Baju Belly Dance

On the fifth anniversary of my marriage to Vicente Buckley, he violated my trust by sleeping with my best friend Kinsley Gilmore, on our bed. Through the camera, my son Jamie Buckley's childish voice sounded. "Kinsley, I'll keep watch at the door. I won't let my mom come in!" As if rewarding him, Kinsley pecked Vicente and suggested, "Your son is great. Don't you think about having another child with Patricia?" Vicente responded by covering her face with a pillow, saying, "The scar on her belly disgusts me."

Blurb : “Cahaya tahu di kamar Ayah sama Tante ngapain?” cecarku menanti kepastian. “Nggak tahu, Bunda. Cuma Cahaya pernah lihat Tante Rosa nggak pake baju, terus Ayah naik ke atas Tante. Pas Aya masuk dan tanya, Ayah cuma bilang mau ngobatin Tante. Aya nggak boleh masuk kata Ayah, terus dikunci deh pintunya dari dalem,” kata Cahaya dengan polosnya. Dan Nayla hanya bisa terpaku di tempatnya. * Hidup Nayla terlalu sempurna, hingga suatu ketika celotehan putrinya, Cahaya, mampu meruntuhkan kesempurnaan hidupnya. Sanggupkah Nayla menghadapi semuanya dengan ikhlas dan tegar?

“For someone who’s soon to be married, you sure look miserable, Mr?” “Creed,” the man replies, his words slurred, almost like he’s absent minded. “Alexander Creed.” He completes. . . . Two days to the wedding. Two days to Alexander’s wedding, his path crosses with a girl who makes him feel like himself. Evangeline. They share a dance at a club, and that dance led to a steamy night together. A steamy night that somehow left lingering emotions. When Alexander decides not to push through with the wedding, his bride-to-be reveals a heartbreaking information. Evangeline’s and Alexander’s meeting was never a coincidence. For Evangeline, it was just a job, but for Alexander, her name has refused to evade his memory. What will happen when she returns three months later with the resulting factor of their affair? Read to find out.

Warning: This novel contains mature contents .. Do you like the idea of making you mine , Kieran growled his lips falling on Rinna's neck. Yeah am ready, Rinna whimpering she turned her head to give him more access to her body . Truthfully you really beautiful , Kieran growled leaving soft kisses on her body.....her nude n*****s ..and her belly button. Yes.. Rinna moaned trying to cope up with his touches but unfortunately she couldn't. ....she was burning. .she wanted more ...she wanted him inside her... Sweet Seduction ( The handsome CEO).

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down, and my dad could not face the shame, so he killed himself, leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructor, and an entertainer to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes, and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He paid my family's debt in the banks, so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer, and on-call bedwarmer for my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband.

I'm a dance major who's preparing for her exams. Everyone thinks I'm a good girl, but there's one thing they don't know about me—I've fantasized about being violated more than once…

Orang tuaku menelepon memberitahukan diriku, mereka akan pergi ke rumah teman masa kecilku untuk menemui calon pasangan yang dijodohkan untuknya. Teman masa kecilku sedang tidur lelap di sampingku. Aku mengira itu hanya lelucon, lalu berkata pelan, "Asterius, mereka bilang sudah mencarikan kamu calon untuk dijodohkan." Dia menjawab dengan malas "hmm", lalu menarikku ke dalam pelukannya. "Wilia yang baik, nanti kamu tolong pilihkan aku baju, lalu rapikan juga gaya rambutku." Melihat diriku tidak bergeming, Asterius membuka mata dan tertawa mengejek. "Eh, kamu kenapa? Kita cuma teman seranjang. Kamu nggak mungkin mengira aku akan menikahi kamu, 'kan?"

"Uh, gatal sekali! Tubuhku sudah nggak tahan lagi, aku mau banget ...." Aku berdiri dengan tidak memakai baju, mendemonstrasikan cara penggunaan pompa ASI secara langsung di sebuah toko perlengkapan bayi. Silikon yang lembut itu menghisap bagian sensitifku, rasa gatal yang menggelitik merambat hingga ke sumsum tulang. Yang lebih parah, ini adalah pameran terbuka yang dipenuhi oleh banyak pria beristri. Mereka menatap tubuhku dengan lekat, pandangan yang membara itu membuatku merasa malu sekaligus basah. Hal yang paling gila adalah ... ada tiga pria yang memintaku mendemonstrasikan posisi apa yang paling mudah untuk membuat hamil.

I wasn’t even pregnant, yet I ended up popping abortion pills like they were candy. It was all because in my past life, the moment my widowed sister-in-law got pregnant, every single side effect of her pregnancy became mine. She strutted around happily with her big belly, consuming spicy tamales, while I was rushed to the hospital for violent nausea and stomach pain; she showed off her flawless skin in crop tops every day, while my stomach broke out in hideous stretch marks. When I told my husband what was happening, he just shoved me away impatiently. “Enough with the jealousy! My brother’s dead, and she’s carrying his only child. Of course, I should look out for her. Do you really have to put on such an act?” After that, my sister-in-law went even further. She kept testing her limits during pregnancy and even ate a mango she was allergic to. And me? I went into anaphylactic shock, landed in the hospital, and nearly died. Doctors couldn’t explain it. They just brushed it off, saying I was overly jealous and it was all psychological. Later, my sister-in-law tried to brand herself as a “hot single mom”. She went live, belly and all, to show off her weight-loss workouts. She jumped around for three straight hours. And me? My uterus literally gave out, and I hemorrhaged to death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the exact day she first announced her pregnancy.

“Give me the baby! You’re worthless—you don’t deserve to be a mother!” My step-sister had used a prosthetic belly to fake her pregnancy for nine months to force Adam Kastner, the young master of the most powerful Kastner family, into marriage. Now she needed a baby to present to the family to secure the marriage. She was after my child since I was eight-months pregnant. Unlike her fake nine-months belly, mine was real and it even hurt to tie a shoelace while carrying my child in my womb for so many months. My father, blinded by greed, stood by as they injected me with labor-inducing drugs—and even tried to sell me off to a fifty-year-old monster to settle a debt. On that rainy night of desperate escape, I stumbled into a limited-edition luxury car and met David Summer. He was the most dangerous man in the city—and the true mastermind behind that ridiculous marriage scam. To survive, I risked everything to expose my stepsister’s lies, never imagining that gamble would cost me my whole life. After that night, he tossed a contract at me. “Be my wife, and I’ll make sure you and the child live.” I thought it was just a transaction—each of us getting what we needed. But little by little, I found myself falling into his trap of tenderness. Until he trapped me in his arms, lowered his head, and bit my earlobe, his voice hoarse like embers burning low: “Baby… I want another kiss.”