Her Whispers, his ruin( Poisonous seduction)
Josephine Maradona is the spoilt and untouchable Queen of Bells University — the only daughter of its biggest and most powerful sponsor. For years, she has ruled the campus with a dangerous game: if any lecturer dares to be harsh on her, she seduces him, frames him, and watches him lose his job and reputation.
But when the new lecturer, Professor Winsley, arrives, everything changes.
No matter how hard Josephine tries — the short skirts, the seductive whispers, the bold advances — she cannot break him. He remains unbothered, unshaken, and completely in control.
As her failed attempts turn into genuine attraction, Josephine finds her own heart melting for the very man she planned to destroy. For the first time, she is falling... and falling hard.
When he started giving in to her whispers and seduction.
Will she ruin him or claim him even when she knows it will end her?
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Chapter: Chapter 18- He is mineMy arms stayed locked around his neck, face pressed to his chest as if, if I loosened an inch, he’d disappear. “Miss Maradona, we need a statement,” an office spoke. Winsley’s hand rubbed slow circles on my back. “She’ll give it tomorrow. Right now, she’s in shock.” The officer nodded and backed off. Andrena and Christiana hovered close, wiping their own tears. “Jojo, we were so scared,” Christiana whispered. “When the van took off, we screamed your name until our throats hurt.” Andrena sniffed. “We thought… we thought we’d never see you again.” I finally pulled back just enough to look at Professor Winsley. His dark eyes locked on mine. No disgust. No “little bird” mockery. Just raw worry. He brushed strands of hair from my face, with his thumb gentle on my cheek. She is fine, don’t be worried…. He spoke then His arms tightened again on my waist, like he was the one who needed to hold on. The ride back to campus was quiet. Professor Winsley drove. I sat in the backseat, wra
Last Updated: 2026-04-28
Chapter: Chapter 17- He saved meMy world came back in fragments.My wrists were zip-tied behind my back, ankles bound too. The short black dress I’d worn to the club had ridden up my thighs, exposing too much skin. I tugged at the restraints, heart slamming against my ribs.“What the fuck…” My voice came out hoarse, slurred from whatever they’d injected me with.A low chuckle echoed from the darkness.A man stepped into the circle of light. He was tall, built like a brick wall, face scarred and twisted with rage. In his right hand, a long knife glinted, the blade catching the bulb’s glow. My stomach dropped.“Hello, Sweet Poison,” he growled, crouching down so his face was inches from mine. His breath smelled like cheap whiskey and hate. “My name is Marcus Kane. Does my name ring any bells, you spoiled little bitch?”I tried to scoot back, but the wall stopped me. “I don’t know you—”“You don’t?” He laughed, sharp and ugly, pressing the flat of the knife under my chin. The cold steel made me freeze. “My little siste
Last Updated: 2026-04-27
Chapter: Chapter 16- Josephine is KidnappedHe was supposed to want *me*. Elara spotted me first. Her smile faltered, turning sharp. She tugged Winsley’s sleeve and nodded in my direction. His dark eyes found mine across the parlor. For a split second, something flashed there—heat, irritation, maybe even guilt—before he masked it with that unbothered control I hated. I stood up slowly, sundress swishing around my legs, and walked straight toward their table with my melting ice cream cone like a weapon. “Professor Winsley,” I purred sweetly, stopping right beside them. “Miss Elara. What a cozy little date. Ice cream? How…domestic.” Elara’s eyes narrowed. “Josephine. Shouldn’t you be somewhere reading your books like a good student?” I ignored her, locking eyes with Winsley. “You look good together. Really. Almost believable.” My voice dropped, dripping venom and hurt I refused to name. “Tell me, Professor…does she know how you kissed my neck the other night? How your hands were sliding under my dress before she barged
Last Updated: 2026-04-27
Chapter: Chapter 15- Pure Vicious Jealousy**Professor Winsley’s POV**I sat on my couch, laptop open, trying — and failing — to focus on next week’s literature*Sinful Intentions*. My mind kept drifting back to the library. Josephine on her knees, those full lips parted, eyes burning with defiance and something far more dangerous.*Fuck.*She was hot. Insanely, unfairly hot. The kind of beauty that could make a man forget every oath he’d ever taken. Curves that didn’t quit, long dark hair that begged to be wrapped around a fist, and that wicked mouth… I hated how my body had reacted. How my cock had throbbed when she whispered those filthy words.I wasn’t supposed to want her. She was twenty-one. My student. A walking disaster wrapped in designer clothes and daddy’s billions. And I had Elara. Sweet, steady Elara, who had stood by me through everything.Guilt twisted in my gut.I took out my phone, my aim just to scroll through some Instagram quotes and reels… when this she-devil, Josephine Maradona, popped up on my timeline.W
Last Updated: 2026-04-27
Chapter: Chapter 14- He was lying. He had to be lying***My knees hit the cool marble floor of the VIP library with a soft thud that echoed way too loud in the silence. The scent of old books and polished wood filled my nose, but all I could focus on was Professor Winsley’s pants right in front of my face.“Feed me,” I whispered again, my voice low and dripping with every filthy promise I’d ever made to a man. My glossy red lips parted. I looked up through my lashes, pushing my chest forward so my crop top stretched tight over my breasts. “I know you want this, Professor. I can feel how hard you are. Let me taste you. Let Sweet Poison wrap her lips around that big, angry cock and make you forget every rule you think you have.”His hand shot down and grabbed my wrist before I could reach for his belt. The grip was iron-tight, almost bruising. For a second, his breathing hitched — rough, ragged — and I saw it. The flicker in those dark eyes. The same heat I’d felt when I was grinding on his lap at his lounge. He wanted me. He fucking wa
Last Updated: 2026-04-27
Chapter: Chapter 13- Feed Me Your PopsicleI strolled toward them, but before I could get there, Professor Winsley walked away.“He smiled at me,” Polly gushed, and Diana and Freda screamed, hugging her.Andrena and Christiana walked toward me again.“Josephine, you haven’t been picking up our calls—why?” Andrena whispered.“We called like sixteen times yesterday,” Christiana said softly.“So? Did I *lose* something?” I snarled.“We were worried. The hostel was empty without you… we’re your roomies. Have you forgotten?” Andrena muttered.“Yeah, I went home,” . “I went to the place where there’s no fake love.” I snarled again, taking a gum from my bra and chewing it.“Invite us to your home!” Christiana jumped like a child.“Christiana, take a chill pill,” Andrena cautioned.Yeah, she knows. I’m not to be stressed. They haven’t shown how loyal they can be to me….. for me to allow them into my private life.As I walked to class, I met Crocs sitting in the chair behind mine. He gave a cheeky smile, and I scoffed, sitting down. Th
Last Updated: 2026-04-24
Sinful Intention(The Mafia Lord second wife)
The desk was hard beneath her.
The cold wood bit into her spine as Vincenzo slammed into her again…
so deep… so merciless…
Yeah, he was….
Tearing through her innocence like it was nothing. Aurora moaned, as her nails rake bloody lines down his back.
“I love you…” she sobbed, even as pleasure and pain ripped through her core. “I love you… I love you…”
That was all she screamed… hoping the monster within him would listen… hoping his heart would choose her.
“Say it while I break you,” he whispered into her ear.
Yeah
She was supposed to stop him, but her body craved him more… Brielle, his wife, was somewhere suffering, but she didn’t mind…
Brielle could fuck off, at this moment…
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Aurora Puro Pucasso, the daughter of General Puro Pucasso, has her life turned upside down. One moment she’s on her bed, the next she’s forcefully taken by Vincenzo West and made to act like his wife Brielle….and the mother to his psychotic child in exchange for her to live…
As the line between reality and fiction blurs, Aurora struggles to separate herself from the woman she pretends to be…
But
When she thinks she has… Brielle return….And Aurora is forced to watch Vincenzo decide who he wants to stay…
Every decision Vincenzo makes will ruin her… If he chooses her, her father’s life is in danger. If he doesn’t choose her… her life is in danger.
Then what does fate have in store for her? What is fate choosing?
You won’t want to miss this… Grab your popcorn and let’s enjoy this beautiful ride.
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Chapter: Chapter 91- A Slave to the EMPIREVincenzo, please believe me. I can’t hurt her… I can’t even kill a fly. She is just a little child. Aurora cried “Why are you lying?” Sasha yelled, running to grab My hair. “Why are you doing this? You killed her—I saw you. I saw you giving her a drink, but it didn’t cross my mind that you were pretending to love her.”“No, Vincenzo won’t believe you. He will believe me—he trusts me. You are just a jealous witch,” Aurora snapped, grabbing Vincenzo’s hands.“Witch? You called me a witch… Why don’t you tell Vincenzo the truth? That you’ve been communicating with your dad… that you’ve escaped secretly sometimes to see your dad… and that you are getting engaged to President Satio’s only son.”Aurora shifted back in shock. *What the flying fuck?* She couldn’t believe her eyes.“President what?” she found herself whispering, but Sasha was fast. She brought out her phone and showed Vincenzo. By now, all the gangsters were outside.“you aren’t even Brielle—there’s something off about you,”
Last Updated: 2026-04-23
Chapter: Chapter 90- All evidence Point Down To youAurora woke up the next day….She stared at the ceiling for a long time, fingers tracing the faint bruises on her hips where he’d held her while he fucked….She hated how much she missed the warmth he took with him every time.She showered…..hot water scalding away the ache between her legs then she dressed simply: black bomshort , oversized hoodie, hair in a loose braid. She walked the east corridor toward the small sunroom—needing quiet, needing air that didn’t smell like him.Marisol was already there.Sitting cross-legged on the rug near the window—blanket wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak—holding Aurora’s harmonica in both hands like it was made of glass.Aurora froze in the doorway.Marisol looked up—eyes wide, hopeful, but careful.“I didn’t touch anything else,” she whispered quickly. “I just… found it on the table. I was waiting. I thought maybe… if I was quiet… you’d let me stay.”Aurora’s chest tightened.She looked at the little girl—small, fragile, eyes too old
Last Updated: 2026-04-20
Chapter: Chapter 89-He will cut out your heart and laugh….The Truth or Dare game dissolved the way all good chaos does….. Laughter turned slurred. Bodies drifted toward the dance floor. Aurora stayed. She didn’t dance again. Just sat on the edge of a chair…. Her legs crossed, dress riding high, red lipstick smudged from earlier. She was drunk and wasted. She drank the glass of vodka in her hand and stood up walking towards Vincenzo. When she go closer to him…. He Just grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into a corner…... No words. Just his fingers finding her already wet pussy…. swollen from the lap dance she’d given him earlier. Aurora gasped soft and sharp….. her head tipping back against the wall… He pushed two fingers inside her…..deep, no warning, his thumb circling her clit in rough, relentless strokes. She moaned…. While, His other hand clamped over her mouth. “Quiet,” he growled against her ear. “Or everyone hears how wet you get for me.” Aurora’s eyes fluttered….half-lidded and glassy. Her hips
Last Updated: 2026-03-20
Chapter: Chapter 88-Defeated by a PussyBottles were half-empty, laughter slurred, bodies pressed too close under the crimson chandeliers. Let’s play truth or dare… No one argued. They were all drunk The inner circle formed a loose circle on the rug: Vincenzo on one end (legs spread, arms draped over the back of the couch like he owned the air), Aurora diagonally across from him (still in that black silk dress, knees tucked under her now, eyes carefully avoiding his), Axe and Sierra side by side, Nini cross-legged and fidgety, Salvatore sprawled like he was bored, Vera grinning like a cat with cream, Sasha perched on the edge of a chair trying not to look at Vincenzo, Ken leaning back with a beer still drinking…. Nikita clapped once and sharp. “Rules: no skipping, no lying, no pussyfooting. You pick truth or dare. We pick the consequence.” She pointed at Salvatore first. “You. Truth or dare.” Salvatore smirked. “Dare.” Vera’s eyes glittered. “Kiss Vera. Real kiss. Tongue. Thirty seconds.” Nikita spoke…..
Last Updated: 2026-03-20
Chapter: Chapter 87- His Psycho headYeeeee….. The gangster cheer…..Vincenzo gave them the go ahead to party…..As usual The Empire Hall of Imperio Pecaminoso had never been built for small gatherings.High vaulted ceilings, black marble floors veined with gold, chandeliers dripping crimson crystal like frozen blood. Tonight the lights were dimmed to a low, pulsing amber. Bass thumped from hidden speakers…..It was slow, and dirty, the kind that crawled under skin. Tables groaned under bottles of every poison known to man: aged whiskey, clear vodka, blood-red wine, unlabeled absinthe that burned green in the glass. Gangsters sprawled across leather couches, laughing too loud, already chasing the edge of blackout.It a drink party….Vincenzo doesn’t care about party but he felt like watching them… Maybe because he saw how Aurora cheer…. Now he has decide not to put his mind on any of General Puro’s shit….He stood near the far wall putting on a black shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled to the elbows, one hand in
Last Updated: 2026-03-20
Chapter: Chapter 86- I’m sticking with VincenzoAurora cleaned up her eyes….She don’t have to cry…. It aren’t his fault…. It just her fault. She is just too fast.She just have to be patient with him…..That’s just it….She dry up her body and dress up taking her note pad and harmonica……*****Marisol had been watching Aurora for days.Not the loud, clingy way she used to….running up, arms wide, calling her “Mommy.” She’d learned that got her pushed away. So now she was quieter. Smaller. She hovered at the edges of rooms, peeking around corners, waiting for Aurora to look happy, or tired, or alone.That afternoon Aurora was in the small sunroom off the east wing of the empire….curled in an armchair, knees to chest, staring out the window at nothing. Her harmonica was on top of her notepad. Marisol crept in barefoot She didn’t run. She just stood in the doorway.Aurora felt the shift in the air before she saw her.Her shoulders stiffened.Marisol took one careful step forward.“Hi,” she whispered.Aurora’s head snapped
Last Updated: 2026-03-20
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