Ellen Greene Nude Novels & Stories

On a perfect, sunny afternoon, Rebecca Adam decided to surprise her husband at work. But the surprise was on her. At the front door she discovered there was a "Mrs Adam " already inside. The one the staff knew. not a rumour, not a mistress. a wife. She bypassed security and overheard a truth that made her blood boil. Adam Saint, the man for whom she had abandoned her social circle and her status as a billionaire’s daughter to play the role of a devoted housewife had never loved her. He was already married to her best friend, Elena, long before their own wedding. Rebecca was only a tool. She had even given him her kidney and almost lost her womb in the process, while they had a daughter that bears her name. They wanted the Greene empire. Angry, Rebecca walked away. She stormed into her father’s study and told him she wanted the company. But soon, tragedy struck. Their most powerful partner, a ruthless widower and Adam’s own uncle, Michael Knox pulled out of the deal, sending her father into a life-threatening collapse. Now, to save her legacy, Rebecca must face the coldest man in the business world. Michael Knox expected a blonde spoilt brat. Instead, he met a woman who would do anything to save her family's legacy. Intrigued and dangerously attracted to his nephew's young wife, Michael tried to keep her away. He instructed his staff to never give her access. Day after day, she waited. Same time, same place. It took a heavy downpour and a moment of raw vulnerability to bring them together, setting off a power struggle that would see Rebecca transform into the most powerful woman in the city. And the only one Michael will burn the world for.

In the Valentino family, the rules were absolute—the title of Don passed only to the eldest son of the eldest line. On the day I was due to give birth, my water broke. The contractions came faster and harder, each wave of pain stronger than the last, until my consciousness began to drift. The baby's head was already crowning. Renato knelt beside the bed, gripping my hand, his eyes filled with what looked like heartbreak. I thought he would be my strength—my anchor. But through the haze, I heard him speaking to the midwife. "Control the dosage. Just delay Ellen's delivery for three hours." "But she is already fully dilated. Forcibly delaying it could be dangerous…" The midwife's voice trembled. "It's fine. She wasn't due yet anyway. She only went into labor because she secretly used induction drugs. Delaying the birth will only benefit her." Disbelief crashed over me. I tried with everything I had to speak—to explain. But then I saw him glance at his watch, murmuring to himself, "My sister-in-law is only five centimeters dilated. If we stall for three hours, my brother's child will be the eldest grandson. This is a promise I made to my brother." Terror seized me. I tried to struggle, but the needle had already pierced my skin. In an instant, the child that had been about to emerge was forced violently back into my body. The pain doubled, twisting through me like a storm. Darkness swallowed my vision, and I lost consciousness. When I came to, I had been dragged into an underground storage room. Only after his sister-in-law's son had been safely born did Renato remember me. When he returned—holding the toy he had personally made for our soon-to-be-born child—and ordered his assistant to bring me back to the operating room… All he found were two cold, lifeless bodies.

The housekeeper’s daughter, Selena Greene, deliberately chose to get married on the same day, at the same hotel as me. When our cars passed each other on the way to our weddings, she rolled down her window and asked to switch my bridal bouquet with hers. My bouquet, however, wasn’t just any bouquet. It was hand-carved from priceless jadeite by my grandfather himself—a one-of-a-kind heirloom and his blessing for my wedding day. “Trish,” she pleaded softly, “please. I’ve sacrificed so much for this wedding. I just want it to be perfect. I’ll give it back to you as soon as we get out of the cars.” My heart softened. Against my better judgment, I handed her my bouquet and took her cheap, plastic flowers instead. However, when we stepped out of our cars, she refused to return it. Worse still, during her ceremony, she tossed my jade bouquet onto the floor, shattering it into countless pieces. That bouquet had been my grandfather’s way of being present at my wedding. It was all I had left of him. Yet, in front of everyone, Selena put on an innocent act and accused me, “Who takes back a bouquet after a switch? A glass bouquet like this is all over online shopping platforms for ten bucks. I’ll just pay you back. Trish, you’ve made my life hard enough on normal days. Do you have to humiliate me on the most important day of my life, too?” Furious, I confronted her, but she ducked behind my fiancé and my brother, wiping at her eyes like the victim. My fiancé immediately went to comfort her, leaving me standing alone at the ceremony, humiliated and ridiculed by everyone. My brother, too, called me cruel and heartless. He cut me off financially and threw me out of the family home. Selena’s husband, having quickly risen to success with the help of powerful backers, unleashed his relentless revenge on the now penniless and alone me. In the dead of winter, hired thugs found me and brutalized me to death. And Selena? She became their princess, adored by all three of them. I sank into darkness, full of rage and regret. However, when I opened my eyes again, I was transported back to the day of the wedding.