BETRAYED

“Baby! Liam!! I’m home!”My voice echoed through the hallway, bouncing off the walls of our small apartment. Normally, he would come running — his face lighting up, his arms wrapping me in a warm embrace. But today, there was only silence.A strange feeling crept up my spine. Something felt off. I kicked off my shoes, the sound of my heels against the tiled floor the only reply I got.“Liam?” I called again, softer this time.Still nothing.The living room was empty. The television was off. His phone was lying face down on the couch. That was strange — he never went anywhere without it.A whisper of suspicion began to form in my mind, one I tried to push away. No, not Liam. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.I made my way upstairs, my heartbeat quickening with each step.And then I stopped.The door to our bedroom was half open. The soft rustle of sheets met my ears. I pushed the door slowly, praying — begging silently — that I was wrong.But there he was.Liam. My Liam.Asleep. In our bed. Wi

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SURPRISED.

The night was loud.Music pulsed through the walls, the kind that made your heart race even if you didn’t want it to. Lights flashed red, blue, gold — people laughed, bodies moved, and the world outside the club ceased to exist.I sat at the bar, my fingers wrapped around a glass of something strong. I didn’t even ask what it was — I just wanted the burn, the distraction, the numbness.My sister, Bella, had dragged me here. She said she had a “surprise” to cheer me up, but really, I knew what she wanted. To make me forget.Bella was everything I wasn’t — fearless, wild, unapologetic. While I’d spent years clinging to love and loyalty, she lived like the world owed her nothing and she owed it nothing in return. No attachments. No heartbreak.She was dancing now, her hips swaying effortlessly to the beat, her laughter cutting through the music like silver bells. Men watched her with hungry eyes, but she didn’t care. Bella belonged to no one.I envied her for that.She came back to the b

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WILD ESCAPADE.

**My Wild escapade**. “ Who are you”? he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated deep within me. It was rough, commanding, yet tinged with a vulnerability that made my knees weak. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and took a step closer. The floor felt distant beneath my feet, as if i were floating toward him. “I should be asking you that question,” he added, his lips curling into a smirk that was both playful and predatory.My breath caught in my throat, and i felt a whimper escape my lips before i could stop it. This was wrong—so wrong—but the pull between them was undeniable. I reached out, my fingers trembling as they brushed against his chest, feeling the solid warmth of his body beneath my touch. “I—” , my voice cracking, but before I could finish, I deliberately pulled him into a kiss.It was hungry, desperate, like two starving souls finally finding sustenance. His lips were firm yet yielding, his taste intoxicating. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing myself ag

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**MY GIGOLO**

The sound of my phone vibrating against the nightstand dragged me out of sleep. My head throbbed, my mouth was dry, and the sunlight streaming through the curtains felt like punishment. I groaned and reached for the phone.Bella.Her name flashed on the screen. I squinted at it, then pressed decline. Not now. My head was splitting open, and my memories from the night before were a blur.I remembered the club. The drinks. The key.Room 305.And then…I sat up too fast, my body protesting. The blanket slipped, and I froze.I wasn’t alone.The bathroom door opened, and steam poured out like smoke from a dream. He stepped into the light — tall, broad, and looking unfairly perfect for this hour of the morning. His hair was still damp, clinging to his forehead, and the towel slung low around his hips left little to the imagination.My breath caught in my throat.He didn’t even notice me at first, running a hand through his hair, his muscles moving with every small motion. He looked like tem

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LANCEL GROUP.

****My car rolled to a slow stop in front of the towering glass building, and for a full minute, I couldn’t move. I just sat there, staring through the window, my breath fogging up the glass.“The Lancel Group”.I’d seen photos of the company headquarters online — the shining symbol of power, wealth, and success — but pictures did it no justice. The real thing was breathtaking. The entire structure rose like a monument of glass and steel, its mirrored windows reflecting the morning sun so brilliantly it almost hurt to look at. The gold-engraved company logo glimmered proudly above the revolving doors, bold and elegant:“LANCEL GROUP INTERNATIONAL”.My hands trembled slightly as I reached for my bag. “Here goes nothing,” I whispered to myself.The morning breeze caught my hair, carrying the faint scent of fresh coffee and city air. Businessmen and women hurried past me in crisp suits, their heels clicking sharply on the marble pavement. Everything here screamed importance — and for the

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All Chapters of MARRIED TO MY GIGOLO.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

BETRAYED

SURPRISED.

WILD ESCAPADE.

**MY GIGOLO**

LANCEL GROUP.

MY GIGOLO