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The bed was wet beneath me, soaked by the juices that flowed from between my thighs. A grunt, one so husky brushed against my ear as he moved in and out of me. "Don't tell Kimberly," Alpha Ryan groaned as he pushes his cock deeper until the tip brushed a tender spot. I shudder beneath him. Kimberly was his future Luna. She was also my sister. I looked up at him beneath my lashes. "Don't tell my sister you slipped inside the wrong one?"

She has served the country to great extents. When she returns home from Vietnam with medals and valors of honor, she’s taken in by Homeland Security. With the elections coming up for the Presidency of the USA, Alyssa Pope is assigned the position of Director of U.S. Secret Service and a seat in the Oval room. She is to become the president’s shadow and trails. Richard Davis is the head of the Democratic Party and the US President. Married and with his wife expecting a child, Mr. President has to secure a United front to the press even though, his thoughts are occupied by the woman standing outside his door. A secret affair with the President… Alyssa is not ready to face the consequences of their encounters in the oval room when the surveillance cameras are off.

Après avoir perdu son enfant à naître et avoir été chassée de son propre foyer, Aurélian quitte son mari froid et distant sans verser une larme. Mais lorsqu'elle se relève, plus forte, plus riche et convoitée par un autre homme, son ex-mari comprend enfin la vérité. La femme qu'il a ignorée est désormais celle qu'il ne pourra jamais reconquérir facilement.

En mi octavo mes de embarazo, mi esposo —agente de investigaciones— por fin logró sacar un poco de tiempo y me acompañó por primera vez al hospital para mi control prenatal. Pero apenas cruzamos la entrada, su teléfono satelital encriptado comenzó a vibrar con insistencia. El nombre en la pantalla apareció solo un instante, pero a él, que siempre se mantiene sereno, le bastó para ponerse tenso de inmediato. —Amor… hay una alerta roja. Acaba de aparecer otro fugitivo internacional. Yo… lo siento… Se le notaba la angustia. Con ese tono firme, propio de quien está acostumbrado a dar órdenes sin réplica, se disculpó a toda prisa… y se fue. Me quedé mirando cómo su todoterreno se alejaba a toda velocidad, hasta desaparecer. Para entonces, mis uñas ya habían destrozado el formulario del control prenatal. Con mi enorme vientre, salí a la calle, detuve un taxi y dije sin perder tiempo: —Hola, siga a ese vehículo. Ja… ¿un fugitivo con alerta roja? Vaya mentira más absurda. Ni siquiera la Oficina de Seguridad Nacional de mi padre recibió ningún aviso. Y él, siendo apenas un simple inspector que solo asistía en los casos… ¿qué “fugitivo” tan urgente tendría que atrapar? “Quiero ver con mis propios ojos quién es ese jefe que se atreve a darle una orden tan urgente”.

Lydia Zander had once been the quiet, obedient wife—trapped in a cold, loveless marriage with Clinton, a man who only married her to honor his grandfather’s dying wish. She loved him deeply, blindly, but that love was repaid with cruelty—not just from Clinton, but from his entire family. For years, she endured their scorn in silence… until the day Clinton coldly handed her divorce papers. What no one knew—not her husband, not his family—was that Lydia Zander was no ordinary woman. They thought she was a nobody, a girl from the slums who should be grateful for scraps. They were dead wrong. When Clinton cast her aside to make room for his mistress, Kelly, he expected Lydia to return —broken, begging on her knees, desperate for his attention. She did return. But not the way he imagined. She came back draped in power —no longer the timid wife they once belittled, but a force they never saw coming. Lydia Zander, it turned out, was the secret daughter of the nation’s president… and the largest shareholder in Clinton’s very own company. The tables didn’t just turn—they flipped violently. And who was the one on his knees now? Yes, you guessed it right. Clinton! But this time, Lydia held the power—and she wasn’t interested in mercy. Want to know what she did next? Keep reading. The real game has just begun.

Ardila dikenal di kampus bukan karena dirinya sendiri, melainkan karena ulah sahabatnya. Laura. Laura sering menjodohkannya dengan mahasiswa dari berbagai fakultas. Sebagai sahabat dekat, Laura ingin Dila memiliki seseorang untuk berbagi cerita, apalagi dia sendiri mulai sibuk dengan pacarnya. Namun, Dila bukan yang mudah dirayu. Ia menolak semua kenalan yang Laura perkenalkan, dia ingin menunggu seseorang yang benar-benar sesuai dengan pilihannya. Hingga suatu hari, takdir mempertemukannya dengan seseorang yang berbeda. Presiden BEM kampusnya—dingin, tegas, dan penuh wibawa. Tatapan pertama cukup untuk membuat Dila jatuh hati. Dan untuk pertama kalinya, ia ingin mengejar seseorang. "Cinta dalam diam sudah nggak zaman. Kalau suka sama orang, setidaknya harus temenan."

Waking up in an unfamiliar place (Hotel), Meifeng found herself bare and cold, with pain scattered all over her body. Unable to recall how she got there, her mind filled with horrified thoughts, as a shiver ran through her spine. Just then the door of the bathroom attached to the room opened, revealing a man wearing black bathrobe. Her eyes widened, shock evident on her face as she pointed towards him, “Yo…You…” She stuttered. Instantly panicked about the girl, he ran towards the bed, trying to touch her face, only to see her flinch in fear and drill herself in duvet in the next second. Wrapping herself like a sushi, the girl only revealed her eyes, which darted towards the messy condition of the room with clothes scattered all over. “How am I here?”

Edmund Hills was hurt when he found out that Alice was having an affair. He sued his wife for divorce and threw her out of their house. He didn't know that Alice was actually pregnant and that he was being instigated by his own mother. When the truth was revealed, Edmund was very sorry. He went looking for Alice, intending to take her home. Unfortunately, he was too late. Alice had already jumped into the river and disappeared without a trace. For years, Edmund was mired in regret. Until one day, he met Sky, a child who looked like Alice. When Edmund met her mother, he was stunned. He had found Alice! However, the woman didn't know Edmund at all. She admitted that her name was Rachel and she already had a husband. What actually happened? Was she really Alice, the wife Edmund lost due to his mother's instigation? *** Hi, guys! If you like this book, you might also like my other stories: Hiding the Twins from Their Billionaire Father (about little Louis & Emily) Mr. CEO, You Have to Marry My Mommy (Sky & Louis' love story) The Heiress' Mysterious Bodyguard (Emily & Cayden's love story) CEO's Love in Trap (about little Cayden)

Violet's world was shattered when she emerged from prison after three long years, only to discover her husband Loenard had moved on with his life. He'd married his childhood best friend Francess, and the ultimate betrayal - they'd claimed violet's own son as their own. The pain and anger ignited a fire within violet, fueling her desire for revenge. But fate had other plans. She was kidnapped by a mysterious figure from her past, hell-bent on taking down Loenard and his family. It seems like the universe was smiling ok Violet until things began to get complicated.

Le soir de notre neuvième anniversaire de mariage, mon mari Rémy, l'homme qui dirigeait la famille mafieuse le jour et faisait palpiter mon cœur la nuit, ne m'a pas offert de roses. Il les a données à Lise, son assistante personnelle. Sous le lustre où nous avions dansé en tant que jeunes mariés, il s'est tourné vers moi avec le charme qu'il avait autrefois lorsqu'il me murmurait son amour à l'oreille, la voix glacée. « Elle est enceinte », a-t-il dit, comme si cela expliquait tout, « et elle est difficile en ce qui concerne la nourriture. A partir de maintenant, tu devras lui préparer trois repas, sans répétition. » « Elle est sensible et n'aime pas dormir seule, alors tu devras mettre tes affaires dans la chambre d'amis. » La pièce était silencieuse. Je n'ai pas crié, je n'ai pas pleuré, j'ai juste pris ma valise et je me suis dirigée vers la porte. Le majordome a essayé de m'arrêter, et Rémy n'a même pas sourcillé. « Elle reviendra », a-t-il dit en secouant paresseusement son verre de vin rouge, « et dans trois jours, elle pleurera tout en me suppliant. » Les invités ont éclaté de rire. Ils ont parié un million d'euros devant moi. Ils pariaient pour savoir si j'allais supplier Rémy de me laisser entrer avant demain matin, comme un chien errant sans dignité. Mais ils ne savaient pas que j'avais déjà reçu le jeton de famille de mon vrai père et que j'avais réservé mon vol de départ. Cette fois, je partirais vraiment.