All Chapters of Fantasy collections: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Hello my readers, g****e has been flagging down some erotic books, so this free chapter will be erotic free. i am so sorry for the inconvienience. Don't worry, the other chapters are still to your liking. Thanks for reading, enjoy.I never thought I’d be the kind of man who betrayed his best friend. But then again, I never expected to meet her. The private estate on the Amalfi Coast was nothing short of obscene. Marcus had spared no expense for his wedding week — sprawling villas overlooking the turquoise sea, private infinity pools, marble terraces draped in white roses and fairy lights. Everything smelled like money, salt air, and impending disaster. As his best man, I was supposed to be here to support him. Instead, I was already drowning in guilt and something far more dangerous. Her name was Isabella Vale. Marcus’s bride-to-be. I first saw her properly on the second day of preparations. I had just finished a long workout in the estate’s private gym when I walked out onto the

The morning after I fucked my best friend’s fiancée, the guilt felt like a living thing coiled in my stomach.I woke up alone in my villa, the sheets still carrying the faint scent of Isabella’s perfume and sex. My cock was already half-hard just from the memory of how she had looked beneath me — legs spread, eyes locked on mine as I filled her with my cum. I hated myself for how much I wanted her again.The wedding was now only three days away.Throughout the day, we played our roles with terrifying precision. I stood beside Marcus during fittings, laughing at his jokes while trying not to remember how his future wife had moaned my name when she came on my cock. Isabella moved through the events like a vision in soft pastels, smiling at guests, touching Marcus’s arm affectionately. But every time our eyes met across the room, the air between us crackled with dangerous electricity.The first near-miss happened during the afternoon boat excursion.The yacht was packed with the wedding

The private island villa shimmered under the Caribbean sun like a forbidden paradise. White marble columns stretched toward the cloudless sky, and the infinity pool spilled endlessly into the turquoise ocean. Elena Voss adjusted the thin strap of her white bikini top, her full breasts straining against the delicate fabric as she lounged on the oversized daybed. At twenty-nine, she was the perfect trophy wife—elegant, sensual, and utterly bored.Her husband, Richard Voss, had left again. Another emergency board meeting in New York. “I’ll be back in ten days, darling,” he’d said, kissing her cheek without even looking at her properly. That was three days ago. Elena sighed, swirling the ice in her untouched mojito. Ten days felt like ten years in this gilded cage.She was Richard’s third wife, twenty-five years his junior. He had married her for her beauty and her ability to look good on his arm at galas. In return, she got unlimited credit cards, this private island, and a cold, empty b

The next morningy brought an unwelcome surprise. Elena was still basking in the afterglow of the previous night’s forbidden passion when Richard’s private helicopter thundered over the island. She stood on the terrace in a silk robe, coffee cup trembling in her hand, as the chopper landed on the helipad. Alex appeared beside her, freshly showered but with a dark, possessive glint in his eyes.“Looks like dear old Dad cut his trip short,” Alex muttered, his hand brushing possessively against her ass under the robe before pulling away quickly.Richard Voss stepped out, looking every bit the powerful billionaire in his tailored suit. At fifty-four, he was still handsome in a commanding way, but the cold distance in his eyes reminded Elena why she had fallen into his son’s arms. He barely glanced at her as he approached.“Change of plans,” Richard announced, kissing her cheek perfunctorily. “The Tokyo deal fell through, so I’m back for a few days before heading to London. Hope you two hav

I sat at the long obsidian conference table, my legs tightly crossed beneath my pencil skirt, trying desperately to maintain my composure. My heart was already racing, and the meeting hadn’t even properly begun. Across from me sat Damien Cross — the arrogant, infuriating CEO of Cross Enterprises and the man I hated more than anyone else in this city.He looked devastatingly handsome as usual, leaning back in his chair like he owned the entire building. His tailored black suit stretched across his broad shoulders and muscular chest. Those sharp cheekbones and dark, piercing eyes seemed to strip me bare every time they landed on me. A slight smirk played on his lips, and I felt my stomach tighten with a confusing mix of anger and something far more dangerous.This was our third meeting this month over the Apex Dynamics merger. A billion-dollar deal that both our companies were fighting viciously to control. The rivalry between Sterling Corp and Cross Enterprises had turned toxic, and so