A Letter To My Father

During the year that changed my life, my high school homeroom teacher called me to the corridor and asked if I was the heroine of the dirty scandal that shook the whole school. “I know you’re here on a scholarship because of your family’s underprivileged background, but you can’t just do anything for money!” As everyone threw me strange looks, she continued smugly, “Don’t deny it. The mole on the girl’s neck is just like yours!” I calmly wiped off the ink stain on my skin, revealing my unblemished neck. My teacher turned red in the face. Unfortunately for her, I had been reborn. This time, I was not going to fall into the same traps.

“You better be as long as the lengths you go to avoid me.” “Miss Patterson?!” he sounds flabbergasted. My eyes start to adjust to the darkness and I see that he is at the far corner, sitting on one of two seats in the room. “Is that what you’ve chosen to call me? Can you moan that?” “Miss Patterson!! I am your priest! You ought not to show up like this in front of me and say vulgar things to me.” He tries and fails to sound stern. He was practically drooling. “Yet all you want to do is clasp your hand on my chest and listen to me sing praises to you.” “You are of the devil.” I nod, “I’ve been called worse. But is it okay for a priest to moan about the devil while inside me?” “Will you stop??” “I will, after I’ve had my fill with you.” Melanie Rose Patterson wants her priest, and will stop at nothing to get into his pants. Because no matter what his mouth says, his body wants her. What Melanie wants, Melanie always gets... until now.

On my wedding anniversary, I came home to rose petals and champagne. Instead of romance, I found my husband in bed with my sister—wearing the couture gown I designed for her runway debut. He called my designs "boring" and revealed the fashion house I built was actually funded by her secret investor money. The child we adopted? Her biological son with my husband, who she abandoned to chase Paris Fashion Week. I walked out in nothing but the lingerie prototype from my latest collection. In a snowstorm. Straight into an exclusive fashion week after-party where I met him: a mysterious man who mistook me for a model and offered me a drink that tasted like freedom. One night later, I owed him $100,000. Three months later, I discovered I was pregnant. And when I showed up to my job interview at the biggest fashion conglomerate in the industry, ready to prove my designs could save their failing luxury brand, the CEO sitting across from me was the same man from that night. He remembers me. He wants his money back. And he's offering me $5 million if I can take his brand from fashion week laughingstock to top five in three major shows. I took the bet. I just didn't tell him about the baby. Or that my ex-husband's textile company supplies the fabric for every major fashion house—including his.

“Touch your toes for me, my sweet girl.” “You're supposed to be off-limits," I breathed. "And yet—" he tilted my chin up, "—you keep finding reasons to be alone with me.” One night. One stranger. One catastrophic secret. Madison Greymond has spent years being the good daughter, careful, loyal, invisible. So when she lets herself have one reckless night with a dangerously attractive stranger, she tells herself it means nothing. Until her mother slides a diamond ring onto her finger and introduces the man she's going to marry. Derek Salvador. The man whose hands Madison still dreams about. The man who looked at her like she was the only thing worth having and apparently decided her mother was the better bet. Now he's sitting at their dinner table. Sleeping down the hall. Watching Madison with dark eyes, while she's supposed to smile and forget. She knows it's wrong. She knows what's at stake. But desire doesn't care about right and wrong and Derek has never pretended to play by the rules. The closer he gets, the harder Madison fights. The harder she fights, the more she wants to surrender. Her mother's happiness. Her own sanity. A secret that grows more dangerous with every stolen glance, every accidental touch, every moment alone where the line between forbidden and inevitable gets harder to find. Someone always finds out. The only question is….how long can a secret survive when two people can barely resist each other?

"You stupid whore," Jasper snarls, fingers bruising my arms as he shakes me like trash. "Name the bastard who touched what's mine or I'll carve that filthy seed from your womb and make you watch it die." ---- One reckless night of freedom. A shadowed stranger's fangs at my throat and his thick cock splitting me open while he growls filthy promises: “Cum on this cock, you lying little virgin bitch. Squeeze me like the greedy cumdump you’ve always been. I’m gonna flood your womb so deep you’ll carry my seed while you swear forever to another man.” ---- And my perfect mafia wedding shatters at the altar. I collapse and wake up pregnant. Shame ignites bloodlust. Families roar “puttana sporca,” “troia incinta,” knives flashing, abortion demanded. My body becomes a battlefield.. flesh to gut, erase, and own. When all hope seemed lost, the door crashes open and the room freezes. Jasper drops to a bow, whispering, “Father.” The monster strides in: Dax Blackthorne, untouchable werewolf alpha, empire-killer. He squats beside me, inhales my scent, voice low and lethal and ask, “Why do I smell my pup in you?” I stare from the stranger… to my husband bowing low… and horror slams home. I’m carrying my father-in-law’s child. One drunken, savage knot had produced an impossible heir. In a blood-soaked empire of werewolf dominance, mafia wars, and taboo claims, a fragile human girl must harden into venom or be devoured by the men who believe her womb, her body, and her fate already belong to them. One filthy mistake. One forbidden pup. And now everything burns.

“Try,” he says, lips curled into a wicked grin—fangs gleaming, eyes glowing with hunger. “Run for me. Let’s see how far you get.” Elizabeth’s world shatters the moment her mother marries the one creature she’s feared her entire life—a vampire. Worse, it’s him. The monster who tore her father apart and vanished into the night. She swore she’d expose Damien for what he is, break whatever dark spell he’s cast over her mother, and burn his world to the ground. But nothing could’ve prepared her for him—dangerous, devastating, and sinfully charming. Because Damien isn’t just a monster. He’s temptation wrapped in shadows. And hating him was easy—until he made her want him.

Name: My Husband’s Father Khira had the perfect plan for her one-year anniversary: surprise her billionaire husband, Alex Blackwell, and finally start their life together. But the surprise was on her. Instead of a romantic reunion, she walked in on a nightmare and watched in horror as he doused her in petrol and left her to burn alive. Khira should have died that night. But a monster saved her. Adrian Blackwell is a dangerous, scarred criminal with a lethal reputation and a vendetta of his own. He isn't just the stranger who pulled Khira from the fire, he is Alex’s father. The man who raised Alex, built the empire Alex stole, and was framed by his own son for a crime he didn’t commit. Now, Adrian has given Khira a choice: die as a victim, or be reborn as a weapon. With a surgically altered face and a new identity, Khira returns to the world of the living on the arm of the most dangerous man in the city. Her mission is simple: seduce her husband, destroy his life, and help Adrian reclaim his throne. But as the lines between fake seduction and real desire blur, Khira realizes the most dangerous part of the plan isn't the revenge... it’s falling for the man she’s supposed to call "Father-In-Law"

On the first day of work, the company president said that I looked like his long-lost daughter and gave me a salary of 100 thousand dollars, on the condition that I ate together with his wife every weekend. Once my boyfriend heard this, he yelled at me in front of my colleagues, “How could you believe such a cheap lie?! It’s just an excuse for him to pay you for dirty favors! If your mother learned that you got yourself a sugar daddy after graduation, she’d jump off a building!” So, I rejected the president’s offer. Someone told the department manager that my boyfriend and I insulted the president, and he fired us. My boyfriend was really shocked by this. He stayed at my place and loafed around instead of working. When he no longer had any money left, he asked my mother for money. After that, he asked me to sell my organs. After I said no, he knocked me out with chloroform and sent me to an unlicensed clinic. The doctor there did not use the standard procedures, so I died from the pain. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day I met the president. This time, I shouted, “Sir, you look just like my father, even though we are not related at all!”

Vanessa husband divorced her, he didn't knew that she is heiress of rich family. As Vanessa thought her life is about to end, she had one night stand with her ex husband step dad, her father in law. And he won't let her go, he wants her as his wife.

Financial reporter Zoey, known for her pride and icy beauty, and with a formidable business acumen, finds herself at the center of a scandal on the very day she and financial tycoon Barlen are to get their marriage license. An insider exposes her, claiming that she loves only Barlen's wealth and that their marriage is merely a product of her exquisite acting skills. Unaware of the brewing storm, Zoey and Barlen are in the midst of obtaining their license when the news breaks. Barlen, upon reading the revelations, 'borrows' Zoey's phone and promptly turns it off, facing the onslaught of public opinion with firm evidence in hand. Surrounded by media reporters, Barlen is bombarded with questions about his perspective on the scandal. He deliberately twists the narrative: "My wife, she doesn't just love my money. Could she possibly love someone else's?" The reporters press on, clarifying their query: "Do you mean she only loves money, not you as a person?" Barlen remains composed: "She loves my money, and I love her as a person. Is there a problem with that?" In a single sentence: He redeems her with all his love and warmth. How could I not be enamored with someone like you?