Camp Half Slut

Aku tidak menyangka, pernikahan yang sangat ingin aku jalani seumur hidup sekali itu sering kali diterpa badai-badai masalah dan pertengkaran. Entah itu dengan ibu mertuaku, atau dengan suamiku sendiri. Suami yang seharusnya melindungi dan membelaku, lebih memihak kepada ibu mertua yang acapkali ikut campur urusan rumah tangga kami. Berulang kali aku mengajak suamiku untuk keluar dari rumah mertua, tetapi suamiku selalu menolak. *** Aku sangat ingin menyudahi rumah tanggaku yang jauh dari kata sehat ini, dan kembali menjalani hidup bersama keluarga asalku. Namun, betapa terkejutnya aku saat mendapati alat tes kehamilan menunjukan dua garis merah yang berjejer rukun! Haruskah ku urungkan niat bercerai dari suamiku? ***

"Aku hamil," jerit penyesalan wanita muda cantik diiringi air mata yang terus saja berderai. Kirana Asyifa Tirani wanita miskin dan sengsara itu telah mengandung benih dari seorang lelaki kaya, tanpa adanya ikatan pernikahan. Ia begitu menyesali diri, akibat perbuatannya yang hina, kini ia harus menanggung malu lantaran tengah hamil tua tanpa seorang suami. Pria yang menghamili Kirana tiba-tiba saja menghilang di saat usia kehamilan wanita muda itu menginjak 9 bulan. Dan kini ia sedang berjuang mencari Alvin, pria yang sering melakukan adegan panas bersamanya. Akankah Kirana menemukan pria bajingan itu?

Calon suamiku tidak datang di hari pernikahan kami, sementara keluarga pamanku mendesak agar aku mencari pengantin pengganti agar mereka tidak merasa dipermalukan. Terpaksa, aku meminta supir truk yang kuanggap tengil untuk menikahiku. Tapi di luar dugaanku, suami pengganti yang sering disepelekan banyak orang itu ... bukan orang sembarangan! Bagaimana bisa dia begitu berkuasa dan sangat meratukanku?!

My husband, Noah Campbell, has only passed away for less than three months when my sister-in-law, Pamela Turner, starts urging me to move out. "It's not that I'm casting you out, Veronica. You see, Matthew wants to renovate your bedroom. I'm just worried that you might not have time to pack up your stuff when the time comes. "Besides, Noah is no longer around. It's inappropriate for you to continue living in an apartment that belongs to your in-laws, you know?" My mother-in-law pauses mid-bite, pretending she didn't hear a word Pamela said. Meanwhile, Matthew Campbell, Pamela's husband, continues munching on his food silently. Upon noticing that I never replied to her, Pamela adds, "Don't overthink it, Veronica. I don't want the outsiders gossiping about you, you know." Only then do I look up at her with a smile. "Thank you for your concern, Pamela. But I'm not scared of a bit of gossip." After all, I'm the owner of this apartment.

On my eighteenth birthday, my brother Seth brought back my twin sister. She had been snatched from me by kidnappers as a child. She claimed she had nothing, not a single thing to call her own. Seth gave her everything: my room, my dresses, and my awards. He even gave her my childhood fiancé, forcing him to break off our engagement and marry her in a wedding that would take the world by storm. I tried to resist, but Seth scolded me for being childish. "She's your blood sister, yet you complain about every little thing. If you can't learn to be kind, I can't call you my sister anymore." My sister, Serena, fell into the swimming pool later that day and nearly drowned. When she woke up, she cried to our brother, claiming I had pushed her. My brother, Seth, was furious. He sent me away to a remote mountain village. "If you can't learn to be kind, you'll spend the rest of your life here, atoning for your sins. "You can come back only when you kneel before Serena and apologize." Five years passed. Serena and my fiancé held a high-profile engagement ceremony. The entire city celebrated their grand love, certain they would have a happily ever after together. Then, Seth finally remembered me. "Sylvie, five years have passed. Have you learned kindness yet?" I nodded calmly with a blank expression on my face. "Seth, I will kneel before her and apologize." He smiled, praising me for finally being sensible. However, he did not know that I had received a critical medical notice. I had only five days left to live.

Just a few days before my wedding, I accidentally come across a post while scrolling online. The title reads, "To the guy getting married in this city, your fiancée's already cheated on you." Curious, I click in to see the gossip, only to realize I'm the one being talked about. A deep male voice plays in the video. "I heard you're getting married?" The woman in the frame, bare-backed and trembling, chokes back a sob. "After you left, I realized you're still the one I love most. I'm done with him. Take me away, please!" The moment I hear her voice, it feels like someone punches me straight in the chest. Then I notice something on her wrist—the luxury couple's bracelet I gave her just yesterday. And in that instant, I feel like the biggest joke of all. Turns out the fool was me.

I spent five years by Casey Fusco's side, turning him from a beggar in the slums to a mafia Don. On the second day he put on the family ring, his first love came knocking on our door with an ultrasound report. Casey pushed the divorce papers toward me with a sorry look on his face. "She's pregnant. I have to give her the position of Donna." My brethren tried to talk me out of doing something foolish, since I had nearly lost my life while trying to help him climb up the ranks. But contrary to their expectations, all I did was sign the papers calmly without making a fuss. "Congratulations on having your wish come true, Don Fusco."

"Everyone has something to say about me, whether it's that I'm nothing but a slut or that I am only after the money, I'm not any of those things. But I'll be a slut, just for you." Jane is striving hard to make ends meet but she meets something deeper, and it comes with a big cock too. The only problem is he is her boss and she has a boyfriend.

When the mafia heir, Marco Gallante, barged into the family vault with his mistress, I was standing before the Virgin Mary statue, cross-checking bloodstained ledgers. Fiore Albero cowered behind him, pointing at the ledgers in my hands and shrieking, "Marco, I'm scared..." I did not even bother looking up, just flicked the ash off my cigar. However, Marco kicked the desk over with one swift boot. "Chiara Moltisanti, Fiore can't stand the sight of all this blood and violence. Sign the divorce papers, now!" I stared at the mess scattered across the floor, thinking back to the pregnancy report the family doctor had handed me just ten minutes ago. The Gallante bloodline was dying out in this generation. Ever since the eldest son, Luca Gallante, died in that accident, Marco became the sole heir. The Don, Carmine Gallante, dreamed of nothing more than a legitimate boy of pure blood to carry on the family name and glory. So, I smiled, bright and sharp, with unmistakable mockery. "Perfect. Since you want true love, then the Don's throne will never be yours." Besides, I never wanted Marco, that useless fool. What I wanted was the Gallante empire, a mafia dynasty spanning three continents with 100 years of roots, and the control that left him with nowhere to run and no legs to stand on. This time, I would cut him out completely, keep the bloodline, and sit at the head of the family.

I stared at my stepfather with the intense feeling going under my wet soaked undies . “ you are so wet for daddy you little slut “ he whispered biting softly at my ear lobe . I swallowed the unknown lump on my throat and looked helplessly at my step father and the words that I had been dying to say slipped out of my mouth . “ fuck me daddy , fuck me like a dirty little slut “