Amazing Son In Law

When my husband accompanies his childhood sweetheart to the vet to treat her pet fish, my son accidentally spills his drink on her. My husband watches as his childhood sweetheart's eyes redden. Then, he slaps my son hard and throws a stack of cash at him. "This is your chance to make up for your mistakes. Buy Wendy a dress—make sure it's white!" My son dries his tears while holding onto the money. He roams the streets, searching for a white dress in the middle of the night. When he finally finds one, he ends up getting beaten to death by some drunk hooligans. Even in death, he clutches the bloodied skirt tightly. I burst into tears of despair as I hold onto his body and call my husband over a dozen times. However, he's too busy with his childhood sweetheart's fish. He blocks my number. When he finally calls me back, he sounds icy and angry. "Wendy is still waiting for that dress! Where has the little brat gone to? Can't he even handle such a simple task?"

Dante Vitti n'est pas seulement l'héritier de l'empire criminel le plus redouté de la ville. Il est le "Bon Soldat". Une machine à tuer froide, impitoyable et hétérosexuelle, façonnée à l'image de son père tyrannique. Dans son monde, la faiblesse se paie par le sang, et être gay est la plus mortelle des faiblesses. Julian est le meilleur flic des stups de sa génération. Sa mission ? Infiltrer le clan Vitti, gagner la confiance de Dante, et le détruire de l'intérieur. Il pensait être prêt à tout pour faire tomber cette famille. Il n'avait pas prévu qu'une nuit d'ivresse et de regards trop insistants ferait basculer sa mission dans le chaos. Au réveil, le canon d'un Beretta est pressé contre sa tempe. Dante a l'arme, mais c'est Julian qui détient la vérité. "Tue-moi si tu veux, Dante. Mais ne me dis pas que tu n'as pas aimé ça." Pris au piège entre son devoir et un désir dévorant qu'il a refoulé toute sa vie, Dante propose un pacte du diable : Julian lui appartient désormais, dans l'ombre et le secret absolu. Mais alors que la passion devient incontrôlable et que le père de Dante se rapproche de la vérité, Julian réalise avec horreur qu'il n'est plus le chasseur... il est tombé amoureux de sa cible. Quand le masque tombe, qui tirera le premier ?

My father-in-law, George Lane, suffered from a brain aneurysm and fell onto the ground. The floor was covered in his blood. I calmly picked up a mop and wiped the floor clean. As his daughter-in-law, I gave up on saving him within the most critical time. In my last life, I was the first person who found out that George was injured. I immediately got an ambulance and sent him to the hospital. Before the surgery, the hospital required his immediate family member to sign off the consent form. However, when I asked my husband, Brian Lane to come to the hospital to sign that document, he thought that I was acting out of jealousy because he was spending time with his first-love. He thought I was making an excuse to get him home, so he refused to go to the hospital. In the end, George passed away as he did not receive the treatment on time. Brian did not manage to see George for the last time, and he blamed it all on me. He then hacked me to death. “It’s your fault! My dad was so old, and you didn’t take good care of him as a daughter-in-law! Since you’re not doing your part when he’s alive, then you should continue your duties as a daughter-in-law in hell!” When I opened my eyes, I found myself on the day when George died again.

Sold out for the betterment of the family, she was forced to marry him. A man thrice her age. Just when she thought the worst had happened, she found out Lawson never married her for any wifey duties but to seduce his son. Jayden is dangerous. Cold. Ruthless. He is everything Lawson isn’t anymore. Amelia was meant to distract him, manipulate him, and break him from the inside. She was never meant to feel desires, never meant to crave his touch, never meant to fall in love but fate took a different turn. Caught between a husband who owns her life and his son who sees through her lies, Amelia must decide how far she’s willing to go to protect herself and how much of her soul she’s willing to lose. Because in a house ruled by power. Betrayal is like a medicine and love is the deadliest mistake of all.

Since I was a little girl, my mom had always taught me that I deserve all the good things in life. When I was still a student, my copycat roommate bought the same outfit that I had on purpose. She even asked me if she looked fat in it. I just shook my head. "I don't know. I, for one, have an amazing figure, so it definitely looks good on me." Once I start working, a male colleague decides to pursue me. So, I come up with an excuse on the spot and tell him that I already have a boyfriend. He looks at me with pain etched in his eyes. Then, he asks me if I'll take him into consideration after I break up with my boyfriend. I just sneer at him in return. "It seems that you don't love me enough. Otherwise, why aren't you offering to become my side piece?" Due to my principles, everyone keeps cursing me out and calling me an arrogant woman who has no sense of shame behind my back. But one day, when my blind date hears about my personality quirk, he decides to take me back to his home to visit his mother during the holidays. "My mom is the type who keeps demeaning herself for no reason. She keeps claiming that she's unworthy of anything in life. I swear, she's driving me mad! "If you can help my mom get rid of this habit, I'll give you whatever you want." This is definitely an interesting proposal. So, I accept it confidently with a pat on the chest. "Don't worry. Leave it to me."

Love leads to madness. Killian Benjamin Archer watched it happen to his father after his cherished wife's death. But when his elderly father arranges to marry flame-haired golddigger, Skye Sinclair, Ben, as he is known to his friends, is compelled to take drastic measures to stop the stunning beauty from taking advantage of the old business mogul. A marriage of mutual pleasure could be convenient, indeed … as long as unwanted feelings don't interfere. Desperation forced Skye to agree to marry an old madman. The arrangement will offer the protection she needs. Or so she believes until the billionaire's distractingly handsome son looks closer at the fine print of the contract… and takes his father's place ! Now, the easy, boring and, more importantly, secure union Skye planned, has been exchanged for one simmering with wicked temptation and potential heartbreak. Because as she begins to fall for her devilishly seductive husband, her dark secrets surface and threaten to ruin them both … unless Ben is willing to risk all and open his heart to love.

Pour notre septième anniversaire, mon compagnon, l'Alpha Ethan, a envoyé ma fille et moi à l'Autel de la Déesse de la Lune. Il m'a dit que c'était une surprise, pour offrir à notre fille son rêve d'observer une pluie de météores depuis le plus haut sommet du territoire. Mais Ethan n'est jamais venu. Les runes protectrices à mes pieds ont crépité, puis se sont éteintes. Le sol sous nos pieds a commencé à s'effriter. Ma fille a hurlé, son petit corps glissant vers l'abîme. Je me suis précipitée, attrapant sa main juste avant qu'elle ne bascule dans le vide. J'ai hurlé le nom d'Ethan à travers notre lien mental. Quatre-vingt-dix-neuf fois, il a refusé de répondre. À mon centième appel, le lien ne s'est pas simplement ouvert, il a été déchiré violemment. Ce n'a pas été sa voix qui a répondu. Ce sont ses sensations qui envahissent les miennes. J'ai tout vu. Lui. Une autre louve. Et lui, profondément enfoui en elle. « Je savais que tu m'aimais, Ethan, » a roucoulé sa voix doucereuse. « Tu as même sacrifié Marcus, juste pour sauver notre Leo de la maladie de l'âme. Je ferai n'importe quoi pour toi. » La voix d'Ethan était velours et glace. « Arrête. Si Sera ne m'avait pas trahi, tu n'aurais jamais eu la chance de porter mon héritier. Une fois que je me serai débarrassé de son autre rejeton, le bâtard de Julian, nous pourrons à nouveau être parfaits. » Mon monde s'est effondré. Mon fils… Les renégats. J'avais toujours cru que des renégats l'avaient enlevé. Mais c'était son propre père. Il l'avait sacrifié pour un mensonge. Avec ma dernière once de force, j'ai appelé Julian. « Je romps mon lien avec Ethan, » ai-je grondé dans le nouveau lien. « Fais de moi ta Luna. En échange, je t'aiderai à réduire sa meute en cendres. »​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

My husband was sterile. Necrospermia, they said. His brother was in a coma and had no partner. Their mother wanted me to sleep with both of them and get knocked up with the family's heir. I refused and applied for a divorce. Ninety-nine times. Ninety-nine failures. Then, I put in the hundredth application. When that failed, I agreed to my mother-in-law's request, holding a pregnancy test result. My husband disagreed. That night, he stopped me before I could sleep with his brother. Harshly, he said, "My mother was just testing you. I can't believe you'd get pregnant with the illegitimate child." I was amused and annoyed. "You're the one who said yes, as long as I could get pregnant with your family's heir."

"You don't love me, right? Then why are you getting mad when I'm being cozy with your brother?" Sarah asked with a playful smirk, while she took a dangerous step towards the enraged Dominic. "You're engaged to my sister, not me! So stay the F*CK away!" Saying that, she turned around to leave when a hot and harrowing palm grabbed her neck and slammed his cold lips against hers as he furiously murmured, "I will KILL all of them who desire to have you." "You are mine, Sarah. Only Mine! Mine to fuck, Mine to play, and Mine to punish!"

« Laisse-moi être ta véritable épouse pendant un seul mois, Daven. » Cela a été une demande simple - presque modeste - qui a résonné comme la dernière supplique d'une femme au cœur brisé. Mais pour Althea Grayson, ce n'était pas une faiblesse. C'était sa fierté. Le prix qu'elle a réclamé pour l'amour qu'elle a donné sans jamais, pas une seule fois, le recevoir en retour. Elle le savait dès le début : leur mariage n'a jamais été une histoire d'amour. Daven Callister l'a épousée par devoir, sous la pression de sa grand-mère. Il n'y avait ni étreintes tendres ni regards amoureux – seulement un silence glacial et une grande maison vide qui n'avait jamais eu l'air d'un vrai foyer. Pourtant, Althea s'est accrochée. Elle essayait d'être une bonne épouse, gardant toujours l'espoir qu'un jour, le cœur de Daven finirait par s'adoucir. Mais cet espoir a été brisé par une trahison - Daven a annoncé son plan d'épouser une autre femme - celle qu'il aimait vraiment. L'opinion d'Althea ? On s'en fout. Toute sa famille soutenait la décision de Daven. Désillusionnée et cœur brisé, Althea a formulé une dernière requête : un mois à être aimée comme une vraie épouse. Un seul mois… avant qu'elle ne parte pour toujours. Daven a cru que c'était un geste désespéré – pathétique, même. Mais ce mois unique a tout changé. La façon dont Althea souriait, dont elle l'aimait sans retenue. Même la façon dont elle est partie – en laissant derrière elle quelque chose qui s'est incrusté dans le cœur de Daven. Et désormais, Daven s'est retrouvé perdu. Alors que l'amour, qu'il n'avait jamais reconnu, se révélait enfin… était-il déjà trop tard ? Ou devait-il se battre contre tout, rien que pour une dernière chance ?