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The Niece The Husband The Queen

Auteur: Jay Daniels
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-24 14:48:27

Victoria's POV

The wine glass shattered on the floor, red spilling out like the blood I wanted to draw from both of them.

Daniel, my husband of twenty-five years, the man who promised me forever in front of God and our families stood there with his pants around his ankles, cock still glistening from her. And Claire. Sweet, innocent Claire. The niece I welcomed into our home like a daughter. Legs spread on his desk, blouse half-off, looking like a deer in headlights.

I didn't scream. Didn't cry
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  • HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE    Mom & Dad

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  • HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE    Game Over

    Claire's POV The front door opened.Victoria entered first in a black dress that hugged every curve, heels clicking slow and deliberate. Camilla followed, in leather pants catching the candlelight, deep red top cut so low I could see the lace edge of her bra from here. They moved like they rehearsed this. Predators who already knew the big kill was coming.Kelvin rose up from the couch, confusion written all over his face. The wine glass still in his hand, his eyes moved them to the hallway where I had to disappear moments earlier.“Claire?” His voice stuttered on my name. “What’s going on?”Victoria smiled that slow, sly smile that never reached her eyes. “We thought we'd join you," Victoria said, stepping closer. "Claire told us you were... special. We wanted to see for ourselves."“Special?” He laughed once, nervous. “This isn’t funny. Where is she?”Camilla stepped closer, hips swaying. That evil glow Isabella warned me about, radiating from her. “She’s close. Very close. Watch

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  • HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE    The Niece The Husband The Queen

    Victoria's POVThe wine glass shattered on the floor, red spilling out like the blood I wanted to draw from both of them. Daniel, my husband of twenty-five years, the man who promised me forever in front of God and our families stood there with his pants around his ankles, cock still glistening from her. And Claire. Sweet, innocent Claire. The niece I welcomed into our home like a daughter. Legs spread on his desk, blouse half-off, looking like a deer in headlights.I didn't scream. Didn't cry. Not then. I just stared, letting the silence cut deeper than any words could."Victoria… " Daniel started, fumbling to pull up his trousers."Don't," I said, my voice ice-cold, slicing through the air. It wasn't a shout; it was a command. The kind I used in boardrooms to shut down idiots twice my size.Claire scrambled off the desk, yanking her clothes back into place. She tripped over her own feet, nearly stumbled. Part of me wished she had, she grabbed her purse and some little black gadget

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