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Richard Montague, a rich heir in Durmask, has just posted a new tweet on Twitter. The accompanying photo features a luxurious winery. The caption reads, "My wife loves this place a lot, so I bought it immediately." I tap on the photo, soon realizing that this is Amie Winery, the same place that I had briefly mentioned to Richard last week. Then, I recall the fact that he has told me that he's prepared a surprise anniversary gift for me in a mysterious tone. So, this winery must be the gift! With a wide smile on my face, I respond to his tweet in the comment section. But three minutes later, Kiara York, a popular celebrity from the same company that I'm in, quickly proclaims her love for Richard on the Internet. "Wow, my husband is so generous! I'm very satisfied with this gift!" All the onlookers and fans begin shipping Kiara and Richard like mad overnight. "What a sweet relationship! As expected of the rich heir in Durmask! Even the way he announces his relationship is very domineering!" The whole turn of events leaves me feeling stunned. Once I realize that Kiara is just trying to ride on the coattails of Richard's popularity, I quickly post a picture of my marriage certificate online. It comes with a caption. "If she's the legitimate wife, then who am I?" But Kiara soon posts a marriage certificate of her own. To my surprise, there's a photo attached to the certificate. Richard's face is shown in the photo. Kiara mocks me, "There's a limit to being a lunatic fangirl, you know! Rick and I are husband and wife by law! You can't just slap a Photoshopped picture here and pretend that he's your husband!" As I stare at both copies of the marriage certificates, which show the courthouse's stamp, I fall in deep contemplation. Then, I look at the place Kiara tagged on her Twitter comment. Finally, I can't resist calling Richard, who's currently overseas. "How dare you engage in bigamy behind my back!"

“Fuck me. Use me. Wreck me. I want to be filled with your big cock until my cunt can’t take it anymore.” “That’s my good girl. Now, tell me, what are you?” “I’m daddy’s whore.” _______ An erotic one-shot of delicious, sizzling, tantalizing, toe curling and vibrator grabbing shorts revolving around different characters. THIS BOOK CONTAINS DISTURBING SCENES THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR KIDS OR THE WEAK MINDED. READ THIS BOOK AT YOUR OWN RISK!

When Nadia Marlowe attends the annual writers’ conference in California, all she has in mind is a break from the regular activities back home, an autograph from her favourite author, and the desire to connect with writers from around the world. That is, until the air conditioner in her hotel room starts spitting hot air, and a technician is sent in to fix it. Suddenly, the conference no longer matters. The goals she arrived with disappear into thin air, replaced by an undeniable awareness of the extremely handsome technician standing across from her. One thing leads to another, and a simple repair session turns into an intense encounter that leaves Nadia shaken to her core. Disgusted with herself for crossing a line she never thought she would—married, with children—Nadia leaves California after the conference determined to bury the experience and pretend it never happened. But fate has a sense of humour, and Nadia Marlowe becomes its favourite recipient. Her husband’s longtime friend arrives for a business discussion, and to her horror, that friend turns out to be Fabian, the same technician she had mouth watering sex with back in California. Lost for words, Nadia struggles to survive his stay in her home. But fate isn’t finished yet. Fabian’s visit stretches longer than planned. To make matters worse, he is trapped in an on-and-off relationship, and also has a daughter. He knows the damage he’s causing. He knows that after everything Nadia’s husband has done for him, betraying him this way is unforgivable. Yet the pull toward Nadia is something he cannot control. What began as a single reckless moment spirals into a dangerous affair, one filled with desire, guilt, and secrets, threatening to destroy marriages, friendships, and the perfect life Nadia has built.

Grávida de nove meses, vi a amada do meu marido se mudar para a nossa casa com uma desculpa qualquer. Ela fingia sofrimento sempre que me via, e ele me acusava de exibir a barriga só para provocá-la. — A Rafa já sofre demais! E você ainda exibe essa barriga enorme só pra machucar! Só vai aprender se eu te der uma lição. — Rosnou ele, com frieza. Sem hesitar, mandou me trancar no sótão e proibiu qualquer um de me trazer comida. Supliquei, dizendo que os gêmeos estavam grandes, que o médico havia pedido minha internação urgente, pois o parto podia acontecer a qualquer momento. Mas ele apenas riu como se eu estivesse contando alguma piada tola. — Ainda faltam três dias pro parto. Não inventa desculpa para escapar! Vai pro sótão pensar bem no que você fez! Isso é o mínimo, depois do que fez com a Rafa! — Ele insistiu, ignorando completamente a minha dor. No sótão escuro, gritei até minhas unhas se quebrarem na porta. No silêncio sufocante, as contrações rasgavam meu corpo, cada onda de dor parecia não ter fim. Coberta de sangue, exausta e ainda presa, percebi que meu filho não sobreviveria. Três dias depois, enquanto tentava tomar um mingau, meu marido, já incomodado, comentou com desprezo: — Manda a Joyce descer para me preparar o mingau, e depois vá pedir desculpas à Rafa. Se ela pedir de um jeito decente, pode até levar ela pro hospital na hora de parir. Mas ninguém respondeu, pois o sangue já escorria do sótão, degrau por degrau, inundando a casa num silêncio mais aterrador que qualquer grito.

Celeste knew both happiness and sadness, but she had never lost hope, until the time when she lost her dad and her world came crashing down. What was the point of hoping and wishing, when everything she wished for would slip away right from her hands, like water running down her fingers? Pain and depression in itself are unbearable, but what would happen to a person if they have to deal with financial stress too? Celeste had to juggle not only schoolwork but also juggle three different jobs. With great difficulty, she was able to finish her bachelor's, and now she was finally able to get into her dream university for her master's. All this while she thought being far away from home would somehow take her troubles away too, but that wasn't the case. She had a looming 1-year student loan and was barely getting by with a full-time degree. And that's when she was forced to do something that she didn't really think she would have to do. She found herself browsing through what it would take to be a sugar baby and was mortified that it required the sugar baby to have consensual sex and her graysexual ass could never. She was saved from the nightmare when she met a mysterious rich boy/man who was willing to act as her sugar daddy, well not really. Gabrielle a boy of just 23, and an owner of a multi-millionaire company. He had money and everything nice right at his feet. But just like Celeste, he was a broken boy too, craving for a family that was already 6 feet under the ground. And who knew that both of them would find each other and maybe just maybe they would find what they lost all hope for.

SynopsisThree years ago, he got on one knee to propose to her. He swore he would make her the happiest bride in the world. However, a year later, she had an accidental miscarriage, and he got into a car accident and needed a new kidney to survive. After that traumatic night, they could never go back to the way they were before.Now, she was tired and wanted a divorce. However, John Freeman had imprisoned her at home instead.He said, “Don’t even think about a divorce. You have to atone for your crime for the rest of your life!”Olivia smiled bitterly. “John, I have terminal lung cancer. You can’t keep me here!”

The day my husband was away on a business trip, I received a notification for a hotel charge. As I watched the video on my phone of him kissing his secretary on their way to the room, I dialed his number. “Honey, you need to come home right away. Mom was in a serious car accident,” I said. Before I could finish, Xavier Smith cut me off. “It’s just a car accident. We’ll deal with it if she dies.” He hung up without a hint of concern and went back to his cozy time with his secretary in their hotel room. He was completely unaware that the woman in critical condition at the hospital wasn’t my mom. It was his.