pierced and couldn't breathe from what he said. Husband? Is Atreo his wife?
I looked at Atreo Ripler Alvarez. The guy I thought was single. The man I thought I could have.
"Grace, let me explain."
I cried and almost wanted to sink to the ground in my situation. I hate myself.
I ran outside with only a blanket covering my nakedness. I could hardly see the road because of my flooding tears that blurred my vision.
"You're flirtatious! You managed to hook up with my husband!"
"You're flirtatious! You managed to hook up with my husband!"
"You're flirtatious! You managed to hook up with my husband!"
What the woman said kept echoing in my mind.
I sat down on a rock and hugged myself as I continued to sob.
"You are nothing but a mistress, Grace." The Billionaire Wife
Billionaires "Candice, when's the orientation?" I asked when we got to the dorm.
"This afternoon, then tomorrow enrollment in the club you want then next day is the first day of classes and on Friday and Saturday try outs on the sports you want to join when intramurals are over. Because their intramurals are early here and they are prioritized They do it now. Don't you want to join the cheerleading squad? " I nodded.
"The try-outs are also on Friday. And believe me, they were very strict to the point that almost 50 tried outs but they only took three, that's what happened last year." I nodded.
"Let's eat first, before we go to the Auditorium." I just nodded again at what he said.
"What club are you in, Candice?" I asked, because he has been studying here since 7th Grade while I was just a transferee.
"Actresses and Actors, you? What club are you in?" He asked.
"Outcasts" I answered and it stopped.
"I trip to outcast so you stop." He sniffed at me.
"Are you sure you're in the outcasts, and not in the Groovers?" I shook my head.
"I would have loved the Groovers but I'd rather trip to the Outcasts." My answer.
"You're saying Damien Jefferson, which club is that?" I will ask.
"Of course it's The Bands, as usual. It's mostly men." I winced.
"Is that part of the Academy Basketball Team?" I will ask.
"Of course, that's the MVP. All-Time-MVP, since he joined the Basketball team, he's always been the MVP." He replied. A Royalty Kneeling For His Queen
Billionaires
"Eresh is my Queen as I am her King," I said, and I don't know whom I was trying to convince at this moment. Shielder chuckled. "I am her real King, Fourth."
"No..." I said while shaking my head. Damn this bloody wound! If not for this, I would snatch Eresh away from him! I don't care if Tracer gets angry, but I need my Queen beside me!
But I'm feeling so weak. My strength hasn't returned yet. I could only watch as Shielder held Eresh's waist. Eresh flashed me a smile. "You're used to it anyway. Being a pretend King."
Her words were like a thousand daggers piercing right through my chest where my heart is. It hurts to hear her say that. But I know her. Her eyes were telling me that she's lying right now. She's planning something again, and I don't like that she's doing it alone. I don't like the idea of her leaving me because of this plan.
"Kneel, Fourth. My Queen might consider staying with you." I will do everything just so she will stay with me. "Beg," Shielder said after I knelt on the ground.
I saw surprise in Eresh's eyes. See this, my Queen? I'm willing to do everything for you. "Eresh..."
I looked at her while kneeling on the ground. She might see me as someone so low, a royalty kneeling for his Queen. But damn it. I'm desperate.
"I'm never anyone's first choice. But I want you to choose me. Please..."
Thoughts flashed in my mind as I begged her to stay with me. My father who chose not to treat me as his child for this game. My mother who always followed what my father wanted. My butler who got married the moment I freed him. The EL Ordre that made me the King as bait. And Daphne who chose Apollo over me.
"Don't leave me. I'm begging you..."
If my father were to hear what I'm saying, he would punish someone important to me again. As a Von Amstel, we never beg. Still, Eresh left me that night. Enslaved By The Ceo
Romance There was a threat in his voice: "I have a proposal, so listen carefully."
He began, "I'm not going to sue you." It seems as though what he said has relieved me.
He said, "But you'll be my slave," and I froze.
I was even more shocked to hear, "My sex slave, rather."
You simply need to be my slave, Nathania, but if you don't want to, I won't throw you in jail and I'll give back your scholarship, so don't worry about that." He smiled.
He said, "I'll keep bringing charges against you. You'll go to jail. Your life will be ruined."
"Nathania, I don't mind if you call me evil. Agree if you don't want your life to go any worse. Be Nathania, my sex slave." You might like
Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father
Temple Madison I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires.
Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world.
My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets.
I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her.
The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money.
I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table.
"Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead." I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Jessica C. Dolan Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he's not letting me go. The Sterling Scandal: Married To The Uncle
C.D I was at my own engagement party at the Sterling estate when the world started tilting. Victoria Sterling, my future mother-in-law, smiled coldly as she watched me struggle with a cup of tea that had been drugged to ruin me.
Before I could find my fiancé, Ryan, a waiter dragged me into the forbidden West Wing and locked me in a room with Julian Sterling, the family’s "fallen titan" who had been confined to a wheelchair for years.
The door burst open to a frenzy of camera flashes and theatrical screams. Victoria framed me as a seductress caught in the act, and Ryan didn't even try to listen to my pleas, calling me "cheap leftovers" before walking away with his pregnant mistress. When I turned to my own family for help, my father signed a document severing our relationship for a five-million-dollar payout from Julian. They traded me like a commodity without a second thought.
I didn't understand why my own parents were so eager to sell me, or how Ryan could look at me with such disgust after promising me forever. I was a sacrifice, a pawn used to protect the family's offshore accounts, and I couldn't fathom how every person I loved had a price tag for my destruction.
With nowhere left to go, I married Julian in a bleak ceremony at City Hall. He slid a heavy diamond onto my finger and whispered, "We have a war to start." That night, inside his secret penthouse, I watched the paralyzed man stand up from his wheelchair and activate a screen filled with the Sterling family's darkest secrets. The execution had officially begun. Craving The Wrong Brother
Elysian Sparrow She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend.
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Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart.
But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong.
Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side.
Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him.
Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world.
What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story is strongly 18+.
It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters.
While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.
THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME
Mijaly After the divorce, she became the dream woman everyone longed for.
James Ferguson saved Zelda Liamson and always did whatever she asked, making sure she had everything she could ever want. Zelda thought it was true love. After five years of marriage, she realized she was nothing more than his favourite pet, while he was her whole world.
Then, the woman James truly loved came back, and Zelda demanded a divorce. James mocked her, saying, " You can't survive without me. What will you do without the Ferguson's name? "
But Zelda did run away and never looked back, receiving marriage proposals every day.
James lost his mind and returned, begging Zelda, "Please, come back to me. Give me another chance." His eyes were full of love and desperation. The Bride He Cast Away on Their Wedding Night
PageProfit Studio In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce."
For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom.
However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home-to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her.
Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good.
But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom? Too Late, Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now
Krystal Twelve years of love, loyalty, and promises-shattered in one gunshot moment.
Aria thought she knew what love meant: sacrifices, patience, blind faith in the man she'd called her fiancé for over a decade. But on Valentine's Day, with a gun pointed in their direction, Liam instinctively shielded his ex, Sophia-while Aria was left bleeding and invisible.
"You almost died!"
"And he didn't even look at me, Lili. He wrapped his arms around her like I was nothing."
Torn between heartbreak and dignity, Aria makes a bold move-marrying Liam's wealthy rival, Aiden Carter, in an impulsive act of revenge. But Aiden is more than a rebound. He's powerful, possessive, and unexpectedly protective-and he plays for keeps.
Now caught between a love that failed her, and a man who may demand more than she's ready to give. Aria's heart faces the ultimate reckoning.
Will she finally become someone's first choice-or lose herself trying? Kidnapped by the Cold-Hearted CEO: His Sweet Obsession
PageProfit Studio Ashley Carter never imagined her wedding day would end with her being kidnapped by a total stranger. Even more confusing? The man who took her, Charles Blackwood, claims she's his bride. But Ashley has never seen him before in her life.
Charles, a powerful and cold-hearted CEO, is used to getting what he wants-and now, he wants Ashley. Though she doesn't remember him, he's determined to make her his, body and soul. He showers her with relentless affection and overwhelming desire, leaving her no room to escape his grasp.
Ashley tries to resist his overbearing charm, but Charles is persistent. Every touch, every kiss, pulls her deeper into a world of passion and obsession. She may not know who he is, but he's about to make sure she never forgets him again.
But can love truly grow from such a twisted beginning? Or is she just a pawn in his dangerous game of desire?