First-Person POV Romance Web Novels & Ruthless Affair Stories

"Sign the divorce papers, Nora." I didn't cry. I simply looked at the billionaire husband who had ignored me for three years and made one final demand. "One hundred days, Silas. Move back into my bedroom. Touch me like a man obsessed with his wife. On Day 101, I will sign the papers and walk away." Arrogant and certain, he agreed, assuming it was a desperate plea to use my body to win his heart back. He had no idea what he was walking into. By Day 20, the cold, untouchable CEO is rushing home just to pin me against our bedroom door. By Day 50, he’s pulling me into his lap, whispering breathless, desperate promises in the dark. He is addicted to the friction, using every searing kiss and heavy touch to forcefully brand me as his. He thinks the heated nights we share mean I am finally surrendering. He doesn't know the truth. I’m not using these 100 nights to fall back in love with him. I’m using his counterfeit passion to completely numb my heart. While my body responds to his fire, my soul is freezing over. On Day 100, Silas pours his soul into the most emotionally raw night of my life. He falls asleep holding me tight, entirely convinced his absolute worship has won me back forever. But on Day 101, he wakes up to cold sheets, an empty closet, and a signed contract. His money couldn't buy me. His touch couldn't keep me. Now, the billionaire who thought he was playing a game will burn his empire to the ground to find the wife who gave him her body, but vanished with her soul.

“Do you want to suck it?” His voice was calm, but his hands were ruthless. One look into his dark, commanding eyes, and I knew I was never walking away the same. ⚠️ WARNING: This book contains explicit sexual content, dark themes, and high heat. 18+ readers only. ⚠️ I spent an entire year keeping my virginity locked away like something fragile, saving it for a boyfriend who promised he could wait. But the moment I opened his bedroom door to give him my first time, my world shattered. There he was—my boyfriend Vance, on all fours, moaning under another man. Raw from betrayal and burning with a sudden, reckless emptiness, I walked out and stepped straight into an elevator with a powerful stranger. A man with silver at his temples, broad shoulders, and a quiet authority that took up every inch of space. Within minutes, he had me on my knees in a locked restroom, teaching my mouth and body things I had never dreamed of. I thought it was just a dirty, nameless encounter to numb the pain. I was wrong. When I arrived at dinner to meet the mysterious benefactor who had paid for my school fees and kept my fridge full since my parents died, my stomach dropped. Standing right there was the man from the elevator. The man who had just had his mouth between my legs. Corren—my aunt Sybil’s husband, my guardian... and Vance’s father. Now, I’m living under his roof, surrounded by his wealth, and bound by his rules. The first rule? I have to call him Daddy. What started as a desperate night of revenge has spiraled into an addictive, forbidden obsession.

My husband betrayed me. Not with another woman. With my sister. Vanessa got the wedding, the name, the bed. I got a contract titled "Second Wife Agreement, a nobody. Justin only said it was business. “. Staff were told: “She assists Mrs. Stonia.” . Like I’m furniture.Every morning I bring Vanessa coffee in bed , the bed I was supposed to share with him. Every night I hear them through the wall and count the seconds until I can stop counting.He thinks I’m broken.I’m not broken. I’m planning.Because Justin has one weakness: Cyrus King. His stepbrother. He was cold blooded mafia boss and he runs his empires with an iron fist.He built himself and rose to the top.I plan to make him mine, When he returns from Russia . He'll be staying at my husband's house for a month before my leaving New York.I'll finally seduce him and strike a deal to destroy JUSTIN especially my stepsister. But things took a drastic turn ,when I started to get tangled between them.

"Tell me to stop, Dara. Tell me right now, or I’m going to fúcking ruin you for every other man alive." Rafael’s voice was a low, dangerous growl against my ear, his rough hands pinning my wrists above my head on the cold marble of the kitchen counter. My dress was already torn open at the front, my chest heaving, my heavy breasts aching for his touch. Downstairs, the muffled sounds of the family dinner party continued—the very party thrown to celebrate my upcoming wedding to Joe, his sweet, perfect stepbrother. "Oh fúck! Don't stop," I gasped, arching my back into his searing heat, completely shameless. "Please, Rafael… destroy me." Ten years. I gave ten loyal years to Joe, only to catch him groaning my cousin’s name in a trashy motel room. I was supposed to be the good girl, the forgiving fiancée. But good girls get broken. Bad girls take revenge. "You like being bad for me, little bride?" Rafael murmured, his fingers sliding mercilessly past the lace of my panties, finding me soaked and trembling for him. He bit my bottom lip until I tasted iron, dragging a ragged moan from my throat. "You’re dripping for the wrong brother. Look at me when I take you." When his heavy weight finally buried deep inside me, the white-hot intensity shattered whatever was left of my innocence. Every desperate thrust was a fúck-you to Joe’s betrayal, a dirty, addictive sin that burned away ten years of lies. Now Joe is threatening to expose our filthy secret to the world and I have to choose between keeping my clean reputation, or surrendering completely to the untamed desire that owns my body and soul.

Blurb: Betrayed by her boyfriend who she had helped build his volatile hockey image, Dahlia is set to prove him wrong when he carelessly makes the remark that she can't find work again in his team if she quits, because all the other players wouldn't get on his bad side. According to him, he held all the cards. But what she doesn't know is that by trying to prove him wrong she will be setting herself up for more than she could have ever bargained. Because the very man she is going into this deal with, wants more than she has to offer.