Se connecterAnabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! I love your fucking dick! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
Voir plusFor a mature audience only! This book contains explicit content with violence, murder, torture, psycological abuse, depression, suicide attempt, rape, noncunsensual and forced sex. This is a fictional story and my opinion is that any form of nonconsensual and forced sex is considered rape, unless it has been consented in advance. I don’t believe it is right for any man or woman to abuse another person, like Alessio does, in a relationship or outside one.
The way Alessio treats Catherine is not kinky in any way. He has not given her a way out or any kind of safeword. His behavior is only abusive even if he might have another view of it. Alessio is not a nice person. He is cruel, narcissistic and lacks empathy for other people.
Catherine’s reaction to his treatment and the fact that she is forced to remain in a relationship with him is a bit like Stockholm syndrome. The fact that she has low self esteem and is close to depression to begin with affects her behavior as well.
The reason I have written this is because I wanted to write something horrible, wrong and disgusting. I would be very happy if you give me constructive critique and positive feedback. I consider a comment like ‘This is disgusting!’ to be positive feedback on this story, since that is the feeling I am after.
When they got home, Anabel watched in admiration as Desmond unloaded her bags one by one. He had told her not to touch anything. There was something deeply comforting in the way he insisted on doing it all himself. It was as if carrying her luggage was his way of carrying her heart back into their shared life. Once everything was inside, Desmond led her through the familiar hallway, past the living room, and up the stairs to their bedroom. Anabel’s heart beat faster with every step. She hadn’t been in this space for months. Not since everything fell apart. She didn’t know what to expect. But when Desmond opened the door and stepped aside to let her in, her breath caught in her throat. The room was exactly as she had left it. The soft cream curtains are still hung by the windows. Her favorite throw blanket was folded neatly at the foot of the bed. The books on her nightstand seemed untouched, still stacked in the same order. She didn't take anyone when she left. And on the dresse
After the joyful occasion, Anabel returned to her room, packed her bags, and brought them downstairs. Jethro met her at the door and took the luggage from her hands. “Let me help you with that,” he said and took them from her, then headed toward Desmond’s car parked in the driveway. Desmond was still talking with Anabel's mother. When he was done, he took Anabel's hand and led her out to the front passenger seat. “Your throne awaits,” he said with a playful grin, opening the door for her. Anabel laughed softly and stepped in, settling into the seat with a content sigh. Behind them, Mrs. Elizabeth and Bella climbed into the back seat, chatting quietly, still glowing from the evening’s joy. Desmond closed the door, walked around to the driver’s side, and slid in behind the wheel. As the engine purred to life, Anabel’s family stood at the entrance, waving them off. Sir Orton, Lady Orton, and Jethro smiled and waved until the car disappeared out of their sight. The drive began smoot
“Now,” Sir Orton began again, “before we move on to the feast, there’s something I want to ask, something we all want to hear.” The room became silent, and Anabel, along with Desmond, looked up in curiosity. Sir Orton turned to her with a serious gaze. “Anabel, my only daughter… Do you truly want to accept Desmond again? Do you want to marry him? Not out of pressure, not out of nostalgia, but from your heart?” All eyes turned to her, and the room held its breath. Anabel’s lips curved into a gentle smile. She turned her head slowly to look at Desmond, who was already watching her with eyes full of love. There was no hesitation in her gaze, no doubt in her heart. “I love him,” she said. “I’ve loved him through the pain, through the silence, through the distance. And yes… I will marry him again and again.” A collective sigh of joy swept through the room. Desmond’s heart swelled, his eyes glistening with emotion. He reached for her hand across the table and held it tightly. Sir Orto
Just then, Sir Orton and his wife entered the room, followed by Jethro. Sir Orton wore black trousers and a white shirt. “Ah, Desmond,” Sir Orton said, extending his hand. “It’s good to see you again. And… who are they? Your mom and sister?" "Exactly. They are my family. I know you haven't met them before." They exchanged greetings, handshakes, and warm embraces. Both families were very happy to see each other. Once everyone was seated, Sir Orton cleared his throat gently and began to speak. “I must say,” he began with a calm voice, “this is a day I have looked forward to for a long time. Seeing both families gathered here, not in tension or misunderstanding, but in peace and joy. It fills my heart with joy. It gardens me.” He turned to Desmond and Anabel. “When two people find their way back to each other after walking through fire, it means their bond is stronger than ever. I’ve watched my daughter grow through pain, and I’ve seen the little change in you, Desmond. This reuni
At this point, Daniella could not hold it. She raised her hand to slap Anabel, and Desmond caught her wrist in the air. "How dare you try to raise your filthy hands on her? Desmond growled at her and yanked her hand away. "You are lucky your hand didn't touch me. You would have regretted ever cro
"You think you are dealing with me, but you are shooting yourself in the leg. My mom warned me about you, but I continued to swim in our love." "We are done talking, Jethro. I want you to get out of my room right now. We need to continue from where we stopped, or do you want to watch live porn?""
The next day, Jethro got prepared. He got the diamond ring and a very expensive flower bouquet. He was wearing a blue suit. He considered that day a special day.He texted Stella he was coming and checked himself in the mirror. He was satisfied with who he saw in the mirror. He tugged his tie and m
Everyone turned to him with curiosity. "What is that?" The mom asked.“I’m proposing to my girlfriend tomorrow.” He answered and the room fell silent. His mom's smile faded instantly. It sounded like good news, but to her, it wasn't. Rather, it was bad news. A very bad one. “You are what?”“I’m pro
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