All Chapters of Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

STORY TWELVE: THE ALTAR REPLACEMENT CHAPTER ONEIt had been three hours since I got sent the video of Jake pounding into his mistress—sent by the mistress herself. The video was followed by her sonogram. Three months gone.The thing was, I was currently at the altar, standing beside the priest, waiting for a man who had been supposed to arrive two hours ago. Even then I had been willing to swallow what I’d been sent if it meant this wedding could still go on.My engagement to the Stallion family had been the trendiest topic of the month. The Stallions were one of the richest families in the city, even with the parents long separated. The first child had married five years ago—another media circus. Now it was the second child’s turn. Jake. And he had left his bride standing at the altar.What would people say if I walked out those hall doors without tying the knot? There were no guests—it was meant to be only me, my husband, and the priest—but cameras were everywhere. It would be repo

CHAPTER THREEHis penthouse was in the largest apartment complex in New York. We arrived with our fingers interlocked. The elevator carried us straight up to the top floor. The doors opened into the penthouse and we stepped out.I don’t know who moved first. One second we were standing there. The next we were on each other, mouths crashing together, kissing like we were trying to bruise each other. Tyler bit down on my lower lip hard enough to split it. The sharp sting made me gasp and he sucked the blood off, tongue dragging over the cut while he groaned into my mouth.He didn’t bother with the zipper. He just grabbed the front of the wedding dress and ripped. Fabric tore with a loud, ugly sound. Buttons and lace scattered across the floor. He stripped me down to my bra and panties in seconds, then broke the kiss just long enough to look at me.His hand closed around my throat. Not tight enough to choke, just enough to hold me still while his other hand yanked my bra open and shoved

STORY THIRTEEN: MY BIKER FATHER-IN-LAW GOT REVENGE FOR ME THEN FUCKED MECHAPTER ONETrigger Warning: Domestic Abuse mention and violenceDavid was an underground fighter, and he used me to practice for his underground fights. He would chain my hands in the basement, pull on his gloves, and start beating me. “Sadie, I’m only doing this so I can win and use the prize for food and the things we need in this house,” he would say as he drove his fortieth punch into my gut, blood splattering from my mouth.He was lying. He never spent a single prize on anything but drugs and alcohol. I never had a say. He had promised to kill me if I ever opposed him or tried to report it.Yesterday evening, while he was hitting me as usual, his father walked in.Martins Donovan—late fifties, dark hair streaked with white, clean-shaven, with the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen—stopped cold. He stared, unable to believe what he was seeing, then turned and left without a word.Today I overheard David

CHAPTER THREEWe held each other’s gazes for another long minute, heat building between us until it snapped. I ripped off my leggings and panties in one rough motion, then yanked the hoodie over my head, left in just the thin bra that barely contained my tits. I reached for the hard bulge straining against his pants and rubbed it firmly through the fabric, feeling it throb under my palm. Then I unbuttoned him, shoved the pants and underwear down, and freed his thick cock. It sprang out, already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked slowly, thumb smearing the precum over the head while I kept my eyes locked on his.“So fucking big,” I breathed. “Please fuck me.”He spun me around hard. My chest hit the wooden desk with a thud, tits pressed flat against the cool surface, ass shoved high in the air. He then whispered into my ears, “My pleasure”, He didn’t waste time. One sharp slap cracked across my right cheek, then the left, the sting blooming hot under my sk

STORY FOURTEEN: LOAN SHARK FATHER-IN-LAW'S PUBLIC OBSESSIONCHAPTER ONETwo weeks ago, I married Simon.I showered him with as much love as I could, determined to make him believe I had married him out of genuine affection. The truth was far colder. I never married him because I loved him. I married him because of his father.Simon’s father, Rafael, was a notorious loan shark. He was known for handing out enormous sums—sometimes as much as fifty million dollars—and for what happened when people failed to repay. If the debt went unpaid, he killed them and harvested their organs.My father was about to become one of those victims. In two days, if the twelve million dollars he owed remained unpaid, Rafael would cut him open.Dad had told me only a few weeks earlier. He had borrowed the money from Rafael when he could no longer cover the cost of his surgery. He had bone marrow cancer and needed the operation urgently. He hadn’t wanted to burden me with it. Then he showed me the message Ra