Gina Apostol นิยาย & เรื่องราว

After Uncle Frank and Aunt Gina died, my older cousin, Izzy Kramer, moved in with my family. To make up for the fact that she has lost her parents, everything she has is hers and hers alone. I'm not allowed to even think about touching them. Summer comes along, and my parents get Izzy a brand new bathtub. I happen to glance at it for just a second longer, and Izzy immediately breaks into tears. "If you want all of these things, Melanie, go ahead and take them! I just want my parents back!" Mom and Dad are furious, and Mom storms over to slap me. "Why are you acting like such a spoiled child? What, have you never seen a bathtub before? Why do you keep staring at Izzy's bathtub, huh?" My cheek stings. Ever since then, I've grown too scared to even look at any of Izzy's things. One day, Izzy invites me to have a soak in her bathtub. Thrilled, I carefully step into the water, but it's not as warm as I expected. In fact, the icy water instinctively gives me the urge to draw backward, but Izzy gives me a hard shove from behind. She swiftly locks the bathroom door shut after. "Since you like eyeing other people's things so much, you jealous brat, I'll make sure you have a nice long soak in the tub this time!" Having lost my footing when she shoved me, I bash my head against the side of the bathtub. I feel something warm trickling down my forehead, but that sensation is quickly replaced by the icy water that surrounds me. I don't know how much time passed, but eventually, I find myself hovering in the air. I hear Izzy's voice coming from the other side of the door. She complains to my parents, "Uncle James! Aunt Louise! Melanie snuck into the bathroom to use my bathtub!"

Niccolo Rossi, my five-year-old son, accidentally wanders into the location where an underground firearms transaction between mafia forces is being conducted. He ends up dying from the gunfire there. Upon receiving the bad news, I collapse immediately. When I wake up, my husband, Luca Rossi, wears a guilty look. He takes my hand and comforts me, "Elena, Niccolo's death is a misunderstanding. Everyone thought he was a spy belonging to the enemy forces, so they started a crossfire with each other." In the middle of the night, I overhear his conversation with his assistant, Marco Giordano. "Don Rossi, Niccolo was still alive, but why did you order for the medics to stop treating him?" Marco sounds very confused. "Niccolo's injuries are far too grave. He'll just end up being a burden to us even if he survives," Luca says sorrowfully. "Besides, I've already promised Gina that the next heir of the Rossi family can only be our illegitimate son, Lorenzo. Now's the best time to arrange for the swap. No one will ever suspect a thing." "But… what should we do about Mrs. Rossi?" Marco sounds worried. "I'll deal with her." Luca's voice becomes calm. "I'll bring Lorenzo over and claim that he's an orphan from the orphanage. Since Elena has just lost Niccolo, she'll definitely raise Lorenzo as her own son. It's a win-win situation for us." As I lie on the hospital bed, I can only cover my mouth in agony to stop myself from sobbing out loud. Niccolo's death wasn't an accident at all. He was still alive, and yet Luca allowed him to die for the sake of his own bastard son! I dig out the high-explosive ammunition core data that my father has given to me prior to his death, which was once the most sought after item in the entire mafia underworld of the east coast. Then, I dial the hotline belonging to the Gambino family, which is the biggest mafia family in Novaro. "I can give you the core data under one condition—I want the Rossi family to disappear from the face of Earth in three days."

️AVISO: CONTEÚDO EXTREMAMENTE EXPLÍCITO️ Esta coleção vai encharcar sua calcinha, endurecer seu pau, e te deixar sem fôlego. TONS DE MOLHAGEM Entre em um mundo onde o desejo proibido é mais intenso. Um filho enlutado volta para casa e reivindica seu jovem madrasta sedutora na mesa de seu pai enquanto os advogados esperam lá embaixo. Um professor respeitado dobra seu aluno favorito sua cama conjugal e a enche de porra enquanto sua esposa está fora. Um bilionário flagra sua esposa cavalgando o seu melhor pau da amiga... então se junta a eles, transformando-a em seu brinquedo compartilhado e pingando. Um padrasto poderoso finalmente tira e fode seu provocando a enteada de 19 anos enquanto a mãe dorme a próxima sala. Uma estrela do rock bate em seu jovem cantor de apoio o ônibus de turismo como o resto do festas de banda a poucos metros de distância. Desde rapidinhas arriscadas no escritório e exames médicos perigosos, para meio-irmãos alimentados pelo ódio transando, casos secretos de MILF, e encontros públicos brutos que poderiam destruir tudo, essas histórias não param. Conversa suja e suja. Pingando cremes. Calcinha deixada de lado. Gemidos mal abafados. Risco que faz você vibrar. Nenhum romance gentil. Apenas pecado puro, desagradável e viciante. Abra o livro… se tiver coragem. Mas esteja avisado, uma vez que você começar, você não pare até que todos os buracos sejam preenchidos e cada a página está encharcada. Shades of Wetnes: Onde está a linha entre o errado e irresistível desaparece completamente.

Mi amigo de la infancia me había prometido que, al graduarnos de la universidad, se casaría conmigo. Pero el día de nuestra boda llegó tarde y, cuando por fin lo encontramos, estaba en una cama de hotel, enredado con mi hermanastra, Viviana Torres. Ante todos los presentes, fue el heredero del hombre más rico del país, Sebastián Fuentes, quien dio un paso al frente y declaró, sin reservas, que yo había sido la mujer que amó en secreto durante muchos años. Llevábamos cinco años de matrimonio. Cada palabra que alguna vez dije, Sebastián la guardó en su corazón. Yo creía, de verdad, que era la persona que él más valoraba en el mundo. Hasta que un día, mientras hacía los quehaceres de la casa, encontré por accidente un documento confidencial oculto en el fondo de su escritorio. La primera página era el currículum de Viviana Torres. Sobre él, escrito de su puño y letra, se leía: “Atención prioritaria. Por encima de todo.” Luego venía un expediente médico que nunca había visto. La fecha correspondía exactamente a la noche en que sufrí aquel accidente automovilístico. Esa vez fui llevada al hospital perteneciente al Grupo Fuentes, pero la cirugía nunca llegaba. Cuando desperté, el bebé que llevaba en mi vientre ya no estaba conmigo, perdido por la hemorragia. Lloré hasta quedarme sin voz en los brazos de Sebastián, pero jamás le conté la verdad. No quería causarle más preocupación. Pero ahora lo sé: esa misma noche Viviana también resultó herida, y la orden que Sebastián envió al hospital fue: “Movilicen a todos los especialistas. Prioridad absoluta para Viviana Torres.” Las lágrimas se filtraron entre las páginas, borrando parte de la tinta. “Si no soy tu máxima prioridad, entonces desapareceré de tu mundo.”

My mom, Gina Lowry, uses the six million dollars from selling our family hotel to buy my cousin, Harry Sullivan, a villa. The next day, my fiancé of five years, Charles Gomez, dumps me. "Vivian, this is the end for us," Charles says, sitting in the café of a five-star hotel. His tone is so matter-of-fact that it sounds as if he's merely discussing a business deal. The engagement ring in my hand suddenly feels burning hot. I ask, "Why? Our wedding is next month." He stirs his coffee casually and replies, "Your family is known for favoring sons above all else. I looked into it. Your parents sold off the family business and gave all the assets to your cousin, Harry." A chill runs through my whole body as I argue, "That was my parents' decision. It has nothing to do with me!" "Does it really have nothing to do with you?" Charles looks up, his gaze sharp. "You're a daughter of the Sullivan family. In the future, you'll have to keep supporting your useless cousin endlessly. My family won't have any part in such an unreasonable practice. It's simply too embarrassing." In a trembling voice, I plead, "Charles, we've been together for five years. Is what we have less than these worldly considerations?" He lets out a light scoff. "What we have? Vivian, you're 28. How are you still this naive? In our circle, marriage is never just about two people." He stands up and adjusts the cuff of his custom suit. "I hope you find someone more suitable for you." I watch his resolute back as he walks away. Biting my lip hard, I refuse to let the tears fall. My phone chimes as a message from my mom comes in. In the photo, Harry is standing in front of a luxury villa with his arm around the influencer girlfriend he's been dating for three months. He is smiling smugly, like he's at the top of the world. Mom sounds overjoyed in her voice message. "Vivian, look how grand Harry's new home is! Now, he won't have to worry about his marital home when he gets married!" I stare at the photo and laugh through my tears. The moment I leave the family group chat and block all my relatives, my fingertips feel ice-cold. I sneer inwardly, "Since a daughter can never compare to a son in your hearts, then from now on, that precious nephew of yours will be your only family. When he drives you out of the villa bought with your entire savings, I wonder if you'll remember the daughter you abandoned today."