Chapter: Epilogue{SEVEN YEARS LATER}The house was alive again.Laughter filled the marble hallway, the kind that comes from lots of balloons, too much icing, and a whole day of celebrating two kids who thought the world was all about them.Lina and Liam turned seven today. Seven.Celine still couldn't believe how quickly the years had gone—as if she'd only blinked and the tiny newborns she'd once cradled against her chest had become whirlwinds of energy and mischief.The living room was filled with ribbons and half-eaten cake. Fumi had sent gifts all the way from Lagos—colorful handcrafted toys that instantly became the twins' favorites. Blake and Vincent arrived late (as usual), Vincent carrying an enormous teddy bear that was almost as tall as he was, while Blake, with her baby bump already showing, scolded him for spoiling the kids. Caroline came with her husband and Hailey, their little girl, who was now taller than Lina by an inch and made sure to remind her of it every five minutes.It was cha
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Chapter: Chapter 245~CELINE POV~The night of Clancey's company launch was perfect. The weather, the mood, and the music in the car all matched well. London was quiet, with the streets shining in the light spring rain. Hunter looked really good in a black tux, and Caesar said, "Dad looks like a superhero."I was already glowing....quite literally, if you asked Hunter, who insisted I was "radiant" in my emerald dress every five minutes. I told him it was the pregnancy heat. He said it was love. We agreed to disagree.Clancey had gone all out for the opening of his design firm. The moment we stepped inside the gallery-like building, we were greeted with champagne trays, sleek jazz music, and a large banner that read "Clancey & Co—Redefining Modern Spaces."It looked like success itself had thrown a party.Vincent and Blake were already there, of course. He was in a deep navy suit, all smug smiles, while Blake, radiant in gold silk, looked every inch the woman who could keep him in check with one raised ey
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Chapter: Chapter 244~HUNTER POV~There's something oddly satisfying about walking into a place that bears your name.....not because of ego, but because of legacy.The London office of Reid Enterprises shone in the morning light, made of glass, marble, and shiny metal. It had a light smell of coffee and dreams that stayed even after everyone went home for the day.Caesar's little hand fit snugly into mine as we stepped out of the elevator onto the top floor. His eyes went wide the way they always did when he saw something grand. "Papa," he whispered, as if we were standing in a museum, "it's so big!"I smiled, ruffling his hair. "It is. And one day, you're going to be the one in charge here."He turned to look up at me, eyes round with disbelief. "Me? Even bigger than you?""Bigger," I said, crouching so we were at eye level. "But not just because you'll run things. You'll have to learn how to take care of people, too. That's what real leadership means."He frowned in concentration, the way Celine always
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Chapter: Chapter 243~HUNTER POV~Mornings in London had a way of sneaking up on you.Not loudly, not with the blinding arrogance of New York light that demanded you wake and start conquering something. London mornings eased in....gray, soft-edged, polite in the way only the English could manage.I woke to the sound of rain tapping gently against the windowpanes and the even softer tempo of Celine's breathing. She was curled against me, her hair a messy halo across my chest, her hand resting lightly over the small curve of her belly.It was the kind of peace I used to think people invented for storybooks.Now, I was living inside it.I didn't move for a while. I just watched her sleep. The peaceful rise and fall of her chest, the faint crease between her brows she always had even in rest, as if some part of her never stopped thinking, never stopped worrying.The woman never did anything halfway.She loved like it was her job, mothered like it was a calling, and somehow still found time to remind me that m
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Chapter: Chapter 242~CELINE POV~(SIX MONTHS LATER)London had the kind of sunlight that pretended to be kind until you stepped outside.It looked golden through the window of the townhouse Hunter rented in Kensington....soft, filtered through lace curtains......but the moment you walked out, the chill found its way beneath every layer.I pulled my coat tighter as I watched Hunter chase Caesar across the cobblestone courtyard. Our son's laughter echoed against the brick walls, a clear, high sound that always managed to make my heart swell and ache at the same time.Six months.It had been six months since Paris, three since my graduation. Sometimes it still felt unreal, the ceremony, the applause, the way Hunter's eyes shone when I walked across that stage. Fumi had come too, brilliant in her gele and laughter, already married and glowing with that new-life excitement. She'd returned to Nigeria with promises of long voice notes and wedding pictures, She delivered it with such excitement that it could ou
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Chapter: Chapter 241~CELINE POV~Sunlight spilled through the half-open curtains, the kind that doesn't ask for permission but settles gently on everything it touches. The house smelled faintly of coffee and cedar; Hunter must have been awake for a while. His side of the bed was warm but empty, the sheets caught up in that careless way he always left them.I slid into his shirt.....the crisp white one he'd worn last night, the collar smelling faintly of his cologne.....and padded barefoot to the kitchen. The sound of clinking dishes led me there, and I paused in the doorway for a moment, smiling.Hunter stood by the stove, hair still damp from his shower, sleeves rolled up. Caesar sat on the counter beside him, swinging his legs, holding a whisk as if it were a lightsaber."Good morning, my sleepy angel," Caesar said the second he noticed me, far too pleased with himself for a child covered in flour."Good morning, my messy chef," I teased, kissing his cheek before wrapping my arms around Hunter's waist
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Chapter: EPILOGUE : Last scene Thanks, Guys for Reading.Thanks for the love &Expect more kinky Smut A last-minute bonus scene : (continued)***************************Lucy's fingers dug deeper, her nails drawing thin, crimson lines across Jane's inner thighs. She leaned in, her breath hot on Jane's ear, whispering venomous words, "You thought you could break me, didn't you? Thought you could just toy with me, use me like some disposable fucktoy. Look at you now, Jane. Pathetic. Helpless. Just like you made me feel." Jane's body jerked at the cruel words, her hands flailing weakly, trying to push Lucy away. Lucy just laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "You can't fight me off now, can you? Too busy feeling every twist, every tear, every fucking scrape of my nails. You love it, don't you? The pain. The humiliation." Jane's eyes, glassy with tears and shock, met Lucy's. Lucy smiled, a cruel, twisted thing. "That's it, Jane. Look at me. Look at the woman you thought you could beat. Look at her as she destroys yo
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Chapter: Bonus chapter A story of a wild, violent and furious catfight between two girls: Lucy and Jane. They're both in their mid 20s, Lucy is a average height skinny redhead with small boobs. Jane is a tall, buxom blonde with large 36 triple-D breasts. The women hated each other for a long time for multiple reasons and now they're both eager to fight each other. Their fight would be primal and sadistic, each aiming to cause maximum pain, damage and humiliation to each other. Both girls would take a special glee in attacking each other's sexual organs: the breasts, nipples, pussies and clits.*******************************The dimly lit basement reeked of sweat and anticipation. Lucy, a angular redhead, circled Jane, a voluptuous blonde. Their grudge was a living thing, breathing and venomous. It had grown with every snide remark, every stolen glance, every secret desire revealed. Tonight, it would culminate in blood. "You're a pathetic little bitch, Lucy," Jane sneered, her massive chest heaving.
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Chapter: The final story {PLEASURE PAINFUL PRICE}Two sisters seduce and lure me in their house. promising sexy threesome. They strip me naked, get on top of me, but.. It turns out they're complete sadists, who love kicking men in the balls. One of them knee me in the groin when I least expect it, exploiting my arousal and trust in them. From there, they kick and knee and squeeze my balls, laughing, mocking me and taking absolute delight in my pain****************************I checked the address twice before knocking. The door swung open, revealing two identical smiles, identical eyes, and identical promises of sin. "You're right on time," the sister on the left purred, stepping aside to let me in. Her twin closed the door behind me, the click echoing like a starting gun. Their house was a slick, modern trap, all clean lines and soft lighting. They led me to the living room, where a plush rug lay spread out before a low coffee table. "Strip," the sister on the right commanded, her voice a match to
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Chapter: Fucking NehaI am pramod I live on 4th floor top and in opposite building there lives milf, I like to watch her, her husband usually away, once on Monday morning I took off from office, fully naked in my bed stroking with some milf porn, suddenly I looked over my window, on the roof that milf neha is standing and looking through window on my hard Cock.************************{The View} The AC hummed, barely cutting through the stifling Delhi heat as I sprawled naked on my bedsheet, hand working my cock to some grainy MILF porn. Monday morning, office skipped, nothing but my fist and the fantasy of the woman across the way—Neha, the kind of curvy, dusky temptation that made my throat dry. I glanced out the window, expecting nothing but the usual empty rooftop of her building. Her husband was almost never home, and she barely stepped outside. But today—There she was. Neha stood on the roof in a sheer pink nightie, the morning sun turning the fabric translucent. Her eyes weren't on the sky
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Chapter: The femboy plaything Loona from Helluva Boss (dominate) teasing and grinding on submissive femboy boyfriend. And Loona arouses femboy with twerking until she gives him an assjob with her big ass and he cums all over her butt.********************The apartment smelled like sweat and sex before they even started. Loona smirked, her tail flicking lazily as she watched her femboy boyfriend squirm on the bed—already hard, already desperate for her. "You're gonna watch," she purred, peeling off her crop top in one smooth motion. Her tits bounced free, nipples stiff under his hungry gaze. But she wasn't done teasing. She turned around, slow, deliberate, bending just enough to make her plush ass jiggle before grinding it against his cock through his tight panties. "Fuck—L-Loona," he whined, hands gripping the sheets. She smirked over her shoulder. "No touching. Just take it." Dropping into a deep squat, she twerked against him, each bounce making him gasp. His cock strained against the fabric, wet
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Chapter: Forced arousal {The Solution}The bottle was unassuming—sleek, white, with minimalist lettering promising silky, radiant skin. No warnings, no disclaimers. Just luxury. Lena stepped into the shower, steam curling around her as she poured the iridescent gel into her palm. The scent was intoxicating, something floral with a bitter undertone. She smoothed it over her shoulders, down her stomach, between her thighs. That's when the tingling started. Not unpleasant. Not at first. A slow, creeping heat radiated from her skin, tightening, smoothing... hardening. She gasped as her nipples stiffened beyond arousal, the flesh around them turning unnaturally glossy. Panic flared—until pleasure drowned it out. Every brush of her fingers sent shocks of need straight to her cunt, already slick, already changing. She looked down. Her pubic hair dissolved, her skin shimmering into seamless plastic. Her thighs parted on their own, knees locking into a wide, obscene spread. A moan caught in her th
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Chapter: 103SIGNAL LOSS{Playlist Suggestion: "I Found" by Amber Run / "Earned It" by The Weeknd (Chamber Version)}~KOLT POV~The Mirage was a grave, and I was its unhappy spirit.The last of the bar staff had fled an hour ago, racing to beat the flash flood warnings that were turning the city streets into rivers. The club was silent, a large room made of dark wood and soft fabric that felt smaller than normal. The only noises were the loud pounding of the rain on the black glass walls and the low buzzing of the backup generators below.I sat in my office, the only light coming from the bank of monitors on my wall. A tumbler of expensive scotch sat untouched on my desk. The ice had long since melted, watering down the amber liquid into something useless.I should have been watching the game stream. Kade was playing. It was the biggest night of his career...the night that would decide if he became a Stanford legend or just another Kingston with a trust fund.But I wasn't watching the game. I was
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Chapter: 102UNNECESSARY ROUGHNESS{Playlist Suggestion: "My Body is a Cage" by Arcade Fire / "Natural" by Imagine Dragons}~KADE POV~the stadium lights were super bright, almost too bright to look at. You could hear this low buzzing sound that made your head feel weird, kind of like the ache in my knee. I was just standing there by the middle of the field, making sure my shin guards were okay. I pulled my socks up high, taping the ankles tight....then tighter....until I could hardly feel my feet inside my boots.I wanted to feel something other than the ache in my joint and the cold dread sitting in the pit of my stomach.I looked down at my kit. Number 10. The playmaker's number. The number I'd worn since the academy days. But something was missing. I wasn't wearing the yellow Captain's armband.Denver was.I watched him organizing the midfield, his voice commanding, his brown eyes sharp. He was pointing players into position, clapping his hands, shouting at the back line to hold their shape.
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Chapter: 101BLOOD MONEY{Playlist Suggestion: "You Don't Own Me" by SAYGRACE / "bury a friend" by Billie Eilish}~CHELSEA POV~The apartment felt different when I walked in.Usually, the air was stuffy, serious with the scent of cheap cigarettes and my mother's coldness. But today, there was an intense, acrid smell. Like fear.I dropped my keys in the bowl. My phone was buzzing...Zoe asking if I was okay, Kade checking in...but I ignored it. I had a shift at The Mirage in three hours. I needed to shower, eat, and put on my armor."Chelsea."The voice came from the kitchen table. Samuel.I stiffened, my hand instinctively going back to the door handle. But I stopped myself. I wasn't the girl who hid in bathrooms anymore. I was the girl who walked into lion's dens and signed contracts with devils.I walked into the kitchen.Samuel was sitting at the table. A half-empty bottle of vodka sat in front of him. But it was his right arm that caught my attention.It was in a cast. A fresh, white plaster ca
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Chapter: 100LEGACY COSTS{Playlist Suggestion: "Power" by Kanye West / "Everybody Wants To Rule The World" by Lorde (Cover)}~KNOX POV~The summons came at 6:00 AM.It wasn't an email. It wasn't a text. It was Stevens, my father's personal butler, standing in my penthouse living room with a sealed envelope on a silver tray."Your presence is required in the study," Stevens said. "Immediately."I didn't ask why. I knew. I drove to the estate in the gray dawn light. When I arrived, I saw two other cars already in the driveway. Kolt's Maybach. Kade's sports car.The trinity was assembled.I walked into the study. It smelled of old money....leather, mahogany, and fear. My father, Warren Kingston, sat behind his desk. He wasn't working. He was staring at a single piece of paper centered on the blotter.Kolt was leaning against the bookshelf, looking bored, though I saw the tension in his jaw. Kade was sitting in one of the guest chairs, still wearing the clothes he'd slept in (or hadn't slept in). He
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Chapter: 099ROOT ACCESS{Playlist Suggestion: "System Magic" by Goldfrapp / "Glory Box" by Portishead}~CHASE POV~The apartment was quiet, but it wasn't peaceful.I sat in my wheelchair at the small kitchen table, the hum of my laptop fan the only sound in the room. In the living room, a fortress of blankets and cushions dominated the space. Underneath it, my sister and Kade Kingston were asleep.I could hear their breathing…slow, synchronized, heavy with exhaustion.I looked at the counter next to me. The orange prescription bottle sat there, glowing in the pale morning light. Tacrolimus. Prednisone. The pills that kept my immune system from eating my own organs.Next to the pills was a receipt Chelsea had left out. Four hundred dollars for groceries.I picked up the bottle. It felt heavy.My life was expensive. My breath was a luxury item that my sister was paying for with her dignity.I thought about the photo on Crawford Confessions. The rain. The jacket. The comments calling her a whore, a
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Chapter: 098HEAVY IS THE HEAD{Playlist Suggestion: "Peace" by Taylor Swift / "I Found" by Amber Run}~MIA POV~The training room lights were off, but the room wasn't silent.I could hear the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of a tennis ball being thrown against the concrete wall. It was a hollow, repetitive sound that echoed in the dark corridor like a slow heartbeat.I shouldn't have been here. It was 8:15 PM on a Tuesday. I should be at home, buried in AP Physics, or literally anywhere other than the high school athletic wing. But when I saw the sliver of light under the door crack and recognized the specific, heavy silence that hung over the hallway, I knew who was inside.And I knew he shouldn't be alone.I pushed the door open. The hinges groaned, a familiar sound that usually signaled the start of my shift, but tonight it felt like intruding on a wake.Denver sat on the edge of the taping table, his legs dangling. He was still in his practice gear...mesh shorts and a grey t-shirt stained with sweat
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CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride
{TW: DARK ROMANCE, ABUSE, DADDY KINK, PSYCHOTIC, VIOLENCE. This is not your typical dark romance novel, it gets darker with each chapters so if you can't handle it, kindly exit, not all Male leads are heroes some can be your worst nightmare, if you are looking for love you won't find it here}
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"Won't you like to open your gift, Bambi?" It wasn't a question. César Navarro never asked. He commanded.
When Anya Esmeralda Torres untied the silk ribbon and lifted the lid of the velvet box, her world shattered. Inside, staring back at her with dead, lifeless pupils, were the green eyes of Giovanni De Luca.....the man whose gaze had made her uncomfortable all evening.
Her scream ripped through the silence.
"Now his eyes will never trouble you again." He said it like he'd given her a necklace. Like dismemberment was romance. Like murder was love.
César Navarro, known in the underworld as Calavera, wasn't just the founder of a billion-dollar tech empire. He was the Skull—mafia heir, executioner, and obsession wrapped in a tailored suit. And Anya? She was his cage bird. His possession. His favorite game.
But Anya wasn't born to be caged. She was fire—wild, defiant, desperate for freedom. And no matter how many diamonds he draped her in, she vowed to escape.
The question is: can you ever run from a monster who always finds you? Or will love become the cruelest prison of all?
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Chapter: 104THE GUEST OF HONOR~ANYA POV~The mirror didn't show a bride-to-be. It showed a car crash victim in a ballgown.I stared at my reflection. The dress César had picked out was stunning...a deep, midnight-blue silk that hugged every curve and pooled on the floor like liquid ink. It was backless, sleeveless, and cost more than my parents' house.But I couldn't look at the dress. I could only look at my head.A thick, stark white bandage was wrapped around my forehead, covering the gash where César had smashed my skull against the yacht railing."It looks ugly," I whispered, my fingers hovering over the gauze. "Everyone is going to stare."César stood behind me, adjusting his cufflinks. He looked impeccable in a tuxedo, the picture of the grieving, supportive fiancé. He met my eyes in the glass."Let them stare," he said calmly.He reached into a small velvet box on the vanity. He pulled out a brooch. It was shaped like a flower, made of diamonds and sapphires. He didn't pin it to my dress
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Chapter: 103THE DROWNING~ANYA POV~The yacht wasn't just a boat. It was a floating palace, glowing white against the black water of the harbor.It was beautiful, in the way a sharp knife is beautiful. I stood on the dock, staring at the gold letters painted across the hull.'THE ESMERALDA.' My middle name.My stomach turned over. It wasn't a romantic move. It was a brand. He'd named a multi-million dollar vessel after me like he was tagging cattle. It was his way of telling the ocean, the sky, and everyone in Spain that he owned me."Do you like it?" César asked. He was standing right behind me, his chest brushing my back. His hand rested heavy on the nape of my neck, fingers toying with the baby hairs there."It's... a lot," I whispered."It's yours," he said.He guided me up the ramp. I didn't want to go. My feet felt like lead. Every step away from the solid ground felt like a mistake, but his grip on my neck was firm. Not painful, just... present. A reminder.We had dinner on the upper deck.
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Chapter: 102THE DEVIL'S MOTHER~ANYA POV~I wake up to silence.The room is bright, clean, and terrifyingly empty. César is gone. The space in the bed beside me is cold, meaning he left hours ago. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.A maid brings breakfast on a silver tray. She keeps her head down, placing the coffee and croissants on the table like she is feeding a tiger in a cage. She doesn't look at me. No one looks at me. I am the thing that belongs to the master, and looking might get them killed.I eat because I have to. The baby demands it.By noon, I am wandering the garden. I need air. I need to not smell César's cologne for five minutes."Anya, querida!"I freeze.Lucrecia Navarro is sitting under a white umbrella, sipping iced tea. She looks perfect. Elegant. Like a queen holding court. She waves me over."Sit," she says, patting the iron chair beside her. "You look pale. Are you eating enough?"I sit. My legs are shaking. "Yes, Mrs. Navarro. I'm fine.""Call me Lucrecia,"
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Chapter: 101~ANYA POV~The yellow dress César chose is bright. Too bright.It makes me look like a canary. A beacon. As we walk across the manicured lawn toward the cliffs, I realize that is exactly the point. He wants me to be seen.The Spanish sun is high and hot, beating down on my shoulders, but César is cool as ice beside me. His hand is a heavy weight on the small of my back, steering me, pushing me toward the edge of the property where the land drops off into the sea.We stop at a spot where a blanket has already been laid out. There is a basket. A bottle of wine. It looks like a scene from a romance movie.But then I look at the tree line.It is about three hundred yards away. A dense brushwood of pines and scrub brush. It looks empty to the naked eye. But I know he is there.Diego.My heart gives a painful, lurching thud. My twin brother is out there, looking through a scope, sweating in the heat, waiting for a chance to save me."He's watching," César whispers, his lips brushing my ear.
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Chapter: Chapter 100~ANYA POV~I wake up to the sound of the sea.For a split second, I think I am back in Mijas. I think I am in my old bedroom, and my mom is downstairs making coffee, and Diego is revving his motorcycle in the driveway.Then I open my eyes.The ceiling is hand-painted wood. The sheets are silk. And the arm draped heavily across my waist belongs to the man who gave me a box of human eyes for dessert.I sit up with a gasp, scrambling away from him until my back hits the headboard.My eyes dart to the floor. To the expensive Persian rug where I dropped the box last night. Where the eyes rolled out, wet and green and staring.It's gone.The rug is spotless. No blood. No box. No eyes. The room is clean, bathed in the warm, golden light of the Spanish morning. It looks peaceful. It looks normal.Did I dream it?"It wasn't a dream, mi vida."César's voice is rough with sleep, startling me. He hasn't moved. He is lying on his back, his arm still outstretched where I used to be. He opens one ey
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Chapter: 099~CESAR'S POV~I stand behind her in front of the vanity mirror.The black silk of the dress slides through my fingers like water. It is a dress made for a widow, mourning and painful. Good. Let her mourn the life she lost. Let her mourn the girl she used to be. That girl is dead.She is trembling.I rest my hands on her bare shoulders. Her skin is cool, clammy with that specific, sweet scent of fear that seems to cling to her permanently now. I watch her reflection. Her eyes are wide, dark tunnels of panic. She isn't looking at herself; she is looking at me.She is terrified.And God help me, it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."Your brother is watching the house," I tell her.I feel her heart stutter against her ribs under my hand. I see the flash of hope, followed instantly by the crushing weight of reality.I know Diego is there. My snipers picked him up three hours ago. He is lying in the dirt at the edge of the estate, clutching a rusty rifle, thinking he is a ghost.
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