Closed Mindedness

On the train back home, I found a scathing post online. [My sister-in-law is pushing thirty but isn’t married yet. She comes home all the time. Would you be bothered by it?] The comments were numerous and ran the gamut of opinions. The post got wildly popular, and there was an argument between the poster and commenters. [It’s bad enough that she won’t get married. She wants to stay with us when she’s home. Shouldn’t she feel ashamed? I’m at the end of my rope. She even drank all my lemonade last time she was here. I really hate her. [She has no boundaries. I’ve been wanting to teach her a lesson for ages. I turned her bedroom into my walk-in closet. Let’s see if she can still stay here.] When I got to this point, I closed the post. It was lucky that I bought the house where my parents and brother live. Because of that, I would not be at risk of losing my own room. But when I got out of the train station, I received a text from my mother. [Sweetie, I booked you a hotel room. You don’t have to come home and stay this time.]

A Deal made in Business. A Marriage destroyed by Betrayal. A woman reborn for Revenge. Olivia Monroe Castillo married billionaire Ethan Henderson for one reason: a business deal that would benefit them both. No love. No promises. Just power. But while Ethan climbed the corporate ladder and smiled for the cameras, Olivia was forgotten ignored, unloved, and quietly suffering behind closed doors. When she finally walked away, no one noticed. Not even him. Six years later, she’s back. Only now, she’s not the naive woman he once overlooked. She’s rich, powerful, and dangerous in heels. And she wants what’s hers. The world believes Ethan is married to someone else Jessica, the woman who stole Olivia’s name, image, and title. But the law still knows the truth: Olivia is the real wife. She doesn’t want love. She wants justice. And she’s about to use the very contract Ethan once used to control her to ruin him. But what Ethan doesn’t know? She left with a broken heart and a deeper secret he was too blind to see. Now, she’s not just taking her place back. She’s taking everything and Olivia is about to show them all you never betray the first wife.

Regina's heart disease determines her heart desire. Her second chance to life gave her a moment of rethink, either to be with a man she loves or the man that loves her.  Everyone has their flaws but a handsome billionaire, Jack has flaws that keep him away from happiness. Can their lives be redefined by fate?. Can their love cover their flaws? **** He walked inside and saw her on the bed groaning in pains but he didn't care less. She saw him walking around like nothing was happening. Was this really the man she loved?. "Jack, please, I need to go to the hospital" she said with pains but he slowly raised his head like she was joking. "I should release you, and you will be able to elope with that bastard, tell me, do you think I'm a fool?" He said and walked to her in anger. Holding her down to the bed, applying force on her hands as she was screaming in pain caused him tears but her resistance kept breaking him inside. He finally released her and walked toward the door. "It's either you accept me forever or die inside here" he said and closed the door with a banged. The sound was all she heard before blacking out. *** "Forgive and forget, my lady" he said right at the altar.

Immediately we walked into the pack house, he pulled me by the arm. "Welcome to hell, Darling." I tried to pull away from him, giving him a piece of my mind now that he had no leverage over my head. "Firstly, stop with the pet name-calling. It doesn't go well with your image." He pulled me closer, we were breathing the same air now as he held my eyes in his icy orbs. "My image? And what just might that be?" I responded with a shaky breath. "You know, arrogant, mean, insufferable." He took a deep breath, his head touching mine."Is that all?" His hand wound around the small of my back. His actions sent a pool of wetness between my legs. I knew he could sense my arousal, anyone for miles could. It was turning into an ocean as he pushed me into him. "Rude, ruthless, evil?" I stated breathlessly, nearly giving in to my desire. "Rude? I've been nothing but polite since we met." His lips were inches from mine. My eyes closed subconsciously as I waited for his lips to meet mine. …….. One curse, two mates, and the end of the world

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.

It has been fifty-five days since my fiancé cut me off. I called off the wedding I'd waited eight long years for. All while he was caring for his childhood sweetheart, who was battling depression and seeking peace at a remote retreat. He even had the historic chapel—a local landmark called the Aethelred Sanctuary—closed to the public for six months because of her. And me? I was left to face the swarming reporters, hounded from one place to the next until I had nowhere left to hide—all because he disappeared without a word. Out of options, I went to the retreat to find him. But he turned me away, saying I would disturb the quiet and sanctity of the place. In the bitter cold of deep winter, I collapsed outside the gates, barely holding on. When I woke, I saw him—Jonathan—planting an entire garden of roses on the grounds, every bloom a declaration of love. Six months later, he finally left and returned home with his childhood sweetheart. The roses they had planted now filled what was supposed to be our wedding venue, from floor to ceiling. I watched them, cold and unmoved. What he didn't know was this—I was already engaged to someone else.

His mouth found my throat, tongue tracing a hot path down to my pulse. When he closed his lips over my chest, swirling his tongue in slow, torturous circles, pleasure speared through me so sharply I cried out. My body arched into him, craving more, but my mind whispered: You’re giving him everything. There’ll be no hiding after this. ********* I was divorced for another woman. Three years of marriage erased with one signature...because my husband chose his mistress. I thought losing him was the worst betrayal. Then I met his boss. He is hot, powerful and dangerous in a way that makes my pulse race. A billionaire who looks at me like I was never disposable… only claimed too late. He shouldn’t want me. I shouldn’t want him. But every glance lingers. Every touch is a warning. And every secret pulls us closer to ruin. My ex-husband regrets losing me. His mistress fears me. And the man I’m falling for is the one I was never meant to touch. My ex husband thought divorcing me would break me. He was wrong. Now the regret belongs to him. ****Trigger warning*Smut* Smut*Smut

On the eve of our wedding, Ellis Stewart threw a tantrum and hurled the wedding ring I had given her. I spent the entire night searching through the icy lake until my numb fingers finally closed around it. When I went to return the ring to her, I overheard her speaking with a close friend. “How many times have you toyed with Jonathan already? “It’s been three years since Gregory’s passing, and you still can’t forget him?” “If Jonathan hadn’t clung to me three years ago, begging me to pick him up, how could Gregory have died in that car accident?” Ellis replied coldly. “He’s the one who killed Gregory. Everything that happened was nothing but his own doing.” My knuckles whitened around the ring, and for an instant, it felt as though all the blood in my body had turned cold. So Ellis had never loved me at all. My unwavering devotion had been nothing more than a crucial piece of her revenge. In silence, I let the ring fall from my hand. Then I pulled out my phone. “Dad, Mom, I’ve figured things out. I agree to the marriage you’ve arranged. Let the wedding be in three days.”

⚠️⚠️ Not for readers under 18!!! Mature Content ⚠️⚠️ One Night. No names. No rules. Still raw from an eight-year relationship that ended in betrayal, Aria gives in to a dominant stranger to take her apart in a hotel room, hard, rough, and unforgettable. She gives him her body, her sounds, her shame… and walks away believing it’s over. It isn’t. Because the man who fucked her senseless the night before is her married, untouchable, and very much her strict professor. They swear to erase what happened. To keep their distance. To be professional. But lust doesn’t disappear just because it’s forbidden. Assigned as his teaching assistant, Aria finds herself trapped between her future and her hunger. Every stolen glance feels like a sin. Every closed door is a risk. Every touch could cost her scholarship and his entire career. As the affair deepens into obsession, Aria must decide how much of herself she’s willing to lose for a man who can never fully be hers... while Jason risks destroying the carefully crafted life he built for the one woman who makes him forget all the rules. Because this isn’t love. It’s control. It’s craving. It’s a secret that wants to be exposed. And once you taste something this dark... walking away is the hardest part.

Elara Voss thought one wild night at a lounge would set her free from her dull new life after her mom married rich Victor Blackwood. She gave her tight virgin body to a hot stranger with gray eyes that promised sin. His thick cock stretched her wet pussy until she begged for more, her first time raw and full of dark need. He left her sore and smiling, whispering they would never meet again. But fate twisted hard when he walked in as her new stepbrother, Damien Blackwood, the young CEO taking over the family firm. Shock hit her like a slap, his touch now forbidden but craved. He cornered her, fingers rubbing her clit while growling claims over her cherry. As lust burned hot, secrets spilled: Damien sought revenge on Victor for old hurts, tied to shady deals and danger. Elara fell deep into his possessive grip, her body dripping for his rough fucks, but betrayal loomed. Syndicate threats closed in, guns and proof that could ruin them all. In this dark romance, Elara must choose between family and the stepbrother who owns her soul and her slick, needy cunt. Will their filthy love survive the storm, or shatter in blood and cum?