Chapter 13 Ruined My Life

Lyra Mae Miracle considers her life perfect just as it is. Amazing friends, decent enough grades, the best family, and an annoying brother with his equally annoying friends. But when the past that she's worked so hard to forget comes back to bite her, she learns that her life is far from perfect. With a downhill spiral of her life, she finally learns to accept help from those who want to. She blocked people out because of her past, even if it was unconsciously. But she can't let the past take control of the present. So she's going to end everything. Set the line, and accept reality. All to obtain what she would most definitely consider, a perfect life. But nobody and nothing is perfect, and imperfections is what makes perfection. Perfectly imperfect.

On our wedding night, my fiancé's best friend barged into our room for the third time, claiming a wedding prank. Having had enough, I warned Sam Whitman that if we didn't consummate our marriage that night, it was as good as over. He glanced at my half-unbuttoned dress and dismissed my words as a tantrum. Then Candace Lombard stormed in for the ninth time, ripped off the covers, and livestreamed our intimate moments. Sam merely pushed me aside and told me to be understanding. She climbed into our bed, smirking as she claimed the spot between us. "Wedding night prank? I get it," I grinned, leaning into her livestream camera. "Alright, everyone, fire up those donations! I'm about to let my husband take a mistress live. Let's make it a show!"

I gave my husband everything—my love, my loyalty, my future. But to him, I was just a fool to be used, a wife to be discarded. The night he threw me out in the rain, pregnant and broken, his mistress smirked as the door slammed shut. And when my baby died from the cruelty of their betrayal, I made a vow over that tiny coffin: I would bury them both beside my child. Then I met Rolin McCarty—the most dangerous man in the country. Ruthless. Powerful. Who is willing to help me burn my husband’s world to the ground. Alex thought he broke me. But he only awakened something worse. And now? Now, he’ll wish he’d killed me when he had the chance.

Revenge is a dish best served cold... and Sarah Bennett has been freezing for two years. ‎ ‎Sarah Bennett had the perfect life: a wealthy husband, a booming business, and a baby on the way. ‎ ‎She also had a secret: her husband and her best friend were having an affair. And they had a plan to steal her forty-million-dollar empire, her fortune, and after she gave birth… to get rid of her. ‎ ‎So Sarah decided to beat them to it. She decided to die first. ‎ ‎Faking her death was only the beginning. For eighteen months, "Emma Hayes" built a new life while documenting their crimes. Now she's back inside her own company, ready to destroy the world they built on her grave. ‎ ‎As Sarah reclaims her throne, her cold revenge ignites a war with a more powerful enemy hiding in the shadows: ‎The man who wanted her dead won’t settle for being her employee. The friend who stole her life won’t accept being erased. And the powerful new enemy she unknowingly crossed has a simple philosophy what he can’t own, he destroys. ‎ ‎But when you've already come back from the dead, what's left to lose? ‎

He was hired to guard the boss’s daughter. I’m that daughter… and I’m dying to fuck my own bodyguard. His thick cock slammed into me again and again, stretching me so deep I saw stars. I was bent over the marble counter in the safe house, dress shoved up to my waist, his huge hand fisted in my hair as he fucked me like he hated how much he needed me. “What do you think your dad would do if he catches us here?” Arnold growled against my ear, voice dark and filthy, never slowing his punishing rhythm. I chuckled through a broken moan, pushing back to take him harder. “I’m his one and only princess. He won’t do a thing to me. As for you… he’ll hang you alive and watch until the last drop of your blood dries.” I smirked, trying to mask how dizzy he made me. Then he whispered fearlessly, “I know the rules, but I don’t care.” ______ My name is Dorla De Luca. I’m twenty one. I was almost kidnapped, and my mafia father decided the only way to protect his only daughter was to assign his most trusted and most dangerous bodyguard to watch me 24/7. He never expected that bodyguard to be the man I’ve been secretly craving since I was eighteen. Arnold Black Russo is thirty two, cold, lethal, and bound by a blood oath to my father. Loving him is suicide. My father would put a bullet between his eyes without blinking. Yet every stolen touch, every forbidden night, only makes the fire burn hotter. He was hired to guard me. Instead, he’s ruining me. And I never want him to stop.

Four souls with the same life, the story revolves around two cousin brothers, Gregory and Craig, and two female best friends, Whitney and Catherine. Gregory and Craig come from a multi-billionaire family but are under some curse that needs to be broken with a complete circle, which involves their mates, if the curse is not broken, they will suffer a great deal, and they are not also allowed to fall for a lowlife poor girl Gregory is not the type that womanizer but Craig is the opposite of him, he is wide and crazy but fate has a turn on them when Gregory meets his one true love, the one girl he had in his heart all through his youth they were college mate Everything changed, the day Gregory found her, Whitney was his lost love, that same day, Craig met Catherine who happened to be Whitney's best friend, the only girl that he fancied and did want to let go Their peaceful life turns into hell, things get so worse that they have to separate again and meet again but in different circumstances no longer poor but still not worth being with them. Will they finally have a happy ending? Who is their destined mate? Who will break the curse?

18+ WARNING: This story contains extreme explicit content, including non-consensual to consensual themes, group sex, breeding, public humiliation, degradation, taboo elements, rough anal, multiple partners, and graphic sexual acts. Not suitable for readers under 18. Proceed with caution – this is dark, filthy erotica with no redemption arc. I was Daddy's innocent little princess, locked away and untouched. Then his enemies took me. They fucked me hard, filled me up, made me come until I screamed their names. At first I hated it. Now I crave it. Every cock, every load, every public humiliation. Daddy saw me ruined and dripping, and I still begged for more. I'm not his anymore. I'm theirs. Completely broken, completely addicted, and I never want it to stop.

Elidra wakes up in a palace of gold and silence, her mind a hollow shell. Alpha Silas, the charismatic leader of the Silver Crest Pack, calls her his wife and beloved Luna. He claims she is a hero, injured while defending their borders. But the chilling terror in the eyes of the pack members tells a different story. Elidra soon discovers a horrifying truth: before her memory was wiped, she was no hero. She was a ruthless, cold-blooded tyrant who ruled with an iron fist and a heart of ice. The fragile peace of her new life shatters when Silas demands she execute a high-value prisoner. The man in the silver chains is Cassian, a fallen Alpha with a body covered in scars. The moment their eyes lock, a fated mate bond explodes between them, violent and undeniable. Cassian is her soul’s match, the man she once hunted, tortured, and destroyed. Trapped between a "hero" husband who is secretly her jailer and a "villain" mate who has every reason to want her dead, Elidra must navigate a deadly game of shadows. She discovers that her amnesia was a weaponized move by Silas to suppress her legendary White Wolf power. Now, the woman who was once a monster must find a way to become a savior. To save Cassian, Elidra must embrace the darkness of her past while fighting for a redemption she isn't sure she deserves. As ancient prophecies resurface and a secret pregnancy threatens to shift the balance of power, Elidra and Cassian are forced into a desperate flight for survival. In a world where love is a blood debt and mercy is a death sentence, they must decide if their bond is strong enough to survive the truth of the woman she used to be.

In my previous life, everything I do to care for myself somehow ends up benefiting my new housekeeper instead. I apply expensive skincare, yet dark spots and fine lines spread across my face, whereas the 45-year-old housekeeper's face becomes silkier. I jog every morning, yet my body only grows heavier and bulkier, while hers becomes slender and toned. When my husband notices the stretch marks on my abdomen, his face twists with disgust, and he never touches me again. "I genuinely can't bring myself to touch you. How can you look worse than Mirabelle when you take such good care of yourself?" My housekeeper looks at me with a sinister smile. A chill crawls up my spine, and the strange feeling makes me fire her on the spot. Yet, as soon as she leaves, I start aging at lightning speed, entering menopause 20 years early and developing diabetes and high blood pressure. I see every doctor I can, but after hanging on for a week, I die from a stroke. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day she first reports to work. This time, I push away the royal jelly she sets in front of me with a pleasant smile. "I've been avoiding certain foods lately. You can have it instead."

In my dormitory, there was a poor student. With all the good intentions in the world, my roommates and I were eager to help her, not realizing how much our help would cost. She wasn't impressed by the hairdryer we offered, insisting on borrowing a branded one instead. The skincare products we gave her? They were applied to her feet. And, as if that wasn't enough, she specifically demanded luxury face cream. One day, I lent her my tablet to look up some information, and to my surprise, she secretly opened up my gaming app, spent all the diamonds and reward tickets I had saved for half a year, and left me empty-handed. When I asked her to pay me back, she turned the tables and posted a public message online, accusing me. "I'm just a poor student from the countryside, never played games before. Are the materials in the game really worth this much?" Before I knew it, the comment section was flooded with criticisms of me. In a fit of frustration, I fired back with a post of my own, throwing her into the spotlight. "Well, I suppose you've never tasted the bitterness of being cyberbullied, have you?"