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Toxic secret threesome between stepdaughter, her stepdad, and her own mom, or a girl who gives heavy, forbidden touch of her best friend's Dad. See what happens when a neighbor’s husband takes what he desires on his matrimonial bed. Topping off in an unhinged, all-out family gangbang where every single boundary is destroyed. Every dirty forbidden dynamic you have been too ashamed to type into a search bar is waiting for you here. Warning: Once you open this book, you won’t want to stop. Dare to dive in… and let your sins set you free. If you like your heroine being ruined, and your plots completely unhinged, click on READ NOW and surrender to your darkest desires.

His grip was steady, no longer the iron shackle of a husband-by-contract, but the anchor of a partner. "Day one hundred and eighty," I whispered. "Not quite," Damien said, looking at the glowing burner phone in my hand. The screen flickered one last time. A message from an unknown number: *The Architect never builds a house she can't escape. See you in the Caymans, Queen.* I looked at the smoking ruins, then at the man I had married to survive. The Unwanted Bride was dead. The Harrington empire was ash. But the Vane legacy was just beginning.

In my past life, my selfish son, Mathias Keyton, got himself a girlfriend when he first started studying at university. When he introduced his girlfriend to us, we were very satisfied with her behavior and demeanor. At first, my husband, Thomas Keyton, and I thought that Mathias had already grown up into a mature adult and wanted to settle down with his girlfriend. But who would've thought that reality would be the exact opposite? Mathias' girlfriend, Pamola Dentworth, may have looked fragile and dainty, but she was actually a woman who clung to her mother and prioritized her little brother's needs more than anything else. Also, she was very vain and materialistic.

His face was more darker now. “I’m still your wife, Killian, in the name of the paper and the church. Everyone knows that we are married,” I said to him firmly. I wanted him to understand me. I sighed deeply and looked at him with hopeful eyes. “Why don’t we try to make this marriage work, Killian?” He looked taken aback at what I just said before his eyes turned cold. “Work this out, ha? Marriage is pure bullshit, Cassandra. It doesn’t work.”

“You can say and do whatever you want, Fiona, but HERE you are like a stupid bitch running after a guy who doesn’t even want you. Did he call you here? You came because you thought he needed you, oh, what a shame. Meanwhile he’s in there eating the only woman he really wants to eat, because he loves her.” “The only woman he wants to eat?” Fiona laughed sarcastically, unfortunately letting Helen get inside her head. “Then what do I do when he keeps calling me looking for comfort? What? You didn’t know your friend’s perfect boyfriend still comes looking for me, desperate to lose himself in my body?” But Helen just looked at her with disgust. “Look at the low, dirty level you’re willing to sink

The touch sent a jolt of pure electricity through me. I ignored Ford entirely, focusing on the soup that tasted like ash in my mouth. In my mind, I was building a wall. It happened. It’s over. He got what he wanted, and now it stays in the past. I will be the wife Owen deserves. Not some wife who can get over an ex who abandoned her for guns. Later that night, the house had settled into a quiet hum. The kids were tucked away, and the tension in the air was thick enough to cut.

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She was so desperate to make them separate. "What??" “I needed to distant Zaine to that girl. LShe will ruin my son if I can't do anything. She will harm Zaine. ” “What do you mean? Cheska's really nice to begin with. And she will never do bad to her friend. ” "You got it wrong, hija." “Kindly enlighten me,” I asked her. “I need your reason to why you’re really eager to marry both me and Zaine. It's not that easy tita. We don't like each other. ”

“Yeah… Do you think getting married in Paris is a great idea?” “Why do you say so?” “Because… I’m planning on a book-themed wedding in Paris!” “It’s definitely something worth looking forward to.” Junie had found herself a rich data analyst, who wouldn’t mind lavishing so much on their wedding. So obviously, she could do whatever she liked. But then… why does the idea of wedding make me sad? Like… this wasn’t even my wedding! Yet the thought of it made me feel so melancholic. What the exactly is going on with me?