Fifth Discipline Senge

Serena decided to end her relationship with James. In public, they were the widowed sister-in-law and the younger brother-in-law who couldn't stand each other. In private, he repeatedly forced her to call him 'Fifth Brother' in a despicable manner. Three years of secret entanglement, dangerous and overwhelming. And now, he's getting engaged...

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me. All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of. At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen. Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart. Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks." That night, Jennifer posted on her social media: "Men are boys till the day they die, always fumbling their way through romance." She added a picture of the fireworks, along with a photo of her and Sebastian standing close under the dazzling display. I liked her post and left a comment: "From school to altar—what a touching love story. When's the wedding?"

Euphrasia Acosta doesn't believe in fairy tales. She views life solely as a series of trials that one can either succeed at or fail at. So when her father died and she discovered the associated condition of the last will to get her inheritance, she remained resilient. A condition where she has to marry someone before she can use the rights of her inherited land and that leads her to marry Octavious Allejandro the Fifth, a seemingly perfect but domineering man. He was everyone's very own dreamy prince charming. Except for the fact that he is a domineering, workaholic, and possessive man who wants nothing but to possess things. And that includes her. They agreed not to interfere in each other's lives. But her husband does everything to involve himself. And that started the chaos. Chaos between her mind and heart. Chaos with her body and soul. What will be the outcome of their married life, built on a contract, fake relationship, and hidden emotions?

Loki caught her husband cheating on the day of their fifth marriage anniversary. To make matters worse, he was unremorseful and had cheated on her with someone who seemed like a perfect version of herself. He then retrieves an already prepared divorce documents and tossed it to her with a huge alimony, disregarding her love and devotion to him for five years of their union. After being forced to sign the papers, Loki was kicked out by security upon his instructions, tagged as an imposter claiming to be his wife. Enraged by the insane depth of her husband's betrayal, Loki vowed to make him regret his existence. By a series of incidents, she rose to power and became the most powerful, feared, respected and indomitable woman the world ever knew, causing havoc to all who dared harm her, her son or even the mysterious man she later crossed paths with. Loki, now Rhiannon, needed not to hide under the cover of any man to be protected. She made her own rules and her vengeance against her ex husband became a lesson to all mankind.

Anna McClain, the daughter of Jacob McClain—one of the most ruthless Mafia lords—wanted nothing more than a life away from the ruthlessness and bloodshed that came with her family name. In a desperate bid to see this wish fulfilled, she ran away from home. This turned out to be the best decision of her life, as she met the love of her life, Aiden Smith. But the joy was short-lived, as disaster struck on the fifth year of her escape—the night Aiden proposed to her. Her brother, Liam, resurfaced, dragging her back into the life she so desperately sought to avoid. Faced with two choices: to marry into another Mafia, or risk losing her life and Aiden's, what will Anna decide?

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband was in a car accident and lost his memory. He forgot everyone, including me, but he clung to his young assistant, Sophie. "The first person I saw when I opened my eyes was her. She's the most important person in my life. I want to marry her!" he exclaimed. Sophie, tears streaming down her face, pleaded with me, "Nadine, I'm sick. My only wish in this life is to marry the one I love. Please, have mercy and let us be together." Even my husband's so-called loyal friends, who had always referred to me as "sister-in-law," suddenly turned on me, urging me to step aside for their sake. Watching Lawrence's overly dramatic performance, I swallowed my pain and forced a smile. "Fine. I'll grant you your wish." After all, Sophie really was sick. It just wasn't cancer—it was something else.

When my wife brought her lover home for the fifth time, I decided enough was enough. I said nothing, not a word of complaint or protest. Instead, I superglued the windows shut and locked the bedroom door from the outside. From the bedroom came the muffled sounds of her little escapade, breathless and feverish, carrying through the walls like a shameful melody no one asked to hear. Calmly, I sat in the living room, picked up the phone, and called my mother-in-law. "Jessie," I said, putting on my best tone of urgency, "it's bad—real bad! Your daughter's locked herself in the bedroom and says she's gonna end it all!"

In the fifth month of my pregnancy, my husband brought back his first love, who was eight months pregnant and causing a stir about getting a divorce. I politely told him that pregnant women would influence each other, which wasn’t good for the child. Alex, however, smashed a water glass and said in disgust, "Sarah is depressed because of the divorce, and the only one she can rely on is me! Do you want her to die?" I felt nauseous and vomited, unable to sleep through the night, and my health worsened with each passing day. To make her happy, he filled the house with lilies. But he had forgotten that I was allergic to lilies and locked me in the room, saying, "Let’s see if you can get an allergic reaction if you can’t smell the lilies." I bled continuously, desperately calling him for help for both myself and the child, but he simply said that I was still early in the pregnancy and there wouldn’t be any problems. When the fetal movements stopped, I had completely given up. It was at that moment that he frantically pushed open the door.

On my fifth birthday with Zachary Murdock, I sit once again in front of a full table of cold food, just like every year before. Zachary had promised, as always, to spend the day with me. And, as always, he breaks that promise. This year, it's because his childhood sweetheart wanted to shoot a set of "artistic photos". She invited him and a few of his close buddies to be part of it. Without hesitation, he ditches me again and runs straight into her arms. At 11:00 pm, his childhood sweetheart posts a photo to her social media and sets it so that only I can see it. In the picture, four men are in nothing but black briefs and Windsor-knotted ties. They kneel around her while she is draped in sheer fabric like a goddess. The caption reads, "Some people beg for crumbs, but I own the entire bakery." I take a screenshot. Then, I send it to the girlfriends of all three of Zachary’s best buddies. If they all look down on me this much, let's hope they don't end up on their knees begging me someday.

Ever been fûcked so good you forgot your own name... and thanked them for it? Welcome to SWEET SURRENDER, a collection of short erotic stories that explores the raw, aching edge of submission. Each tale drags you into the dark corners of desire where power isn’t just taken, it’s begged for. Inside these pages, you’ll meet women who ache for control to be stripped away and the men ruthless enough to do it. Expect forbidden temptation, age gaps erotic stories that burn, discipline met with praise, and the filthy high of being watched and used. Some stories will leave you breathless with tenderness. Others? They’ll ruin you, in the best way. If you’ve ever whispered “Yes, Sir,” or spread your thighs on command, this book doesn’t just speak to you. It speaks for you. You're not just reading. You're surrendering. So turn the pages of this book... and give in.