Novel & Cerita I Hate My Sisters Husband

I was betrayed by the man I loved. On the same night my fiancé destroyed me, revealing he had been using me for years while married to someone else, I made the worst mistake of my life. I slept with Caspian Fender. My cruel, arrogant, infuriating billionaire boss. The man who has spent five years tearing me down, criticizing my clothes, my hair, my entire existence. One drunken, hate-filled night. One moment of weakness. And now… I’m carrying his baby. He doesn’t remember a single second of it. To him, I’m still the worthless secretary he can’t stand. But I can’t run. I can’t tell him. And worst of all, because of my weak heart, this pregnancy might kill me. Trapped

“Raise your butt.” Moisture pools from my clit at his request. He plunges his finger into my wet folds. I moan loudly, gripping the sheets as he stretches me. He parts my legs and thrusts his cock inside me. My mouth hangs open as he stretches me to my limit. “So fucking tight,” his raspy voice purrs. My head spins, as I let out a scream of pleasure. He pulls out and thrusts back inside, the size threatening to tear me apart. My pussy feels filled, and I sink my fingers into the mattress as he fucks me relentlessly, claiming every inch of my body. *** "You’ll never have my love!" Alpha Aiden Draven growls, his eyes burning with hatred. But every time Vera Vale tries to walk away, he

After I get detained in the police station, my husband, Gavin Pratt, specifically comes over to bail me out. But I grip a policeman's arm without letting go. "I'm the one who did it! Hurry up and arrest me!" In my previous life, I was surrounded by the family members of a car crash victim. A bar owner and a saleswoman who sold cosmetics were there as well. They claimed that I had gone into a drunken frenzy and stole perfume from the store. On top of that, I even ran a red light and hit someone with my car. I kept explaining the truth to everyone, yet no one believed me. Instead, they all had me surrounded and beat me up till I died. When I wake up again, I've returned to the day I'm de

Aiden, the perfect golden boy from a powerful, conservative family, lives a life ruled by expectations. When his longtime crush and roommate Peter leaves him to live with his boyfriend, Aiden’s carefully built world starts to crack. A drunken night leads to a mysterious hookup with a stranger named Ryder — someone wild, confident, and everything Aiden’s family despises. When Ryder turns out to be Aiden’s new roommate — and the son of his father’s corporate rival — their lives collide. What starts as mutual hatred turns into a complicated partnership filled with fights, attraction, and family secrets that neither of them are prepared for. But when the truth about Ryder’s past and Ai

On our anniversary, my husband, James Marshall, purchased a painting as a gift for me with my secondary credit card. When I got home, I went to my study to retrieve an urgent court document. The door was slightly ajar. Inside, I could hear the flirtatious voice of my assistant, Julie Summers, mingled with my husband’s low murmurs. “James, your wife is just a money-printing machine. What does she know about art? She could never appreciate you like I do.” James sighed. Then, in an indulgent tone, he said, “Claire is too perfect—so perfect it’s suffocating. Not like you, full of life and warmth.” Just then, my mother-in-law, Susan Marshall, called James. He put her on speakerphone. “Jame

I woke up naked beside a man I hadn’t seen in eight years. Before noon, the scandal was everywhere. By noon, I’d lost my position as CEO, my name, and my marriage. But the worst betrayal wasn’t the headlines. It wasn’t walking in on my husband and my best friend planning my downfall and mocking me. It was finding out the man I loved, my sweetheart of five years, made me a surrogate without my knowledge. The twins I'd been carrying for seven months weren't mine. But it failed to break me. It only made me stronger. After all, I wasn't just a mother—I was a CEO.

I'm at a job interview at a major company. One of the interviewers is my father, Edgar Booker, whom I haven't seen in ten years. He wears a sharp suit and carries himself with an imposing presence. When he sweeps his indifferent gaze over me, he pauses for a rare moment. After the interview ends, the HR manager, Jesse Dorsey, pulls me aside. "You're Mr. Booker's son, right? He says you can start next week." I smile faintly and slowly tear up the offer letter. "No, thanks. I don't want to work with a murderer."

The ninth time I walked in on Andy Lowe in bed with another woman. I didn’t lose control, and I didn’t question him. I casually tossed a piece of clothing at the girl and said calmly, “Leave through the back garden door.” She froze for a moment, glanced at me nervously, then grabbed the clothes and fled. Andy leaned back against the headboard, looking relaxed, and slowly lit a cigarette. “It’s her first time here,” he said as if it were only natural. “Don’t scare her.” “She’s very innocent, unlike you. I don’t want her getting hurt.” He paused, then added, “It’s her birthday today. I won’t be coming back tonight.” I nodded and said nothing more. As I turned around, I smiled. He seemed not to

Imagine finding out your current lover is your deceased fiancee's murderer, what would you do? Continue the relationship? Or bring him to justice?

My younger sister, Mindy Sampson, has a rare blood condition. She needs regular blood transfusions and a bone marrow transplant. My husband, Ian Huffman, and I are matches. My mother says we should draw lots. Whoever draws the short stick will become Mindy's blood donor. In the next five years, I am always the one who draws the short stick. Because of constant blood draws and bone marrow extractions, my body breaks down. Before I die, I stumble upon Ian holding Mindy and saying, "Cindy is so stupid. There are only short sticks in the container. Every time, we let her draw first. How could she ever get a long one? "She is going to die without ever knowing you are not sick at all. Once s