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This is part 2 of “The Temptation of Adultery” The question is whether there is loyalty in love or not. The answer is, of course, yes, but it has never been considered obligatory. If loyalty were mandatory, “adultery” would not exist. Unfortunately, loyalty not only exists but is also a temptation so sweet that it's difficult to break free from. However, the price for loyalty is never cheap, and it never has been. Bella's husband and her close friend are paying the price for the karma they have created—the price they have to pay for betrayal, infidelity, and exploiting others is steep. But Bella is no exception either; the price she must pay may be far higher than that of the two who betrayed her. The man named Levi Karter, with whom Bella has been having an affair, is not an ordinary person. It wasn’t until everything was over that Bella realized she had made a deal with a demon for the sake of revenge. But no matter how much Bella struggled and tried to escape, she couldn't get away from him because… being bound and possessed by Levi was the price Bella had to pay after making a deal with him. To understand more, please read “The Temptation of Adultery” and then read “The Temptation of Adultery 2” The content is for 21+ readers, so please consider this before reading!

Rachel Larson was adamant about marrying me, and she spent ten years stealing my heart. On the night before our wedding, I overheard her conversation with her friend. "You're marrying Leonardo? What about your side piece?" A moment of silence later, Rachel answered, "That guy? He's just a cheap replacement. Leonardo's the real deal. Don't compare my side piece to him. If he stays put and keeps his mouth shut, I might let him stay around. Leonardo's a broad-minded man. He won't mind." The side piece did not stay put. In fact, he caused a scene at the wedding the next day. He shoved me off the stage, but the woman who was supposed to marry me darted over to his side instead. Why? He was holding a piece of broken glass against his throat. Gutturally, he roared, "Choose! Me or him?" Panicked, Rachel kicked me away despite my injuries, and she roared, "Get out of the way! I need to take him to the hospital! If anything happens to him, I'll kill you!" She didn't need to wait that long. My heart died right there and then. … That night, I bought a flight ticket that would take me abroad and left her.

Orennox is a wizard who has been around since the world was made. As technology progresses, magic tends to wane and Orennox adapts to the trends. Now called Oren Knox, he is mostly known as a gunfighter, a notoriously cheap gunfighter who will use magic to make one bullet do the work of many so he doesn't have to keep buying ammunition. His quest is to locate the last Earth Nodes, the last strongholds of magic, and harness their power with the goal of bringing back his trapped wife. In order to find these Earth Nodes, he must use the services of the female Diabolists (night witches) who can sense the magic from long distances. Only, Diabolists are extremely rare and there is a psychopathic killer out there who wants them all dead. After losing one Diabolist to fate, Oren must protect his new asset from those who would hunt her down and kill her so he can find enough magic to complete his quest. However, he is not the only wizard left looking for Diabolists, Diabolists have minds of their own, and, according to him, everyone Oren comes in contact with is a sidewinding, low down, scoundrel.

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.

Edwin, loving and loyal husband is stuck with a prostitute in a cheap hotel room. Rosie's eyes prick and her heart is slaughtered when Edwin addresses her ""Fuck you bitch. You whore. How could you?" Rosie had trie dher best to woo him and to give hime the best of his nights, her only incentive being the cash that she could take home with her, but this guy was different. Edwin loved his wife Stella too much to even cheat on her in his dreams. After all Stella was his first love. But there was a lot of trouble in paradise. As fate could have it, Rosie and Edwin bumped into each other a lot of times and Rosie could not help but fall in love with a thorough gentleman, if life could be any less cruel for her love was a forbidden fruit. The home wrecker here works a reverse way out making her customer fall for his wife all over again. Join the journey to see how the home breaker turns into a home mender. Will there be another Love-Triangle? Whose heart is about to break Edwin, Rosie or Stella? Will there be pain , suffering or happy ending? Stay tuned to learn more

As the right-hand person to the marketing manager, Rossa must deal with a director from a rival company who, ironically, happens to be someone she strongly dislikes. Rosamund Parks was on vacation with some friends on an exotic island when a group of thugs kidnapped her and sold her to a cheap brothel on the outskirts of town, which then sent her to an underground auction. When Francesco (Franco) Tenaglia, a CEO boss, won the auction, he was about to enjoy Rossa's body when an incident thwarted his intentions. Rossa woke up the next day and could still remember the mobster's handsome face, but never in her heart wished to see him again. When the company Rossa works for, faced a tricky situation with a long-established rival company, she was sent to negotiate with them to solve the problem. And when she discovered that the CEO of the rival company was Franco, she had to choose between her freedom and her job. Would she choose herself over her job? Or would she choose the latter and risk Franco's continued dominance?

Because I was a cheapskate, I rented a cheap apartment. The catch? Someone had died in it. The soundproofing of the house was bad, and I could hear my neighbor’s wife moaning every night. But my other neighbor told me that there was no one living in the apartment next to mine.

He pulled his hand from my grip, "What is your problem?" "What is my problem? My problem is the way you were flirting with that guy.” "What I do have nothing to do with you Carlson, you are my boss yes but I'm allowed to hangout around other people and Peter was just being nice." "Nice? You even know his name, why are you so cheap?..." It happened so fast I didn't see it coming all I felt was the stink on my cheeks and the tears in Enzo's eyes. …………….. Carlson Coleman never planned on working for his father's company, but a deal is a deal—he gets everything he wants, or he walks. What he didn’t expect was for “everything” to include Enzo Grey, the quiet, brilliant boy he spent years bullying through high school and college… who also happens to be his new personal assistant. Carlson’s always been drawn to Enzo in ways he couldn’t understand—or admit. Back then, bullying him was the only way Carlson knew to keep him close, to assert control over the chaos Enzo made him feel. But now, years later, the tables have turned. Carlson is the CEO of Coleman Group Ltd., and Enzo is all grown up, confident, and devastatingly off-limits. But some obsessions don’t die. Carlson will do whatever it takes to keep Enzo by his side—this time without the cruelty, without the masks. Only problem? Enzo remembers everything. And forgiveness doesn’t come easy when your past is paved with torment. Now, in the high-rise world of business, boardrooms, and broken trust, Carlson must confront not only his deepest desires but also the man he used to be. Because this time, if he wants Enzo, he’ll have to earn him.

On The Low: His entire life, Cyrus has played it safe—studying for good grades, spending weekends quietly, asking no questions. Raised in a strict, conservative household, he never really had room to find himself. All that changes, however, when he finds himself crashing at a party he wasn't invited to. It is there that he meets Derick. Derick is the type who takes up all the space in the room, not that he tries. Older, rough, and with the reputation for keeping people at arms length, he is the polar opposite of Cyrus. Yet, in the midst of raucous music, cheap alcohol, and bad decisions, something happens between them. It starts innocently enough—glances, small talk, the ride home—but it intensifies. They start to meet in secret, and the curiosity soon intensifies into something greater. Derick catches glimpses of Cyrus that no other person catches. And Cyrus feels alive in ways he never has at any other point in his life. Yet, in their world, there is nothing that makes it easy. The secrecy comes at a cost, with Derick's fear of being discovered and Cyrus's bags causing rumors to go around. Things become tense at home and at school. Regardless of the best efforts at keeping things under the carpet, the truth ends up getting discovered.

“Hey, little rogue. You belong to me. You can never escape from me.” His voice was solid and fearful as I stared at him with intense hatred “I’d rather die than let you have me. To hell with you!” I spat at his face, my chest fuming with anger “I was planning to take you to heaven but if you prefer hell, then so be it.” his hoarse voice roamed my neck and before I could blink, my left breast was in his huge palm He crushed it painfully as he locked his gaze with me. I winced in pain but refused to fall for his cheap, pleasurable tricks. “Everything, everything about you is mine. You can never die without my permission. I will make you submit to my authority,” he declared with a rougher voice and claimed my right breast in his mouth My body betrayed me. A slight gasp escaped my throat as his wet tongue coated my nipple. It was insanely good. The mix of pleasure and hatred were too much for my body to handle, I had to let go of one for the other. Pleasure! My body chose that as I shamelessly moaned in his tight grip. He was sucking hard on the breast in his mouth as he fondled the other. “Shit!” I found myself spitting out as he stopped abruptly His eyes were red with pleasure as he stared at me. “Let’s stop here for today, little rogue. We shall continue another time” I couldn’t believe my ears. I watched the enemy that killed my entire family walk out of the door without being able to do anything but the most terrible thing was that I enjoyed his pleasure. “Damn you, Aria!” I cursed myself as I broke into tears.