Daddy's Best Friend Made Me A Billionaire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

For five years, I've played the role of Alpha Owen Winslow's secret lover. During the day, I'm his docile and humble younger adopted sister who takes good care of the entire Winslow family. At night, I lie beneath Owen's frame in bouts of passion. I've already grown accustomed to writhing my body to go along with his acts of lust. That is, until I find out that Owen has been livestreaming our lovemaking sessions to his friends this whole time. He even tells them that he'll cast me aside once he tires of me. Since he doesn't cherish my love for him, he can forget about having it ever again. As I clutch my phone tightly, I place a phone call. "Are you a lecturer at the Royal Academy? I've decided to accept your enrollment invitation."

I am heading to my job interview when my close friend, Thomas Lang—the same guy who always cautions me about meddling in other people's business—suddenly throws caution to the wind and sprints toward the wrecked limousine. I instantly realize that Thomas has been reborn, too. In my past life, Thomas and I were the top two graduates of the finance department, both making it to the final round of interviews at a Fortune 500 conglomerate. Yet, on the day of the interview, we suddenly came across the CEO, Ruth Gibson, who had just gotten involved in a car crash. I abandoned the interview to save her, while Thomas hurried off to the interview. In the end, Thomas landed the offer, while I lost my shot at working at the top conglomerate. I received sympathy from everyone around me. However, Ruth sought me out eventually, and in the spirit of profound gratitude, she presented me with an immediate proposal of marriage. I became the man who would marry Thomas' superior, achieving incredible status overnight. Meanwhile, Thomas stayed an ordinary worker, perpetually crushed by impossible metrics and corporate pressure. I was enjoying the heights of my privilege at the annual dinner, standing beside Ruth, while Thomas lurked in the background. He was a miserable face lost among the nameless guests. Consumed by jealousy, he brandished a knife and stabbed me to death right there. I suddenly open my eyes and realize we are both back at this single, pivotal day of Ruth's accident.

Readers discretion advised. Hello readers. So this is an erotic collection featuring more than 15 forbidden steamy stories. Now I promise you this is isn't the usual erotic book. This one is filled with forbidden characters and events that will question your moral while you stroke yourself at 2am in the night. So thread carefully! Forbidden never felt this good!!! A snippet: "You're so wet, Little Saint. Is this what you've been hiding from me all this while?" He growled into my neck as his other hand pressed hard on my back, forcing my body to smash his, my breast moulding into the hard ridges of his taut body. Like a scene out of a movie, his head shot up and then he grunted, "Forgive me, father, for I am about to sin." And before I could push him off, he grabbed the back of my neck and then smashed his lips on mine, his tongue wasting no time to shove itself into my mouth. His mouth was hot, tender and hard all at the same time, and before I could utter any world, his finger thrust into my dripping cunt.

My name is Clara Kelly. I was born in Brooklyn, into an Irish-American cop’s family. My father spent his whole career walking a beat out of the 84th Precinct. My mother volunteered at the parish. I was the first girl on our block to get into Columbia Law. The year I graduated, I was volunteering at a charity gala. I picked up the wrong glass of wine and ended up dumping it down the front of a man’s Brioni suit. That man was Adrian Francesco Moretti. Fourth-generation Don of the Moretti Family of New York, and one of the five families of Cosa Nostra. He chased me for four years. I said no six times. The seventh time, he stood outside my law firm in the rain until three-fifteen in the morning. I married him. Two decades in, he’d handed me the keys to the entire Moretti Family. In our world they called me “the Irish Donna,” a woman with no Italian blood who somehow held the seat. Childless by choice, the two of us. Famously in love. Until that Wednesday afternoon, when my college roommate of twenty years, my best friend Vivian Sinclair, walked into my living room with a five-year-old boy. She said the boy was Adrian’s son. She said that five years ago, she’d taken a used condom out of the wastebasket in my upstairs master bedroom, kept it frozen for three years, and done IVF. She said she was the real mother of the Moretti heir. She was the real Donna Moretti. “Be smart. Pack your bags and walk out. You might even get to keep your life.” “You’re barren. The Moretti Family doesn’t need you.” I looked at the woman I’d called my best friend for half my adult life. I didn’t say a word. She thought she was holding the winning card. What she didn’t know was that she’d just stepped onto a board Adrian and I had been laying for twenty years. I needed exactly one sentence to shatter every piece of the Donna fantasy she’d spent five years building.

My boyfriend's "best female friend" was angry again. Why? Because for our five-year anniversary, he got a gift just for me—and forgot about hers. Simone Baker threw a complete fit, sobbing and making a huge scene. Scott Tanner immediately blocked me and removed me on Instagram, then changed our matching couple profile pictures. "Girls can be so dramatic," he said. "Once I've calmed her down, we'll switch them back." I reminded him, "That makes a hundred times now." He just smiled and gave me a quick kiss. "I know. I'll make it fast this time." That night, Simone posted a status update: [Your effort was acceptable. You get three days of freedom.] Almost immediately, Scott unblocked me. [Okay, babe. We can put our couple pictures back now.] But then a male account—using my half of the matching photo—sent him a friend request, followed by a single question mark. [Since when are couple photos a group project?]

After her mother's death, Maya Cruz is sent to live with her aunt at the Crystal Palace pack. Without questioning her father's decision, she accepts and her new life begins roughly when she enrolls at Crystal High School where she suffers bullying and oppression at the hands of Micah Alphus, the Alpha's spoiled son, Juliet Stone, his girlfriend, and their friends. Micah turns out to be her mate, first mate but he rejects her without a second thought and discards her like a used towel, and still, Maya finds herself falling hopelessly for him. Micah suddenly begins to draw closer to her after making a bet with his friends and Maya who is ignorant of this fact accepts him. While her new life is starting to look up, her childhood best friend and first love, Daniel Fisher shows up and it's clear he doesn't approve of their relationship. He's determined to win her back and would do anything after finding out she’s his mate When Daniel stumbles on evidence that proves Micah's deceit, he is quick to hand it over to her. However, despite being reunited with her first love – and second mate -, Maya still finds herself yearning for Micah, the one who hurt her the most. How will Maya navigate this love triangle she has found herself in? And what secrets is she hiding? Who will end up with her at last? And will Juliet let this Omega take her man without a fight?

"Please what?" His low seductive voice asked. "Please don't stop, Daddy!" I cried, lost in the pleasure my sinful desire was giving me. …… Eloise Asher, ended up in a club as a one day stripper, and ended up giving a blowjob to a random man who eventually turned out to be her Dad's best friend—Ignatio Sandro. With this realization, they were supposed to put what had happened behind them, but Eloise wanted more, and even Ignatio was willing to put his friendship with Eloise's father at risk just to own his daughter. His Needy Slut. Her Possessive Daddy. In a world where their romance is regarded as forbidden and abominable, will they survive? Will they succeed in keeping their affair a secret? Rated 18+.

Ella, after losing her child and womb to her abusive boyfriend, spiraled into a life of despair and emptiness. With no dreams left to chase and her past haunting her, she gave up on everything and began to live her life drinking in clubs. But one fateful encounter with Damien Rojas, a charismatic billionaire and CEO of the biggest fashion industry in Texas, changed everything. A one-night stand turned into a lifeline when she requested that he offer her a job in exchange for their night together. Damien, impressed by her designs and charisma, offers her a chance to rebuild her life at his company as an intern. Unknown to Ella, her best friend Sylvia, Damien's ex, who was also his personal secretary, wasn't ready to let go of Damien. Things took a spiral twist when Damien accused Sylvia of embezzlement and fired her from the company immediately. Ella was immediately promoted to Sylvia's former position, causing gossip to spread about her relationship with the CEO. As sparks fly between Ella and Damien and certain truths begin to unfold, Ella is torn between saving her best friend and falling for the man who had caused her best friend's downfall. What would Ella choose? Her loyalty towards Sylvia or her feelings for Damien?

My best friend wanted to adopt an injured kitten. Seeing the cat’s unusual appearance, I suddenly recalled a state-protected animal called the manul. Its young resembled cats but were exceptionally ferocious. So, I advised her against keeping it. But my friend would not listen to me and brought it back to our rental apartment. Unexpectedly, the manul seemed to understand human emotions and harbored a grudge against me. Five years later, it suddenly burst into my home and killed my entire family. I lunged to kill it, only to have my throat torn. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my best friend adopted the manul. This time, I did not stop her from taking it in.

The day after I got engaged to my boyfriend, his best friend locked me up. He smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt, stepping closer with each passing moment. "Mich, I'm your true destiny," he said, his voice low and menacing. As I struggled to resist, I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs. When I woke up, all my memories were gone. The handsome stranger standing before me noticed my confusion and kindly offered an explanation. "You're my fiancée, but you cheated on me," he said.