Did William Afton Kill His Wife

I used to work as a model, but not the typical kind. In our profession, everyone had a benefactor, someone who supported them financially. I dedicated myself to my benefactor for a year and a half, tending to his needs diligently. Despite my dedication, I was eventually abandoned. Just when I gathered my courage and decided to start afresh, he showed up again, "Do you want to date me? Officially."

“You like this so much, don’t you?” Theo asked hectically and nuzzled her temple. His fingers dug into her hips while he was pounding her from behind. She didn’t respond but moaned, her hands clenched on the headboard of the bed harder. He slapped her ass harshly. “Answer me.” “Ah!” Meli laughs breathlessly. “Yes...” Theo straightened and wound his hand around her long hair. The sound of their hips slamming was filling the hotel room. He kept fucking her relentlessly, this woman’s moans were like the most sensual music to his ears. After a few seconds, Meli’s moans turned into sobs and she came with a shaking cry, her body fell onto the mattress. Theo wasn’t there, he gave her a few last thrusts and reached his own apex as groaning. His muscled frame collapsed onto her delicate body. *** Theo is the CEO of a global company. He is his own person with a successful career, a loft as an ideal bachelor pad and a car he'd dreamt of. With his physique that women describe as a Greek god, he has no difficulty in getting a woman he desires. Everything in his life is in a strict order. It is a monotonous pattern, but never worrying. Never unnerving. Till she comes. His boss's new wife. Mrs. Aldridge. There is an insane chemistry between the two, and Theo has no idea how to handle those burning sparks emanating from it.

Rosalia Marina was eighteen when her father sold her to clear his debts. By twenty, she was no longer just another girl trapped in a trafficking house, she was chosen. Auctioned into a marriage she never consented to, Rosalia becomes the wife of a powerful mafia patriarch who believes ownership is the same as salvation. In his home, she learns how to survive by silence, patience, and control, even as her body is treated like a debt that must be repaid. A year later, everything changes when his son returns to claim his place as heir. Cold, judgmental, and determined not to become his father, he sees Rosalia as a woman who traded herself for power. What begins as contempt slowly fractures into something far more dangerous, desire neither of them can afford. Torn between guilt, longing, and the quiet mission she has carried since the day she was sold, Rosalia must decide whether survival is enough, or if destroying the system that enslaved her will cost her the only man who ever truly sees her. In a world where loyalty is currency and love is betrayal, wanting the wrong person can be fatal.

My marriage to Dante Moretti, the heir to the Moretti family, was arranged when we were kids. But after my father died, he publicly refused to marry me. Three times. Each time, he used his dead mother as an excuse, and I couldn't argue. The third time, I walked in on him with some starlet on the anniversary of his mother’s death, and I overheard him sneer: “A boring woman like Isabella? Who the hell would want her?” “So desperate to marry me. It’s pathetic.” I looked down at my white wedding dress, turned on my heel, and knocked on his father's door. Later, on the day I moved into the Moretti estate, I ran into Dante. He thought I was there to force his hand and ran his mouth. But he had no idea I was already his new stepmother.

Angelo "Ang" Rodriguez is a broken man. After losing the woman she loved, she suddenly changed, making the once-positive guy into a gloomy one, and it didn't help him when his younger brother Anthony got into a coma. He could take everything that life throws at him except for one. The fact that his younger brother married Miranda Sandoval, a gold digger who had already gotten married three times before his younger brother, and he cannot allow Miranda to stay married to his brother after knowing that one of those husbands died and after being a widow, Miranda inherited her ex-husband's wealth, but what Ang didn't expect is for him to fall for the woman who he considers a gold digger and a sinner.

Sierra was told he was a kind and generous soul. A man worth being with and forgetting your past love. She hadn't met him but chose to believe in her future husband's qualities and accepted. Having not yet forgotten about Christian, she hoped her husband would make her forget her sinful feelings for Christian but who she saw after her wedding wasn't who she had imagined as a husband. He was the opposite of a gentle and a kind soul. ***** Mason De Luan was a ruthless mafia Don who had his own reasons for accepting a woman who he knew nothing about as his wife. Only he knew what he would gain by accepting this sham of a marriage despite his heart belonging to someone else. But what happens when the ruthless Mafia gangster starts to see his eye sore of a wife as an attractive one? Or when She has had enough and finally masters the courage to file for a divorce? DARK ROMANCE 18+

In the Sinclair pack, I had always been different. Years ago, my grandfather saved the Elder’s life. To repay that debt, the Elder promised that one of his grandsons would become my mate. In my first life, on the night of the Blood Moon, he asked me, “Evelyn, who will you choose?” Blushing, I pointed to the brightest star of the tribe, Andrew Sinclair. But after our wedding, he kept me at a distance. I was confused—until one night, I opened the wrong door. Andrew was on one knee, clutching my cousin Clara’s portrait as if it were his lifeline. His body moved in a way that made my heart twist. My world collapsed. He had never loved me. His heart—his desire—had always belonged to her. Darkness swallowed me, body and soul. My husband lied to me and betrayed the oath we had sworn to the Moon Goddess. The cruel truth broke me, and sickness followed. I died with his child inside me—alone. But the moon gave me another chance. I woke again on that same night. The Elder smiled down at me. Four portraits lay before him. “Evelyn, tonight is your twenty-first rite. Who will you choose?” “You’ve always chased Andrew,” he said kindly. “It must be him—” “No!” The hall fell silent. “Grandfather… I don’t want Andrew.” In panic, I snatched a portrait. “I want him!” The boy on the page wore black. His skin was pale, his lips curved in a mad, crooked smile. William Sinclair. The sick wolf. The one everyone mocked. But I remembered how he had tried to help me find a good doctor. He was the only one who had cared about me when I was dying. And yes—this time, I chose him.

Framed for murder by the man who vowed to protect her, Mikaela lost everything, including her memories. Now, he returns, claiming her as his wife once again, knowing she’s forgotten his betrayal. And as she falls for him, she has no idea she's in love with the wrong man…. again.

Hailey Amaranth, did everything just to make her husband Hunter Lewis love her. A man that she took and should have married her best friend. Hunter promised that he will make Hailey's life miserable and hell. Chaotic, both hurt and both destroyed. Who amongst the two is the real victim, the abductor abused, or the abducted abusive? Is there any hope that they can reconcile or will the wounds remain to deepen in their hearts?