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Get the APPHis Betrayal Her Revenge Seducing Jonn Condex
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I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to get a divorce, Mark," I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time-even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.A couple of days ago, I was typing away on my laptop when a knock arrived at the door.
"Come in," I responded without even raising my head from what I was doing.
The person at the other end heard me and walked in, then tentatively shut the door behind them.
"Typing still?" the very familiar voice inquired with a smile, which made me raise my head from the laptop.
"Yup, just trying to get this report out. But I'm glad you're here." She walked over to my work area and sat on the visitor's chair, never taking her eyes away from the yummy personality that was across from her.
"I've already told you not to be sitting there again. Move over!" I commanded the moment her ass landed on the chair.
"Somebody may walk in," she panted, looking at the door.
"That's my concern. Come to Daddy," I waved for her to come sit with me where I was.
Covering her blush, Bonnie got up slowly and approached me. I got her to sit on my lap and, at once, I wrapped my palms around her face and began kissing her. It was soft, fervent, and would have gone on a little longer if Bonnie hadn't pulled away.
"Someone might come in," she said.
"So?"
"Are you that shy of me?"
"No baby, I just do not want problems. Literally all the women in this building have crushes on you. I genuinely do not want my name in their mouth for gossiping."
A weak smile crossed my lips. "Since when did you start caring about what others think?" I untucked her top from her skirt and inched my way slowly down the back of her top, toward her breasts.
"I don't. I just don't like the attention."
"You don't like the attention and yet you're in love with J'onn Condex? Hm!
"Don't do it in my face." She smiled, and the smile dissipated into a soft moan.
"Easy," she said, trying to keep the blush from her face.
"You don't like this?" I pressed harder on her nipples.
"I do. My breasts have just been so sensitive lately. So any touch on my nipples gets to my head."
Even before I was able to say another word, I raised her top, dropped her bra, and latched on her left nipple while stroking it with my right hand. I sucked like a famished baby who has been denied his most favorite.
"J'onn!" She groaned softly, straining so hard to suppress her voice. Bonnie didn't know when she placed her hands on my head, guiding me well to suck her tits. As much as she didn't want to believe it, she liked the pain pleasure she was feeling there.
"F**k, yes!"
"J'onn," she breathed the moment I was slipping her legs apart the way she was sitting on my lap.
"Don't lie to me and say you've started being scared again," I whispered, returning my lips to her nipples as I adjusted her panties to bikini line high.
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His Betrayal, Her Revenge: Seducing J'onn Condex
"You still taste like sin," he growled, his lips brushing her ear. Bonnie's breath hitched as his fingers slid beneath the hem of her silk blouse, grazing the lace beneath. "Careful, J'onn," she whispered, her hips pressing into his thigh. "The last time you touched me like this, I ended up with m/0/85369/coverorgin.jpg?v=0872952bf9220b1a280dd03e133c43c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Burning Revenge
The leather seats of the Rolls-Royce were cold against my bare skin, just like the emptiness inside me after another stolen encounter with Ethan Vance. I was Scarlett Hayes, a sharp fashion designer, entangled with a tech billionaire, a genius admired by the world. But tonight, the usual rush was/0/85782/coverorgin.jpg?v=b550975b6e75867bd41cdfa1f285cf5c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Blinding Revenge
The last thing I remembered was the blinding glare of headlights. When I woke, my world was darkness and pain, my hands - my tools - shattered. My fiancé, Liam, the city's celebrated neurosurgeon, became my rock, his voice a soothing balm. He claimed the drunk driver was caught, our unborn son Leo/0/81358/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4b62bb2a3b74eaf2e7689b49d21051a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Casual Betrayal, Her Calculated Revenge
The email from the estate manager shattered the calm of my curated life. It announced unauthorized use and damage to my Hamptons beach house, the one my family built generations ago. Then I saw the photos: my custom garden, a year in the making, utterly destroyed. And worse, a priceless Brancusi/0/89986/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1cf80c4522686d801be17bdd7357981&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cruelest Betrayal, Her Sweetest Revenge
For ten years, my billionaire husband Jaydan paid for my brother’s life-saving medical treatments. I was a paramedic, and he called me his angel for saving his life long ago. But when I rescued a dying child from a fire instead of his socialite best friend, Ariana, the angel fell. He cut off my bro/0/85345/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a2b9bee9b6f2f8c24d759303589efd4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Freedom
The ripping sound was louder than any wedding bell, tearing not just my custom gown, but the perfect façade of my wedding day. My fiancé, Liam, rushed past my ruined dress to console his childhood friend, Brittany, who lay sprawled at my feet, feigning shock. "It' s just a little tear, Chloe. Don/0/86147/coverorgin.jpg?v=67a8518d46e5f2141043082a132a7ddc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Liberation
Our marriage was a battlefield, and the whole city had front-row seats. For five years, Chloe Davis and Mark Stone were New York City' s most famous train wreck, a story of pure animosity that sold magazines and fueled gossip columns. They said we hated each other. They were right. I had married/0/80848/coverorgin.jpg?v=5da208e71bdfcbffe72b2279a809315c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Championship
Sarah, a dedicated support for her university esports team, Alpha Squad, poured her heart into winning alongside her star-fragger boyfriend, Ethan, dreaming of a championship title together. Late one night, her world shattered when she accidentally overheard Ethan on Discord, cold-heartedly plotting/0/80495/coverorgin.jpg?v=29e5dfcea274ceed45405d91e13c3cca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Empire
For seven years, I poured my passion, my dreams, and every spare cent into our future, believing Jackson and I were building something real. Then, his engagement party to socialite Blair Kennedy became front-page news, exposing the truth about the "sentimental" cubic zirconia ring he’d given me. The/0/85343/coverorgin.jpg?v=91b950463a51cf446d8e16d681c402be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Betrayal, His Rebirth
The memory was a ghost that never left my apartment. It played on a loop: Sarah, glowing on screen, cheering fans, my game "Aetheria" about to launch. "Five more minutes, baby," she' d whispered, "And the world will see what a genius you are. I' ll make sure of it." I believed her. I poured every/0/83729/coverorgin.jpg?v=dbfbfdcd437b2c539f4c650773d18821&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Breakthrough
He was my Liam, my childhood sweetheart, the one who knew every detail about me, including my life-threatening nut allergy. We were the town' s golden couple, our future an unspoken fact. Then Chloe arrived, his "new girl," and he threw her a lavish party at his family's lake house. The heavy scen/0/81355/coverorgin.jpg?v=97ed0e5fd9296cb97b16f632a6e65d6a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Bloom
For centuries, I, Elara, the ancient Guardian of Redwood Creek, tied my very soul to the immense Patriarch redwood, silently protecting the Harrison family through a pact they barely understood. James Harrison, the family heir, once seemed to respect my beloved tree and me, showing a youthful kindn/0/86226/coverorgin.jpg?v=c05baa9d67eca0390f116a3d8084fae6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Unveiling
The plane descended, and a familiar sense of accomplishment swelled in me. Three months of hotel rooms and construction sites were finally over. I' d just closed the biggest deal of my architectural career in Tokyo, and now, all I could think of was Liam. It was his birthday, and my early return was/0/86629/coverorgin.jpg?v=4988190006336a405f41e6d6528570a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Rebirth
My career as a marketing strategist was unstoppable. Then Chloe Davis walked in, a new hire with a smile too bright and a chilling claim: "I'm a reborn person." She started "predicting" disasters-a major client product failure, a restaurant fire-events that strangely came true, catapulting her to/0/24391/coverorgin.jpg?v=2fd216294d856235a60920c6845bc926&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Revenge: Making her his
Stefano Rossi, a multi-billionaire and the CEO of a company. He'd planned his revenge on the smith family, for what they did to him, years ago. Kevin Smith and his parents had duped him of his money when they were still business partners. And he planned on executing his revenge on their sweet, inno/0/79047/coverorgin.jpg?v=f481ee7915a818926c0abeffed1a84aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Love, Her Revenge
She wanted revenge. She never meant to fall for the man she was supposed to destroy. After losing everything in a scandal that shattered her family, Ava Sinclair rises from the ruins with one mission - to take back her power and bring down the empire that crushed her father's name. Cold, brilliant,/0/23271/coverorgin.jpg?v=204cef5ea9bd4110a0f1f506ffb37f13&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His revenge, Her Entanglement
Jeremy Ace, A young man who lives alone in an deserted hill in Houston Texas. He was only 28 when his wife and only son were murdered right in his face by his boss named Greg who was an arms dealer. Ace happened to have unveiled an evil plan which his boss was asked to carry out, Greg was to deli/0/94133/coverorgin.jpg?v=15553ead236a3a4700054376b6b11ad3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, My Mafia Revenge
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother’s pregnant mistress’s feet, I knew my marriage was over. He moved her into our home under the guise of “family duty,” forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows. The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately brok/0/66845/coverorgin.jpg?v=7538299725989b093f3f0a8db1a623d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Regret: Her Revenge
I flinched as his breath fanned my face, my body trembled in his arms. This was the chance, but was I scared? His eyes affected me in so many ways, as they held grief, pain and regret. Our stare was our way of communicating. It was intended, emotional and agonizing. I was hiding the knife behind me/0/85691/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b57ae5b8c3c21dcdc88c3017b4da597&imageMogr2/format/webp)
