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My name is Kate, and I have a secret I want to tell you. I’m in love with my best friend’s grandfather. I know it’s fucked up. He was my dad’s friend. He basically watched me grow up. But I was, and I couldn’t help it. Every night when I go to bed, he’s all I think about. Every touch, every time I use my vibrator, he’s my motivation. I imagine him, his hands, his voice, his body over mine, and that makes me cum so hard my legs shake.

Some people were truly shameless. I looked at Adam and gave him a cold smile. "Leo is Emily's biological son. She gave birth to him. Are you her biological son too? You're the one who stole someone else's mother, aren't you? You stole Leo's mom." Adam's mouth turned into a frown, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Ignoring the fact that she was completely naked, Mom lunged forward. "Have you completely lost your mind? He's your father!" "No, he's not! He's just an outsider!" I screamed with everything I had. The fury in Mom's eyes quickly turned into pure disgust. "I swear I gave birth to a curse. All you do is ruin my life! "Do you know why I never loved your father? He was a boring guy who spent all his time and energy working! He deserved to work himself to death!"

Yayyyyyy, I love you mommy". She yelled running off to watch TV. "My babies, I said going over to hug Damien and Lisa kissing Dame on the cheeks and Lisa on her forehead". "Hey mom, how was work today? Dame asked taking my handbag and dropping it on the couch. "Oh boy, it was good it wasn't really hectic today. How was school today? I asked them. "awesome". "Great". "Nothing happened?". "Nope" They replied. Damien rolled his eyes taking Luca from my arms. " You just got home Mom, shower and we can start dinner. I'll help. I tried to protest but he shut me up

I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond. "I don't—" Before I could finish, Mom’s voice blasted through the phone. "Serena, if Tara hadn’t insisted that a family should stay whole, do you really think I’d want a troublemaker like you back? "You’ve always been so stubborn. If it weren’t for you, your brother…Look come by or not, I don’t care either way.” Then she hung up. I stared at the black screen, my hand tightening around my medical report. I suddenly felt grateful for my illness.

“You’ve been in Italy for longer than planned, no assistant, no guard, what are you doing, taking risks like this? Camila and your son are worried sick. Why didn’t you tell her where you were going? Why have you been ignoring her calls?” “Maybe because I’m not four, Mom,” he said, his tone flat. “I don’t need to tell you everything.” “Of course you do! I’m your mother, Alex!” she said, a mix of frustration and hurt in her voice. Alex chuckled bitterly. “Oh, is that how it works? Just because you gave birth to me, you think you own me?” “You’re unbelievable!” she shot back. “We’ve been getting along just fine. What happened?”

Me, my husband Dominic, and our daughter basking under the Bermuda sun, pretending—for a few days—that the world was soft and safe. When we returned, I suggested we stop by the Hale for dinner with Cassian. My son. The one I hadn’t seen in nearly a month. He was running the family’s casino now, carrying the weight of our name on his shoulders like he was born for it. Dominic begged off. Said he was tired, needed rest. So it was just me and Elara who made the detour. The Hale had never been my scene. Crowded. Flashy. Thick with money and danger. Even after marrying into a mafia family, I never quite grew used to the shadows it cast. But motherhood has a way of softening your fear. And I misse

"Boss, everything is fine. Mrs. Stone Sr. is reading at home." The man even sent a video of Teresa sitting calmly at her desk. I was stunned, wondering if she wasn't kidnapped at all. Billy sneered, kicking me in the abdomen. "You're vile. Still lying on your last breath?" Ignoring the tearing pain, I called Emily. "Is Mom back?" "She is," Emily replied. Relief hit me, but her following words shattered it.

“So, in the meantime, I’m the mistress. Someone you fuck, because my mother won’t anymore.” His eyes flash, the line between anger and pain razor-thin. He steps closer. “I have never fucked your mother,” he snarls, voice sharp enough to cut. “You expect me to believe that? You wanted another son, or a daughter, when you married her.” His jaw clenches, eyes wild. “That was mating, not fucking.” A sharp, bitter laugh rips from my throat. “So I should feel privileged that you fuck me. Like I’m a whore,” I snap, each word a challenge, daring him to deny it.

As I watched the grim expressions on my in-laws' faces and Louis' evasive gaze, I suddenly realized I'd truly had enough of Mom. … For some reason, Mom always found it entertaining to spread rumors about me and belittle me in front of others. When I was a child, she'd accused me of stealing. Then, later on, at my college graduation, she fabricated stories of me having an affair with one of my professors on the spot. I barely had any friends growing up. Everyone avoided me like the plague. Every time I caught Mom in one of her lies, she would show no remorse. She claimed she was only joking, and that she didn't know everyone else would take what she said so seriously.