Fifty Shades Revenge Book Novels & Stories

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

Third Person's POV Priscilla froze, realizing she was outmatched. Her initial plan to slap Adelaide and assert dominance had backfired—her own guard was injured before Adelaide even flinched. In all her years, Priscilla had never suffered such humiliation. "The Frostfang blood runs wild," she sneered. Her sulfur-laced pheromones faltered under Adelaide's cold gaze. The she-wolf knelt on moonstone tiles, her fresh scar from the mate bond dissolution gleaming faintly—a mark of her resilience.

There is no way he could get the note since she remember throwing that out of the balcony before he could get a hold of it . "Remember what your friend said ..hmm... Shifa i guess , 'Life is full of surprise and miracles' " He said giving 250 volt shock to Simran not only about how he got the note her brother gave to her . But also about how he held an eye on her privacy , he hacked into her life a far before...

Then, squaring her shoulders, she knocked twice on the door and stepped inside. The room beyond took her breath away. It was a library-at least, that was the closest description she could manage. Shelves of books stretched from floor to ceiling, their spines gilded and embossed with titles in unfamiliar scripts. A grand window at the far end let in a cascade of golden light, illuminating the space in a warm glow. The furniture was plush and elegant, every detail speaking of wealth and refinement. No, it wasn't a library. This was like a fucking mini museum.

I needed to save my marriage. I dial his number again, and he still ignores the call. I dial it again, but this time, it's unavailable. I sigh, as I slowly kneel in defeat. My hand hits something on the shelf and I turn back, as I hear a loud noise. The library had opened up in half, a secret passage. I gasp, as I'd never have imagined there would be a secret passage in the house. I enter inside, and it's even darker. I can't see, so I turn on the flashlight on my phone. I find the light switch and I turn it on.

"Miss you should go back to the car and—" "—You're here, what is there to fear?" She questioned the man with her, with a scoff. I reckoned he was her bodyguard of the sorts because he bowed his neck towards her. Anyway, it was quite clear that she owned the power here and I was going to use that to my advantage. "Ma'am I—" Before I could complete my statement, she was directly in front of me with the bottom of her heel pressing against a cut on my chest. A gasp escaped from my lips as blood started seeping out of the cut. I looked up at the woman who had a devilish smirk across her pretty face as she watched me wince in pain.

As Berry stared at the images, something strange began to happen. Flashes of memory, brief and disjointed, began to surface. Champagne bubbling in a glass. Music playing. People laughing and celebrating. A man's hands lifting her. Fear. Darkness. The images came faster and more intense. A ring on her finger catching the light. Someone said her name with terror and confusion. Berry gripped the edge of her desk as the memories crashed over her like waves. She could taste champagne on her tongue. She could hear music and laughter. She could feel silk fabric against her skin and the weight of jewelry around her neck.

“That’s right, Martin. I did it for Mom’s own good. “Don’t you think she’s been acting like a completely different person since she suddenly came back to life? “Situations like this usually mean she needs a man, or, like Rose, she’s just jealous of my good fortune, and so she’s deliberately targeting me. “If it really comes to it, we should just send Mom to a psychiatric hospital.” At that point, I could no longer endure it and violently overturned the coffee table. Everything on it clattered to the floor. Water spilled everywhere as all three of them sprang to their feet, faces filled with terror. I was just about to slap Penny across the face when she suddenly thrust out her stomach and sc

*** Author's note: Sorry for the late update, I was going through some difficulties and stopped the book, but now I'm back and it would go as normal. Thanks for the support.

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I