The Dons Heir A Campus Underworld

Sir, She's Gone With Their Daughter And Never Returns

Leanora Tanouye

My four-year-old daughter was dying of leukemia, waiting desperately for a bone marrow transplant. I begged my billionaire husband to just call the registry or visit her, but he claimed he was too busy with board meetings to care. Until the hospital informed me that my daughter's life-saving bone marrow had been suddenly reallocated to another patient. When I walked down the VIP hallway, I found my husband. He wasn't at a board meeting. He was gently peeling an apple, playing the loving father to his widowed mistress's daughter. When my pale, sick daughter called out for him, he instinctively stepped back in disgust. I later discovered the mistress had bribed the hospital to swap the registry numbers, stealing my daughter's marrow for her own child. When I demanded a divorce, my husband laughed in my face. "You haven't worked a day in four years. You're a purchased asset. You don't get to walk away." He threatened to freeze my accounts, assuming I would be starving on the streets and begging to come back. His family and the mistress publicly mocked my background, waiting for me to be utterly humiliated. They thought I was just a useless, penniless housewife who relied entirely on his last name to survive. They didn't know I never needed a single cent of his money. I packed my bags, took my daughter, and made a single phone call. Three days later, at his family's elite banquet, my husband waited to see me beg. Instead, the most powerful corporate magnate in North America walked right past him, bowed to me at a perfect ninety-degree angle, and spoke. "Welcome back to the throne, Madam."

Billionaires Cold love Divorce Arrogant Drama Hidden Identities Billionaire

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Liam O'Grady is bored.

He looks down at the naked woman on her knees before him, a sophisticated socialite he has been shag*ing for a few months now. She is doing a very good job, he thinks, as she wriggles her skinny butt and looks up at him, begging for his approval.

She has been a good little sub, he reflects as she sucks him hard, his thick member making her gag but she keeps on valiantly.

And also because Liam has his large hand clamped on her head, holding her in place, unable to move.

Her pale behind is streaked with red, welts that his brother has laid across the skinny butt of the submissive they share.

Finn St Just is a man who loves to mark his submissives, spanking them, using his belt on them...

When she shudders, unable to breathe, Liam strokes her head and she continues happily. As he empties his load into her willing mouth, it's more of a physical reaction. The desire is not there.

With a sigh, he rises, smiling indulgently as she scrambles to her feet and grabs his arm, gasping,

"Heath will be out during the weekend, Master. Shall we go somewhere?"

She's referring to her husband, the unfortunate Heath Douglas, who is unaware that his beautiful socialite wife is cuckolding him bigitme.

Or maybe he knows.

Liam O'Grady shrugs his powerful shoulders indifferently.

She bats her lashes coyly and adds,

'Master Finn could come too if you wish."

The woman who had been s*cking his c*ck with such enthusiasm has been his submissive for the past few months. And yes, of course, the sub he has shared with his half-brother, Finn St Just.

They met at a kink club which Liam occasionally visited with his brother Finn St Just. The brothers have a habit of getting one woman to pleasure them. Both of them.

Not something all women would be agreeable to, Finn had growled in his dour fashion but there have always been takers.

These days, however, Liam has felt that he wants something more than a submissive who gets onto her knees the minute he flicks his finger.

He's growing old, last month he turned thirty, he thinks pensively, scratching his powerfully muscled chest. And Finn, who is older by a year, also looks bored occasionally.

Liam sighs; he wants, a small part of him, wants a home, a real woman...

A woman waiting for him, and his brother of course; a home with kids...maybe?

He stops there, a cynical smile on his face.

Any woman he took as his wife would have to agree to be shared with Finn. His half-brother.

In bed.

That's the code between them.

His mother, Maggie had drilled it into him when he was a kid and Finn, older than him by a year, sat across the table, morose and dull, with his mop of dark golden hair.

'You SHARE everything with your brother, Liam O'Grady," she had said firmly, her hands on her large hips, her lovely face, creased in fat but still the kindest face ever, scowling at him. That was because on that occasion, he had refused to share his slice of shepherd's pie with Finn.

A hard knock on his head, a few harsh words and order was restored. His two-year-old self had agreed to his mother's diktat.

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