Kelly stared at his father in disbelief, shock etched on his face. "You’re marrying Lucy? She’s my girlfriend! Dad, you want to marry Lucy?" He paced back and forth, overwhelmed. His father calmly corrected him, "She was your ex." Lucy, standing beside Andrew, interjected, "We broke up, Kelly. And you’re with Rose now." What had once seemed like a perfect relationship quickly spiraled into chaos when Lucy discovered that her boyfriend had been cheating on her with her best friend. "What other perfect way is there to make him regret his actions than by marrying his own father?" NB: this book is very erotica 18+
view moreA taxi pulled over, and a radiant smile lit up her face as she stepped out, framed by a sleek ponytail cascading over her shoulder, emphasizing her expressive eyes. She was a striking European beauty, carrying a cardboard box containing a PS5 console. Approaching the house, she moved with purpose and confidence.
"See you around, beauty," the driver's voice called out from the taxi.
Lucy didn’t turn to respond. Instead, she hummed a tune, her attention fixed on the house ahead. As she neared a flower bed, she stretched out a slender arm, her nails pristine, and plucked a blooming rose. A small, satisfied smile played on her lips as she held the flower.
She reached the front door, her right fist clenched with the gift tucked under her left arm. Raising her fist, she knocked firmly. When no one answered, she pressed the doorbell and waited patiently. After a moment, growing impatient, she grasped the handle, twisting it open with a creak.
Peering inside, she saw the living room—an inviting space with well-arranged couches and sofas centered around a coffee table. On the wall, a family photo caught her eye.
"Mr. Andrew," she called softly, but there was no response. Stepping inside, she shut the door behind her quietly, her movements smooth—familiar with the space.
Her gaze wandered to the doorways ahead. One was slightly ajar. A deep, masculine groan emanated from the room, causing her to freeze in place.
Her brow furrowed. "Is that not Mr. Andrew's voice?" she murmured, curiosity piqued.
Cautiously, she tiptoed closer and peered inside.
Her eyes widened in shock. There, in the room, was Mr. Andrew. His mouth was slightly open, his boxer shorts pulled down to his ankles. His gaze was fixed on his phone, while his hand wrapped around his aroused penis, stroking rhythmically. muffled groans escaped his lips.
His bare chest was slick with sweat, muscles tense and relaxed as he moved. Beads of sweat traced down his face and rolled onto his abdomen, highlighting his chiseled abs. His Adam's apple bobbed with each breath.
Lucy’s face flushed as she quickly retreated in panic.
“I didn’t see anything, I didn’t see anything,” she muttered repeatedly, trying to convince herself she hadn’t just witnessed her boyfriend’s father masturbating.
Her heart raced as she nervously opened the opposite door, slipping inside. She dropped the PS5 console she had bought onto the bed.
A smile spread across her face as she whispered, “Happy birthday, my love.”
Without hesitation, she turned and quietly left the room. Passing by the slightly ajar door, she hurried out of the house entirely.
Her expression was conflicted, her mind racing as her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
She gently patted her face and muttered, “Lucy, stop thinking about it. You didn’t see anything… definitely not Mr. Andrew’s naked body.”
Frustration bubbled up as the vivid image of Mr. Andrew’s well-defined muscles and strong physique lingered in her mind.
She swallowed hard, desperate to push the thoughts away.
Trying to distract herself, she pulled out her phone and called her boyfriend, Kelly.
After several unanswered calls, she flagged down a taxi and got in.
Thirty minutes later, the taxi pulled up in a quiet residential neighborhood. Lucy stepped out and approached a European-style bungalow, her mind still swirling with conflicting emotions.
She stood at the entrance and knocked. Soon, footsteps echoed behind the door, followed by a sharp snap and the creaking sound of it opening.
A teenage boy, about Lucy’s age, stepped into view.
With a smile, Lucy greeted, “Hi, Jude.”
Jude raised his hand, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Hi, Lucy. Are you here for Kelly? He’s not in. He left with some boys earlier…”
Lucy noticed the guilt flashing across Jude’s face and suspicion crept in. She’d already suspected Kelly days ago after he failed to show up at their usual meeting spot.
Today was Kelly’s birthday, and he’d lied, saying he was at home. But when Lucy went over, he wasn’t there.
Narrowing her eyes, she asked, “Jude, is Kelly in or not?”
Jude gave a nervous smile. “He’s not. You can try calling him.”
Lucy hesitated for a moment, then turned to leave. Jude’s tense expression relaxed — until she suddenly pushed past him.
“Hey, hey, Lucy! You can’t go in!” Jude called out loudly.
Lucy’s heart pounded wildly. Jude’s reaction told her everything: something was very wrong.
This wasn’t the first time she’d come to Jude’s place. Usually, Kelly would bring her along whenever he wanted to see Jude.
Her face twisted in shock when she suddenly heard loud panting and heated voices filled with passionate confessions.
“Do you like the way I ride you, huh?”
“Yes, yes, Rose, ummh... fuck!”
“Lucy and I, who do you love?”
“It’s you I love, Rose. Lucy is just a girl I’m with for her money.”
Lucy froze, anger flushing her face, her eyes fierce and burning.
“Lucy, don’t listen to their nonsense,” Jude said quickly, trying to laugh it off. “They’re just talking nonsense because they’re having fun.”
But Lucy’s sharp glare and bloodshot eyes silenced him instantly.
Without a word, she turned and walked away without interrupting her boyfriend, who was in bed with her best friend Rose.
Jude followed, trying to explain, “Lucy, it’s not what you think—”
Lucy paused at the door, then yelled, “I’m not blind, Jude. You’re both disgusting. I hate you.”
She slammed the door shut and burst into tears, rushing onto the street. Through her sobs, she hailed a taxi and climbed in, still weeping.
The taxi pulled over, and she hurriedly climbed inside.
"Are you alright, girl?" the driver asked as he peered into the rearview mirror, noticing Lucy sobbing and tears streaming down her face.She looked away, tears still falling, her shoulders trembling. The driver shrugged, deciding it was best to mind his own business.
"Where to?" he asked, his tone casual.Lucy’s eyes suddenly hardened, a cold smile curling on her lips. She was ready to make him pay for his betrayal.
"Number 2 Holland Street," she said softly but with steel in her voice.It was time for her to make him regret.
Evelyn stared at her blankly before finally speaking, her voice trembling. "Henson's coming for me. He's going to take me away from here."Maria’s face darkened with anger. She snapped at her friend, her voice sharp. "Idiot! He’s already used you. Open your eyes, Eve. He’s not coming through for you."Tears welled up in Evelyn’s eyes as she retorted softly, "He loves me. He would never do that to me."Maria looked at her with frustration, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She wanted to shake some sense into her friend, to look inside her mind and see what was making her so blind. How could she be so delusional, so naive? Evelyn had already been used and discarded.She reached out, grabbing Evelyn’s hands gently but firmly. "You’re such a big idiot, Eve. I don’t know what I can say to make you see the truth—Henson’s a bastard, a son of a bitch."Maria’s voice trembled with urgency as she pleaded, "We have to find a way out of this. You can’t be convicted of murder. You j
When Henson declared, "It's time to carry out Plan B then," his tone was decisive.Hannah looked at him thoughtfully, then asked softly, "Are you sure? You’re not thinking of changing your mind?"Henson shook his head firmly. "No. I’ve made up my mind. We’re going through with Plan B."Without hesitation, he began dressing. Hannah didn’t stop him; she simply watched as he finished getting ready. Once done, he approached her, leaned in, and gently kissed her forehead."After all this is over, we’ll set a date for our wedding," he promised softly.He then turned and left the room. What he didn’t notice was that Hannah’s expression remained blank—her eyelids drooped, and her face was emotionless, as if her heart wasn’t in it.Henson drove to Evelyn’s apartment, stepping out of his car and walking inside. He knocked, then pushed open the door to find the living room empty.He moved into the bedroom and found Evelyn lying under the duvet on the bed. She had pulled the blanket over herself,
Hannah looked at him impatiently, her voice trembling with confusion. "What are you talking about? What did we do? Talk to me."Henson grasped her hands tightly, his eyes shining with excitement. "Maxwell is dead. He’s dead."Hannah’s eyes widened in disbelief, her brow furrowing. "You’re talking so fast."But Henson couldn’t contain his urgency. He grabbed his car keys and hurriedly said, "You need to confirm it quickly. I’m heading to see Evelyn."Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked out swiftly. Hannah called after him, "Henson, hold on—"But he was already gone, the door closing behind him. He didn’t even wait for his driver; he jumped into his car and sped off down the street.On the way, traffic held him up, and his frustration grew. He grumbled under his breath, honking impatiently and cursing softly. Once the gridlock eased, he accelerated rapidly, his face dark with tension.He arrived at Evelyn’s apartment building, slamming his foot on the brake as the car jerk
Suddenly, Evelyn’s voice crackled from the phone’s speaker. “I was about to call you. I just left your office, and your secretary confirmed you're not inside.”Henson retorted coldly, “Come to the company’s car park. I’m waiting for you there.” Without waiting for a response, he ended the call. His eyebrows knitted in worry, a flicker of anxiety crossing his face. He was nervous about why Evelyn was suddenly looking for him—especially since they hadn’t made up, and their relationship had been strained lately.He sat in the driver’s seat, waiting anxiously, lost in thought, contemplating various possibilities. Soon, Evelyn appeared in his peripheral vision. He saw her approach through the windshield and waited patiently until she reached his car.“Get in,” he said softly.Evelyn opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. As she turned to face him, she broke the silence with her words. “Myself and your uncle are leaving for Scotland. I’m ready.”Henson’s eyes widened in surprise.
Maria beckoned Evelyn with open arms and softly said, "Come here."Evelyn walked over and fell into her embrace. Maria gently whispered, "It's normal to be nervous, but this is the right thing to do."She broke the hug and looked into Evelyn’s face, offering reassurance. "Don’t miss this opportunity to make things right, dear."Nodding silently, Evelyn picked up her handbag, stood up, and exited the room. She paused briefly at the doorway, then flagged down a taxi and hopped in. The driver sped off toward her destination.At the company, Evelyn paid the fare and entered the building. Standing before the elevator that would take her to the top floor—where the chairman’s office was—she fidgeted nervously. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the elevator.The elevator ascended smoothly, carrying her to the top floor. She stepped out and walked down the corridor toward the office door. Inside, Maxwell was not yet there.A few minutes later, Maxwell arrived. Evelyn immediately rose to h
Maxwell’s patience had worn thin. With a cold, clipped tone, he retorted, “Good night.” Without another word, he stepped back, slammed the door shut, and locked it behind him. The suddenness of his actions took Hannah by surprise; she stared at the closed door in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock.Her face creased with doubt as she muttered to herself, “Did Maxwell just shut the door in my face? He really did that?”She shook her head, unwilling to accept what had just happened. She was accustomed to Maxwell groveling at her feet, doing everything to please her — going to great lengths to win her favor. This cold treatment, however, ignited feelings of resentment and anger within her.Fuming, she slammed her fist against the door and demanded loudly, “Maxwell! Open the damn door! Open the fucking door! I want to talk to you!”No matter how persistently she knocked or how loudly she demanded, Maxwell remained silent inside. He didn’t respond or make any move to open the door.After a
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