Sweet Temptations: My lover, My Ex's Father
“When I pictured what today would look like, it never involved me standing here, alone at the alter, humiliated, as the prying eyes of guests etched at me like daggers and hushed whispers rose amongst them, with the collective gasps of disbelief. And worse, the whole world was watching this LIVE on every local news channel”.
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Hi my name is Clarissa, and my perfect fairytale just turned into a public nightmare.
One night before my wedding, I was drugged and woke up in a strange place. Confused, late, and barely holding myself together, I still showed up in my gown, ready to marry the man I loved.
Only to be left standing at the altar. Alone. Humiliated and Live on every local news channel.
But that's not even the cherry on top.
The real heartbreak? Is that not only did he ditch me, but I caught him later…..in bed, sexually tangled in my sister's arms. My blood.
So I did what any broken, furious woman would do.
I turned to the one man who could ruin him,
His powerful, dangerously sexy billionaire father, Victor Gonzales.
It was supposed to be a game. A scandalous way to burn them both.
But Victor isn’t a man you use and walk away from. He’s older. Smarter. Wickedly dominant.
And he’s made it clear, if I play with fire, I will get burned.
Now, I’m caught in a forbidden game of lust, lies, and revenge.
And the more I fall for him, the harder it becomes to remember who’s using who.
He was meant to be a pawn.
But he just might become my greatest temptation….and my deepest downfall.
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Chapter: Chapter 19: The Dark holds secrets ~Victor’s POV~ The photos trembled in my hand.Not because my grip was weak....hell, my grip was iron....but because something about what I was seeing was so fundamentally wrong, it unsettled me to my core. The images felt like a physical assault, a jarring contradiction to the fiery, proud woman I'd met just days ago.Clarissa.Her face was there, no mistaking it. Her long lashes pressed against flushed cheeks, the familiar dip of her collarbone, the unmistakable fullness of her lips parted in that vulnerable way. But the rest? The blurred faces of two men, the awkward angles, the clothes that screamed “evidence” instead of truth.My jaw clenched, muscles pulling tight until it hurt.I raised my eyes, sharp and unrelenting, locking onto Sanchez.“Answer me, Sanchez. What the hell is this?” My voice thundered, low but powerful, carrying the kind of authority that could fill boardrooms and courtrooms alike. I lifted my hand, the stack of glossy filth trembling under the lights.Sanche
Last Updated: 2025-09-24
Chapter: Chapter 18: Sins of the son, visited upon the father~Victor’s POV~ The last eight days had been a blur, a chaotic mess of half-formed thoughts and unresolved tension. It was Sunday, a day that was supposed to be a sanctuary from the relentless demands of my company, but my mind was a battlefield, and the enemy was a woman with fiery eyes and a stubborn streak that matched my own. Clarissa Jones. Her name alone was enough to send a jolt through me, a mixture of frustration and a fascination I hadn't felt in years. I was in my home office, the scent of expensive leather and old books hanging in the air. A half empty glass of whiskey sat on my desk, the ice long since melted. I’d spent the better part of the week on edge, my phone a constant presence in my hand, a silent hope that she would finally call. My finger had hovered over her contact more times than I could count, but my pride, my damned, stubborn pride, wouldn't let me make the first move. I scoffed, leaning back in my chair. What the hell was wrong with me? I was a man
Last Updated: 2025-09-21
Chapter: Chapter 17: Time to stop running ~Clarissa’s POV~ The sound of two men arguing outside my window jolted me from a dreamless sleep. “Watch where you’re going, moron!” one of them yelled, his voice a guttural roar that sliced through the pre-dawn stillness. The city was already alive, a chaotic symphony of sound and motion. I heard the distant wail of an NYPD siren, the honking of a cab driver as he cut off a pedestrian, the rattling of trash cans in the alley below, likely a stray cat or a desperate raccoon rummaging for scraps. The scent of freshly baked bread and pastries wafted up from a nearby bakery, mingling with the exhaust fumes and the damp, earthy smell of the morning. New York at its finest, “Tell me you’re in New York without telling me you’re in New York City,” I thought, a small, sleepy smile playing on my lips. The noise, though irritating, is oddly comforting. It’s a reminder that, despite everything, life keeps moving here. The city never stops, never slows down. But despite the city’s vibran
Last Updated: 2025-09-16
Chapter: Chapter 16: I hate that my body remembers you ~Clarissa’s POV~ The scent of him lingered on my body, a heady mix of cologne and whiskey that clung to me like a second skin. My world, which just moments ago was a whirlwind of sensation and raw desire, came to a sudden halt as Victor’s grip on me loosened, I stumbled back a step, my legs a little too wobbly to hold my weight. It was a strange mix of emotions, a chaotic storm of pleasure, humiliation, and a twisted sense of accomplishment. My mind was still reeling from the events that had just unfolded. The office, the desk, the words he had made me say....it was all a blur of raw, unadulterated desire. I watched, still breathless and shaky, as he casually pulled on his boxers and dress pants, the simple movements of his body a cruel reminder of how easily he could switch off the heat that still raged through my veins. He didn’t even glance my way as he walked back to the sleek leather couch he had been sitting on just before our world imploded. He slumped back into the cushions
Last Updated: 2025-09-13
Chapter: Chapter 15: C*m for me, Clarissa~Clarissa’s POV~ My heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs, each beat a drum of pure, unadulterated desire. His hands, those long, elegant fingers that had so recently brought me to my knees, now worked their magic on my body, tracing a path of fire from my legs to my ass, massaging me with a gentle possessiveness that made my skin tingle. It was a blissful torment, and I could feel my core already aching, a throbbing pulse between my thighs that begged for more. My mind, which had been so focused on revenge, was now completely consumed by him...by the man who was supposed to be my future father in law, yet who was making me feel things I never knew I was capable of. The whole thing was insane. Fucked up. And yet…there was a twisted ecstasy to it all. I pressed my legs together, a desperate attempt to contain the surge of arousal, to hide the undeniable evidence of my body's betrayal. It was too late. He had seen it all. The collar, the kneeling, the confession of a
Last Updated: 2025-08-31
Chapter: Chapter 14: The Devil's Playground~Clarissa's POV~ My knees pressed against the cool marble floor, the chill a sharp contrast to the fire spreading through my veins. My gaze had fallen, unable to hold the intensity of his storm grey eyes, but I could still feel them on me. It was a tangible weight, a possessive stare that made my skin prickle with both dread and a twisted sense of pride. He wasn't just looking at me; he was drinking me in, like being a specimen under a microscope, a prize newly acquired and meticulously studied. A beat of silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken thoughts and raw tension. His voice broke the silence, low and dangerous.“Look at me, Clarissa.”The command wasn’t harsh, but there was something about it that made my chest tighten, a magnetic pull I couldn’t escape. I hesitated for a moment, before slowly lifting my gaze. His eyes locked with mine....dark, unreadable, yet there was a flicker in them that spoke volumes, as if he was waiting for me to crumble beneath the weight o
Last Updated: 2025-08-28
Chapter: Chapter 26: Mind Games ~Isabella’s POV~I should’ve known.I should’ve realized the moment I saw that message, the cold chill that ran down my spine, the overwhelming sense of dread that flooded me....this was Dante’s game all along.It was so obvious now. Only he would be audacious enough to send that picture, to trap me in a moment of vulnerability. And to think, I’d spent hours....hours....torturing myself over who could have sent it. Trying to conjure a faceless enemy, a phantom from my past who knew my deepest secret. I had built a fortress of paranoia around myself, convinced that someone, somewhere, had finally discovered that Melissa Mondragon was still alive. As if anyone else would be so bold, so daring, so calculated. But of course, it was Dante. Of course.The man never did anything without a reason. He played a game, and I was his pawn, whether I liked it or not. And now here he stood, a smug look on his face, watching me unravel in front of him.But what I couldn’t understand was why. Why g
Last Updated: 2025-09-07
Chapter: Chapter 25: Closer than you think~Isabella’s POV~ Morning came too soon, as the first rays of dawn pressed against my window...pale and fragile, like an unwelcome reminder of reality. I hadn’t slept...not even for a second. The sheets beside me were a mess, tangled and twisted, soaked with sweat from hours of restless tossing. My body ached for rest, but my mind refused to shut down, its constant loop of thoughts and images mocking me. Not just the kiss. Not just of Robert.But that damned message. The phone still sat on my nightstand, its black screen like a watchful eye. A silent, damning presence. That picture…that text. My stomach clenched every time I thought of it.“Fun Night.” The words burned into my memory. Who would send that? Who was watching me so closely, closely enough to catch me in such a vulnerable, dangerous moment? And why? I’d checked the number again and again. Unregistered. Anonymous. A phantom hiding behind digital smoke and mirrors. But it was the image that had gutted me....the clarity
Last Updated: 2025-09-05
Chapter: Chapter 24: The Ghost on My Lips~Robert’s POV~ I came back into focus with a sharp, stinging pain. The sound of the slap was a deafening crack that echoed in the sudden silence of the bar, a sound so loud it seemed to pull me out of the hazy, drunken trance I had been in. My head snapped to the side, the burning sensation on my cheek. It wasn’t just a slap, it was a jolt back to reality. She was gone. Isabella was gone. And I was left standing there, a dazed fool in the middle of a crowded bar, a spectacle for everyone to gawk at, with the ghost of Melissa on my lips and the fiery reality of Isabella’s fury on my face. My palm lifted slowly, almost instinctively, and I pressed it against my cheek. I could still feel the heat radiating from where her hand had landed, pulsing like a brand. It wasn’t just pain....it was shame. A raw reminder of how low I’d sunk. My mind felt like a tangled web. Slapped twice, in one day. First by Jodie, my fiancé, a woman I had failed to protect and reassure. And now, by Isabell
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
Chapter: Chapter 23: The Memory of you-Pt.2 ~Isabella’s POV~ My world came to a screeching halt. The moment his lips touched mine, a jolt of pure shock shot through me, stunning me into complete stillness. My eyes, wide and unblinking, stared at a spot on the wall behind him. It took me a second to comprehend what had just happened. A second too long, maybe. The warmth of his breath lingered, mixing with the faint taste of whiskey as his hands grasped me with the same urgency as the man I had once loved. But I wasn’t Melissa anymore.I couldn’t be her. Not after everything.My chest felt tight, my pulse erratic, my breath caught in some kind of limbo between wanting to pull away and wanting to remain suspended in that moment. I hadn’t moved, still rooted in my seat. My body froze, caught somewhere between what should have been natural and what was so very wrong. My heart hammered in my chest, pounding so loudly that I couldn’t hear anything else, couldn’t feel anything else.His lips were warm, soft, too familiar. I couldn
Last Updated: 2025-09-01
Chapter: Chapter 22: The memory of you ~Isabella’s POV~ I checked the clock on my phone: 10:17 p.m. Finally. If someone had asked me at noon what time it was, I would’ve sworn it was still nine in the morning. My entire schedule had been swallowed whole by back to back meetings, relentless questions from junior associates, and the incessant drone of voices pitching numbers and strategies that I could barely keep track of anymore. My desk had looked like the aftermath of a paper storm....files piled high, reports that needed reviewing, numbers that needed combing through line by line, contracts that demanded signatures. I signed my name so many times I thought my hand would cramp. By four o’clock, my eyes had felt like sandpaper, my head buzzing from the fluorescent lights overhead and the endless click click click of keyboards all around me. Still, I wore the mask....calm, composed, efficient Isabella Cassagrande. The woman who had risen from ashes, sculpted herself anew, and now commanded a presence that silenced roo
Last Updated: 2025-08-26
Chapter: Chapter 21: Blame Games~Robert’s POV~ The Mondragon Tower’s penthouse office was a monument to success, but it felt more like a cage to me. The sprawling skyline of the city, usually a source of pride, seemed to mock me with its indifferent glow. It was just after 6 a.m., and the only sounds were the soft hum of the air conditioning and the rhythmic tapping of my pen against the mahogany desk. I'd been here since 4 a.m., unable to shake the lingering terror of the nightmare that had jolted me awake. Melissa's face, a grotesque mosaic of glass and blood, was burned into my mind. Her chilling whisper, "You'll never have any peace," echoed in the silent room. I'd thought coming here would help, that burying myself in work would silence the ghosts. But my mind was a fractured mess. Earlier, I'd signed my name on a quarterly report, only to realize I’d scrawled “Melissa” right across the signature line. The morning meeting with the board had been a disaster. I couldn't focus, my leg bouncing uncontrollably u
Last Updated: 2025-08-24
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