Dear Ex-husband; You'll beg for me
He betrayed me with my own stepsister. Big mistake.
I thought my marriage to James was my forever—a sacred vow built on love and loyalty—until I caught him tangled in our sheets with Mel, the woman I once trusted most. That betrayal shattered my world into a thousand jagged pieces and left me gasping for breath. Broken, humiliated, and cast out, I clung to the only thing left: the secret of a tiny life growing inside me, a miracle after years of heartache.
Then Silas Truman, a powerful billionaire, stepped into my shattered world with an offer I couldn’t refuse—a marriage contract promising strength, security, and a chance to rebuild from the ashes. Desperate, I took it.
Three years later, I returned not the broken girl I was, but a woman who commands an empire. But life’s cruel twist struck again when Silas lost his memory in an accident, erasing everything we built together. Now, with his empire in my hands, I face James’s shadow and a choice I never expected—between the past that almost destroyed me and a future I never saw coming.
The question is, which path will I choose when everything hangs in the balance?
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Chapter: Chapter 70: The Static in the Bone(Elara's POV)The dawn didn't bring clarity.It brought a flat, milky light that bled through the windows, exposing the dust motes dancing over Silas’s grey skin. The storm had passed, leaving behind a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight on my eardrums."The silence is worse," Peter muttered.He was hunched over his laptop again, the blue light of the screen clashing sickly with the morning’s natural pallor. He hadn't slept; the dark circles under his eyes looked like bruises."When the wind was blowing, I could pretend I didn't hear the world coming for us."I didn't answer.I was busy cleaning the dried blood from Silas’s knuckles with a damp rag. Every few minutes, his hand would twitch—a residual spark of the "Subject" he had been in that windowless basement."Elara."June’s voice was a low rasp from the window."Movement. Two miles out, on the access road."My heart did a slow, pa
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Chapter: Chapter 69: The Geometry of Shadows(Elara's POV)The fire in the woodstove was a fickle, hungry thing. It didn't provide enough heat to truly warm the cavernous main room of the lodge, but it cast long, dancing shadows that turned the corners into shifting, black abysses.I sat on the floor with my back against the metal rail of Silas’s gurney, my legs tucked beneath me. My jeans were still damp from the sleet, the denim stiff and icy against my skin.I watched the rhythmic rise and fall of Silas’s chest. Hiss. Click. Pause. The mechanical heartbeat of our world.Every time the ventilator hissed, a small puff of condensation formed near the edge of the plastic tubing. It was the only sign that he was still with us, a ghost trapped in a cage of broken ribs and surgical scars.I reached out and touched his hand. It was no longer burning with the frantic heat of the van; now, he was clammy, his skin the color of a winter sky just before the snow falls
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Chapter: Chapter 68: I've Got You(Elara's POV) The transition from the vibrating van to the absolute stillness of the woods was jarring. When June finally killed the engine, the silence didn't feel like peace; it felt like a physical weight, heavy and suffocating. For a long minute, none of us moved. The only sound was the cooling metal of the engine ticking and the relentless, rhythmic drumming of sleet against the roof. It was a lonely, hollow sound—the sound of the end of the world. "We’re here," June said at last. She didn't move to open her door. She sat with her hands gripped at ten and two on the steering wheel, her knuckles bone-white as she stared into the wall of pines illuminated by our dying headlights. The red glow of the dashboard made her look like a phantom. "Peter, kill the electronics. Elara, help me with the gurney. We have to move fast before the ground turns to pure mud. If this van gets stuck, we’re dead in the water." The lodge
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Chapter: Chapter 67: The Weight of the Ash(Elara's POV)The van felt like a metal coffin that was hurtling through the rain.Every time the tires hit a pothole the gurney jolted and the machinery let out a high and thin protest.Silas did not flinch when the van bounced because he was pinned by the straps and the gravity of his own exhaustion.His eyes stayed locked on the roof of the vehicle as if he could see through the steel and into the black and weeping sky above us.I reached out and touched the metal rail of the bed.My hand was shaking so hard that it made a rhythmic tapping sound against the frame.I pulled my fingers away and tucked them under my armpits to hide the tremors from Peter."How much longer until the signal drops?" I asked.Peter did not look up from the blue light of his laptop."We lose the towers in ten miles. I am uploading the final cache of the Thorne emails to a distributed server right now. The file sizes are massi
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Chapter: Chapter 66: The Reckoning(Elara's POV) The world did not end with a bang. It ended with the shrill and digital scream of a dead man’s switch. Peter’s fingers did a final and violent dance across the mechanical keyboard. He breathed out a single word as if it were a final prayer. He said that it was sent. On his screen, a progress bar hit one hundred percent and then dissolved into a flickering skull icon. That was Peter’s personal signature. It was a digital middle finger to the empire Thorne had spent decades building. Peter looked at the screen with wide eyes. He looked like a man who had just set fire to his own house to stay warm. He whispered, "The SEC just got the keys to the kingdom." He told me that the Washington Post just received the internal memos regarding the New Delhi clinical trials. He said, "There's no taking it back now." He told me, "We just burned the world down." I told him, "It's good." However, the triumph felt hol
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Chapter: Chapter 65: The Sanctuary of Shadows(Elara's POV) The darkness of the carriage house was not merely an absence of light. It was a physical weight pressing against my eardrums as the hum of the high end servers died a sudden violent death. When Peter cut the power the silence that rushed in was deafening. It was broken only by the rhythmic mechanical hiss and click of Silas's portable ventilator. The sound echoed like the breathing of a wounded beast hidden in the corner of the room. "Peter the gurney now," I whispered. My voice felt small against the backdrop of the encroaching storm. Outside the world was no longer peaceful. The Heights with its manicured lawns and silent streetlights had betrayed us. I could hear the gravel of the driveway crunching under tires that were not trying to be quiet. These were not scouts. They were a recovery team. "I cannot just yank the leads Elara." Peter's voice was a frantic jagged edge in the dark. I could see t
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Craving The Reckless Twin: Hot Erotica Collection
⚠️WARNING: For mature readers 18+ only.
Themes: Body worship, dominance, primal play, and MFM/threesome content.
"Stop fighting it, Sloane," he growls, his fist knotted in my hair. He yanks my head back until my throat arches, exposing my frantic pulse. His thumb shoves past my lips, pressing down on my tongue with bruising force, marking me before he even tastes me.
I choke on a gasp, thighs trembling against the wall. "We can’t."
"Shut the fuck up," he snarls, his teeth grazing the sensitive cord of my neck. "I’ve spent years tracking every prim step you took. I’ve fantasized about the moment I finally cornered my prey."
He sinks his teeth into the junction of my shoulder, a sharp, possessive bite that will leave a jagged purple brand by morning. "Now, you’re locked in this cage with us. I’m going to leave my mark on every inch of your skin."
Behind him, his twin looms. A silent, lethal predator. I’m caged between them, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and ruin.
For four years, I was the invisible shield for the Sterling empire. To me, they were liabilities. To them, I was the hunt.
Zurich changed everything. The boy I once scheduled is now a man who pins me down, whispering filth while his brother watches, his eyes dark with the same starving intent.
I was paid to guard the Sterling legacy. Now, I’m the prize. I want them to hunt me. I want them to worship me. I want them to break me until there is nothing left but surrender.
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Chapter: Chapter 50: Just the Man(Sloane’s POV)“The revitalization of the economic urban sector in Zurich serves as the primary blueprint for what we can achieve in our own metropolitan hubs, provided we.”Leon’s voice didn’t just break. It splintered. A microscopic fracture. A tremor so small it probably slipped past the thousands watching the flickering blue livestream. But to me, it sounded like the first structural failure in a skyscraper. He stood behind the heavy oak podium while the stage lights turned his skin to ash, catching the uneven texture of the concealer I had spent forty minutes smoothing over his cheek. His hands lay flat against the wood, fingers splayed so wide the tendons in his forearms rose like taut wires. He was reciting the words I had drilled into him at 3:00 AM. Yet he wasn’t owning them. He was a man performing a death row request, not a Sterling claiming his birthright. “Mr. Sterling?” The
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Chapter: 49: Instructions for not falling for him(Sloane's POV)My eyes burned with a dry, gritty heat that felt like a fever.The red pen in my hand was a heavy, blunt instrument. No matter how hard I locked my joints, my fingers would not stop their low grade tremors. I had been staring at the same paragraph on agricultural subsidies for twenty minutes until the words blurred into a meaningless charcoal sludge.Every time Leon’s voice softened or his pace faltered, I shut him down with a sharp, rhythmic tap of my pen against the wood."Again," I said.My voice was a hollow rasp, stripped of everything but the work. I did not look up from the legal pad."From the infrastructure pivot. You are rushing the transition. If you leave a gap that wide, they will gut you during the rebuttal. Make it seamless."The apartment reeked of stale espresso and the metallic tang of pure, unadulterated exhaustion.Legal pads were scattered like wreckage across the kitchen island. Empty mugs formed a ceramic graveyard on the counter, and highlighters
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Chapter: Chapter 48: The Front Row(Sloane’s POV)The silence in the kitchen was not empty. It was heavy, like the air right before a transformer blows.Kai stood in the doorway, the hallway light framing him in a way that made him look like a statue. He did not drop his suitcase. He did not loosen his tie. He just stood there, his gaze moving from my messy hair to the dark, smeared lipstick on Leon's chin.Leon did not move away from the counter. He did not even try to look like a man who had not just been pressed against his assistant in a desperate, copper-tasting kiss. Instead, he leaned back, resting his weight on his elbows. He looked at his brother with a slow, dangerous smile."So," Kai said. His voice was a low, melodic blade. "This is how the preparation for the debate is going. This is the rigorous schedule you told me was so vital to the success of the debate."He took a step into the room, his eyes scanning the carnage of the table. The legal pads were scattered. My highlighter was uncapped, drying out on
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Chapter: Chapter 47: Gasoline and Glitter(Sloane POV)The red glow of the digital clock on the microwave hit 12:04 AM when the lock turned.I did not look up. I was busy redlining Leon's opening statement for the third time tonight. My highlighter bled through the cheap legal pad."You are late," I said.My neck was stiff. A dull ache pulsed behind my left ear from staring at the same four paragraphs for three hours. "We were supposed to run the healthcare rebuttal at ten. You are behind schedule."Leon did not answer with an apology. He did not even acknowledge the table. He just walked into the kitchen. His boots were heavy and wet on the linoleum. They left a trail of dark smears.He looked like he had been dragged through a gutter. His hair was matted. A fresh angry welt rose along his cheekbone. His breathing was too fast and too shallow.He reached into his pocket and slapped two tickets onto the middle of my notes. They were heavy and high gloss. They looked absurdly expensive against the backdrop of my scribbled stat
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Chapter: Chapter 46: The Emerald Weight(Sloane’s POV)The cursor blinks. A rhythmic, neon-white pulse against the black screen of my laptop. Blink. Blink. Blink. It is the only steady thing in this room.I do not look at the couch. I do not look at the way the streetlight through the blinds slices Leon's shadow into jagged strips across the floor. I keep my spine locked, my shoulders squared, and my fingers hovering over the keys like a concert pianist who has forgotten the notes."The rebuttal for the Clean Energy Act," I say. My voice is a miracle of engineering, level, cool, and entirely hollow. "You are trailing off at the end. You need to hit the word 'viability' harder. It is the hook. Without it, you are just a guy complaining about the weather."A low, dry scrape of a laugh comes from the couch. Leon is not sitting up. He is slumped so low his head is resting on the back cushion, staring at the peeling gray paint on the ceiling. Instead of the mug I keep trying to force on him, he has a glass of cheap bourbon, no i
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Chapter: Chapter 45: Shattered Edges(Sloane's POV)We stayed locked together for long minutes after the storm broke. His weight was a heavy comfort. His softening body stayed nestled inside me. Neither of us seemed willing to sever the connection just yet. My thighs trembled around his hips. My inner muscles fluttered weakly with aftershocks. Every tiny shift sent fresh sparks through my oversensitive nerves. The ache was sweet now. It was the kind of deep thrumming pain that reminded me I had been thoroughly and gloriously used. I closed my eyes and tried to memorize the sensation of his heartbeat against mine. It was a rhythm I knew I would have to forget eventually.Eventually Leon exhaled a long shuddering breath. He began the slow withdrawal. He moved with deliberate care. One hand braced on the mattress beside my head. The other cupped my hip to steady me. The drag of him leaving was exquisite torture. Every ridge and every vein scraped gently against swollen walls that still pulsed around nothing. A thick trickl
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