Full House Bi Rain

*TWIN TORMENTORS BOOK 2* After suffering and being tortured both mentally and physically by her obsessed childhood friends who turned out to be the mafia lords, Leigh-Ari Montreal finds her dragged deeper into the underworld rivalry with none but the twins’ longtime foe, who is much more retarded and ruthless than the twins combined. Living a new fabricated life with a new identity provided by her captor, she is bound to do whatever he demands, and that the fate of everyone from her ‘other life’ depends all on her action.

As a man, you never expected that the love of your life would be a man. Together you overcome your fears and take a boat trip. But then things go horribly wrong. What is destiny, and can you change it through time travel?

I'm notoriously known for being a vile heiress in this city's elite circle. I do whatever I want just because my family is rich and powerful. If I don't like someone, I won't hesitate to slap them on the spot. If any family dares to offend me, I'll have my family terminate all contracts with that family's business. Everyone is terrified whenever they bring me up. But everything changes when my dad brings Gwen Herman, the low-income student he's been sponsoring, home with him. Suddenly, I can hear her inner thoughts. Gwen tells me that this world is actually a novel with a plot where everyone adores and dotes on the main character. Apparently, Gwen is the kind-hearted female lead loved by everyone, whereas I'm the evil side character who's destined to be humiliated at every turn. What a coincidence. I already found out about this fact ten years ago. I watch as Gwen cowers at the side delicately like some wounded angel who looks eerily similar to my dad. Meanwhile, my dad is awfully protective of her and goes as far as to be extremely mean to me to my face. That's when I begin chortling loudly. "Just because I call you 'Dad' doesn't mean you're really my father, my dear stepdad."

For the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time, the system in my mind warned me. [Warning! The lovesick part of your brain is highly active! If you refuse to leave John Miller, you’ll die an hour later!] I looked at my husband. He was scolding me for the sake of his secretary, who was his first love. I once burned down all of my award-winning drawings just because he disliked them. I calmly gave the system in my brain an order. “Since the cause of the malfunction is the lovesick portion of my brain, I hereby grant you the highest authority to remove it. Do the surgery now!” An hour later, John stopped me at the door of the ward. His eyes were bloodshot. “Grace Stone, what are you trying to pull?” I raised my head and watched him coldly and calmly. “Mister, you blocked the light. Based on an analysis, this constitutes an illegal detention. Do you need my help calling the cops?”

There is some marriage that is not faithful. And there is some love that isn't yours. Pinilit ni Shane na takasan at takbuhan nalang ang mga madidilim na parte ng nakaraan at hayaan na lamang iyon na mabaon sa limot. But, Gregory Lopez isn't the person she can't get rid of easily. At alam niya iyon. He is too dangerous and cruel. He is determined to get her back at manatili sa tabi nito. Ngunit ang takot sa mga kasinungalingan at mga lihim na hindi nito kayang ipagtapat sa kanya ay unti-unting nag iiwan ng malaking pader para protektahan ang sarili dito. But for the sake of their marriage. Is Mrs. Shane Lopez can afford to live with her husband— for a second time?

Seeing him lick my juice off his hands turned me on so bad I wished I was the one he ate with so much passion. “Tell me Princess, what next did I do?” His voice sounded way too calm for someone who just raised my heart rate. I looked at him—his blue eyes staring into my soul, my juice made his lips shine. “You ate me out,” I cooed. He looked at me with a dark smile. “I have been hungry, maybe it’s time to eat then.” He planted a kiss on her lips and I could taste myself—I loved how I tasted good. He broke the kiss then took the other free tit into his mouth and sucked like his life depended on it. His mouth found me, hot and eager, licking my pussy with a hungry groan that made me shake. His tongue moved slowly at first, tasting me, circling my clit until I was trembling. He sucked gently, then harder. ********** When love turns toxic, desperation takes over. Imogen's marriage to wealthy Perry was supposed to be a fairytale, but behind the glamour, she's suffocating. Caught in a web of lies and infidelity, Imogen's last hope is a romantic trip to Rome. But when she catches Perry cheating, her world crashes down. Enter Silas Moretti - mysterious, charming, and passionate. As Imogen's secret affair with Silas ignites, she finds herself trapped between two worlds: one of luxury and lies, the other of forbidden desire and danger. When murder entwines their lives, Perry becomes the prime suspect. Imogen's dark secrets surface, and Silas promises to help. But as their romance intensifies, Imogen realizes she may have traded one cage for another. Will she escape the deadly trap of her own making, or will her quest for revenge consume her?

« Tu as ce genre de beauté, pas vrai ? Celle qui rend les hommes fous. Cette pièce était pleine de filles nues, mais toi, dès que tu es entrée, ils ont tous perdu la tête. Ils te voulaient. » Ses doigts ont glissé le long de ma mâchoire avant d'attraper mon menton pour le relever. « Ce qu'ils ignorent, c'est que tu es déjà à moi. » J'ai dégluti avec difficulté et retenu mon souffle. Il s'est installé dans un fauteuil, a déboutonné sa veste et s'est adossé nonchalamment. Les jambes écartées, il avait l'allure d'un roi sur son trône. « À partir de maintenant, Ariella Costa, tu es mon jouet », sa voix s'est faite plus basse, plus dangereuse, « je fais ce que je veux de toi. Ton corps, ton esprit et ton âme m'appartiennent. » Un sourire a étiré ses lèvres. Ses yeux ne quittaient pas les miens : « Tu es à moi ! »

My mom decides to implement an income-based rationing system. Everything at home is delegated to everyone based on their income. At a holiday dinner, I decide to grab myself an extra helping of pasta. As soon as I fill up my plate, my mom snatches it from my hands. "Hold on. Just look at the spread on the table. The sea bass is already worth 180 dollars. The scallops are worth 200, whereas the lobster goes for 300 dollars. "You only earn 3,000 dollars per month. If you want a second serving, you must pay up first. I'll charge you based on the family rate. It'll be three dollars, thank you very much." My mom sticks out three fingers while smiling at me.

The Don of the Vito family, Damiano Vito, has broken his wedding vows by cheating on me with the daughter of the rival mafia family, Bianca Sorace, while I'm still pregnant with his heir. He ends up executing Bianca with his own hands in order to reassure me as well as provide my family, the Cappas, with a satisfactory answer. My parents advise me, "Now that Damiano has returned to your side, you mustn't kick up a fuss for the sake of both families' interests." But since then, I've developed an obsession over cleanliness. Any form of physical contact is capable of making me dry-heave out of discomfort. Since I can't take any medication at all, I can only spend my days venting my stress by demanding that everything be disinfected before touching me. Damiano, who's known for having a violent temperament, is willing to keep disinfecting himself repeatedly for my sake. If he needs to make physical contact with me, he'll wear gloves. Whenever he enters my room, he has to change into a biohazard suit. No matter how hot and stuffy it gets under the suit, he doesn't utter a word of complaint. "It's fine. I was the one who broke the wedding vows first, anyway." Finally, the moment I command Damiano to wash his hands yet again, he loses control of himself before me. He even goes so far as to shatter the ashtray right before my eyes. "That's enough! All I did was make the mistake every man is capable of making! Must you humiliate me to this degree? How does that make me a filthy man?" Damiano deliberately allows his subordinates, who are drenched in blood, to throw a party in the estate, thinking that it serves as a punishment for my obsession over cleanliness. He intends to force me to yield to him by threatening the baby in my belly. Thanks to the nonstop aggravation, I feel intense pain flaring from my abdomen. Soon, blood keeps oozing down my inner thighs beneath my skirt. But at the same time, I feel a sense of relief that I've never felt before. "Let's get a divorce, Damiano."

Une fois tombée enceinte, on m'a saluée comme la femme la plus précieuse du monde souterrain. Mon mari, le nouveau Parrain de la famille Jenkins, a fermé toute la zone de service d'un hôpital privé pour mes examens, tandis que mon père, le Parrain Collins, a convoqué tous les chefs étoilés Michelin de New York dans le manoir, juste pour que je puisse choisir ce que je voulais. Le bébé que je portais était destiné à être l'unique héritier des deux familles mafieuses les plus puissantes. Mais le jour où nous devions signer les papiers garantissant l'héritage de mon enfant, ils sont tous les deux disparus. « Une affaire familiale urgente est survenue », a dit mon mari, Vincent, en m'embrassant le front. « Nous pourrons finaliser l'héritage de l'enfant à notre retour. » Peu de temps après leur départ, j'ai reçu le lien anonyme vers un live. La voix de mon père est sortie de la vidéo, plus froide que je ne l'avais jamais entendue. « Vous dites que votre contrat de mariage avec Evangeline n'a jamais été valable. Cela ne fait-il pas l'enfant illégitime ? » Vincent, allongé dans une boîte, a soufflé un anneau de fumée. Bercée dans ses bras se trouvait ma demi-sœur, Sarah. « Evangeline a toujours eu tout l'amour et l'affection. Son enfant ne manquera de rien. » « Sarah a été moquée de son statut pendant des années. Je dois arranger les choses pour elle, donner à notre enfant un nom légitime. » À cet instant, mon cœur s'est serré, et j'ai à peine pu respirer. Puis mon téléphone a sonné à nouveau. C'était un texto : « Bienvenue dans la famille Gallo, ma reine. » « Adressez simplement votre parole, et l'enfant que vous portez portera le nom de Gallo et deviendra l'héritier le plus puissant du monde souterrain américain. »