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I could only believe William and follow him to the outskirts to live with his relatives. However, he brought me to a wrinkly old man instead. The house was run-down, dark, and covered in spider webs. The old man was afraid that I would escape, so he put a dog collar around my neck. However, I had just given birth. How could I have the energy to escape? I could only look at William helplessly. I no longer had tears to cry. “Where is our son? Did you sell him?” My blood had soaked the train seats because of a premature delivery.

He swallowed hard, mouth opening like he was about to say something else—something desperate enough to cling to. “I can use my mouth,” he said, voice hoarse, eyes pleading. “I’ll do anything. Just... please.” I caught a twitch deep inside, a flicker of something I didn’t expect. My jaw tightened. My gaze flicked to his mouth, slow breath rising and falling. The night thickened, the world narrowing to that one desperate offer. “He did say I could do whatever I wanted with you,” I murmured, voice rough. He looked up, stupid, teary eyes staring right into mine with that desperate, pleading look. My fingers tightened on the gun. I tilted my head, the cold metal digging deeper.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

My fingers clenched around the candy, its stiff edge almost cutting my palm. Indeed, in our previous lives, he had been convinced that my only purpose was to be a blood bank and organ donor to Susie. Since Susie still died after I donated my kidney, that meant I served no purpose in this life, and the Grants had no reason to bring home a loser like me. I smiled, violently wiping the tears I couldn't fight back as I told myself—the old Yvie Grant was dead and I would live only for myself.

It was like my eyes were starved, and the book was a feast—rich, decadent, indulgent. But then, everything shifted. When the second man entered the scene—his gaze not filled with disgust or shock, but curiosity and hunger—and chose to join the couple in bed, my pulse skyrocketed. I couldn’t read another word. My breath hitched, heart thundering beneath my ribs. I slammed the book shut with trembling fingers, the sound echoing through the quiet room, before placing it abruptly on the table in front of me. My palm pressed against my chest, trying to still the rapid thumping of my heart, trying to anchor myself in reality.

he said to himself. “And I'm not sure I would ever be able to make her understand.” The world wasn't like she pictured it – like you could meet anyone for answers and get them. The world was full of men like Viktor Krasimirov and Donovan Cole, men who saw desperation as an opportunity and turned people's pain into profit. He thought aloud. And to think that the only thing that had kept her safe – if it was meant to be a scary experience – was a driver she had cursed at and called an unfaithful ingrate.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

I thought that God would look kindly upon me and that I could climb out of poverty and into a better life through these relationships. But in the end, I learned the truth: it was all a scam. I nearly got trapped by an older woman in one of those places, forced to smile and earn money. In the midst of my confusion and despair, I met Giselle. She was beautiful and did not carry herself like a wealthy person, yet she was exactly my type. I began working and studying harder. I thought that if my life was destined to be ordinary, I at least wanted to share it with someone I truly cared about.

As I slumped in the back seat, my body felt as if millions of ants were crawling and biting beneath my skin. Colby spat from the front. "She's almost spent anyway. Mr. Hansen's got his hands on some new chicks who might bring in some real money. We'll sell her off and squeeze out her last bit." Before we arrived at the village, he called Martin ahead. "We're almost back. Get everything ready so we can go live as soon as we're there." While Rodrick was still tinkering with his new drug in the backseat, Colby cursed Martin under his breath. "Why is that old man being so quiet today?"

a few hymnbooks?” “Nope, we’re leaving,” Jake said. “Soon as we pack.” “That won’t be soon,” Augustus said. “You’ve scattered stuff over three acres just making this one little camp.” That was true. They had unpacked in the dark and made a mess of it. Jake was looking for a whiskey bottle that wasn’t where he thought he’d put it. It was plain camping wasn’t a neat way of life. There was no place to wash, and they were carrying very little water, which was the main reason she had refused Jake. She liked a wash and felt he could wait until they camped near a river and could splash a little of the dust off before bedding down. Augustus watched them eat the poor burned breakfast. It was eternal