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“Hand over all the money now and we walk away clean.” “Clean? There’s no clean in this game, kid.” He laughed ugly. “I don’t know what your old man told you, but this money is mine.” He started stalking toward me, heavy boots thudding against the floor. His step paused, head tilting with mock generosity. “I’ll do you one favor, though.” He jerked his chin toward the door. “Turn around and walk away.” “Where the hell is the damn money?” My voice echoed through the warehouse.

Dirty money smells like copper, stale sweat, and fear. It has a texture—gritty, used, passed from desperate hand to desperate hand in the dark. Clean money has no smell. It is digital. It is a stream of zeros and ones flowing through fiber optic cables buried deep beneath the ocean. It is invisible, weightless, and absolute.

He muttered to himself. The next day, the story was printed with a large picture of Theodore. Theodore was in Portugal when he received the news. Natalie was having breakfast when the news was broken to her that Theodore was on Page Six. She opened the newspaper and read the headline “The Forbidden Billionaire’s Dirty Little Secret” Maybe the world can learn new synonyms now. For Mr. Theodore Gilbert is the forbidden billionaire and Miss Natalie Greene is his dirty secret.

“I know that you have some money, but it’s not enough to cover the costs of my treatment! Mom, I don’t want to spend my entire life being so useless! I want to wait for Grandpa, Dad, and Gideon to be released; I believe that they’ll be released!” “Come with me, Gemma!” Shelly pulled Gemma harder. Only she knew what money laundering meant. Moreover, the Walton Family wasn’t clean at all. Once the dirty money was discovered, other clues would be found soon after that. Eventually, the two of them would only be brought into trouble. Besides, I have taken part in this… At the thought of this, Shelly dragged Gemma upstairs even harder no matter whether she tried to resist or not.

“Don’t you dare shut me out again. I carried your broken body out of that club. I saw what they did to you. Tell me the truth. Who is controlling you? Because I know it’s more than money. More than the stripping.” I looked into his eyes—those intense, beautiful eyes that saw too much—and something inside me cracked. “Someone from my past,” I whispered, the half-truth tasting like ash. “He’s controlling me with blackmail and threats. If you get involved, it’ll destroy you too, your mom. Everything will be destroyed and I can't let that happen.”

Blurb. Daddy’s Dirty Secrets is a collection of stories where temptation never knocks—it walks straight in. Every tale explores the thrill of forbidden attraction, dangerous choices, hidden affairs, and desires too powerful to ignore. Here, love isn’t always innocent, heroes aren’t always good, and the lines between right and wrong blur with every stolen moment. Whether it’s a ruthless billionaire guarding more than his fortune, a mafia king with a dangerous obsession, an alpha who refuses to let go, or strangers whose lives collide at exactly the wrong time, every story offers a new escape into a world where passion and consequences go hand in hand. No two stories are alike, but th

Min squeezed Jun’s hand, forcing him to look back. "Cash," Min whispered. "Dirty, untraceable cash from the gambling dens in Macau, the smuggling routes in Incheon, and the shadow banks in Hong Kong. Tonight, two hundred guests—some well-known, but the majority greedy novices given opportunities to network but in truth there to be exploited—will buy 'art' at silent auctions for ten times its value. They will make 'anonymous donations' to shell charities. By morning, ten million dollars of black money will be white as snow and sitting in the Senator’s war chest." Jun swallowed hard.

“Been in this business long enough to spot talent. You walk in a room and people notice. That messy realness? It sells.” I sank down on the edge of the bed, legs tired from all the pacing and pushing. My mind raced, long thoughts tumbling over each other. How I hated feeling small when Kai got in my face, how Jade’s disgust cut deeper than his yelling, how Mom’s choices kept us all stuck in that tiny apartment with the humming fridge and the constant drama. Daniel made me feel seen for five minutes, his breath hot on my neck, hands sliding under clothes like he couldn’t get enough. And now this. P**n. Money. But at what cost? I laughed again, short and sarcastic. “Great. Kidnapped by a p**n

They stick to the cum all over her rear end. "You know, I should make you give all of that to me. I'm the one doing all the work for those men." She gets up off the bed, pours herself a drink from the mini bar. The money sticking out from the crack of her butt, a two hundred dollar tail wiggles as she walks "But that wouldn't be any fun, baby." She pulls the sticky money out from between her wet cheeks and hands him the two one hundred dollar bills. "You keep it all. It's dirtier that way. I like that. I'm your fucking whore. I know that. That's what this is all about for me."

“Doesn’t exactly scream discreet billionaire hideout.” One corner of his mouth lifted. “It’s more discreet than you think.” He pushed off the doorframe and crossed the room with unhurried steps. “Used to be a drug den,” he added. “Got busted. I bought it. Turned the ground floor into a bar… kept this.” I nodded slowly. He stopped before me, picked up the laptop and bottle of whiskey then turned, and my gaze caught the faint bruises along his back. Marks I’d made. Heat rushed to my face. I lifted my cup quickly.