Kisah Selingkuh นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She wanted me to meet her in the basement parking lot, saying she'd make sure I was ruined, even thrown behind bars, if I didn't show up. I guess it was only a matter of time. I went, just like she said. She showed up in that massive BMW of hers and took me to the most expensive seafood restaurant in the city. She kept calling me "Darling" while ordering enough rare delicacies to feed a village. "Eat up," she said, smiling slyly. "You'll need your strength tonight." I was speechless. She made it clear—if she was going to cheat, she'd do it thoroughly. She was determined to make Colin a cuck tonight, and it wasn't just going to happen once. She wanted to go several rounds. She even said she p

I had seen almost every piece of them at home. Long after, she sent a photo of a green, half-undressed lingerie set, asking sweetly, [Mia, my green lingerie is missing. Have you seen it?] The green lingerie was covering Alex's head as he slept soundly. I was filled with rage and woke him up. He explained impatiently, as he was still half-asleep, "Susan was kidnapped today. She came over to take a shower after I rescued her. Can you stop overreacting?" Alex was devoted to his client but cold and indifferent to me, his wife of seven years.

“You didn’t do anything? I saw you and that bitch of a consort, on your knees for a cock like common sluts.” She whimpered, shaking her head. “No, no… Fenny, her lady was fucking and I got carried away." "And the emissary?" Lina blushed. "I only sucked him, I didn’t... fuck anyone." He raised a brow. “Like I would believe that," he said coldly, “You're going to tell me every filthy, depraved thing you’ve done with her, how long it has been happening and what not. I’ll write it down. And when the king returns, he’ll know exactly what his consort and her little maid have been doing!.”

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It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

The kind that warns you something terrible is coming. Albert reached for a folder lying on the table beside him. Slowly, carefully, almost reluctantly. Then he placed it in front of me. My gaze dropped to it. The folder was thick, packed with documents, evidence, secrets, and answers. Whatever was inside had the power to change everything. I looked back at Albert. My voice shook. "What's in there?" His expression hardened. And when he answered, his words sent terror racing through me. "The reason your family has been living a lie for seven years."

‎I was chasing a release, a violent, desperate one at that. ‎"Mhmm... Fuck," I moaned, as I kept plunging the little powered device into my desperate pussy, while imagining it was my sister's husband's hard cock. ‎I have been lusting over my sister's husband, Tyson since he got married to my immediate elder sister five years ago. I know it's wrong, but the man is so well built and all I've been thinking about since they got married is me choking on his erect cock. ‎To get those dirty thoughts out of my head, I had been avoiding my sister and her home. I rarely went to her house and only went there when it was important to avoid running into her hot, muscular husband and fantasizing about sex

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

Now, he was just a man in a suit too expensive for grief, staring at a city too fast to notice that he’d come undone. Each time he’d written a variation of the truth: about Alexei, about the job offer, about Moscow, about Irina’s manipulation. About how he’d seen her before they ever met. He had fallen in love before he knew he was capable of continuing the execution of his vengeance. His finger hovered above the “send” button now. It shook. But he didn’t press it. A coward’s tactic. Not yet. Because truth wasn’t enough anymore. It had to come with repentance.

I’m his wife, after all. “When I agreed to marry you two years ago, there was someone else. She told me she was willing to stay as my mistress. She’d rather be my secret than let me go, even if it hurt her,” he began, his voice low and heavy. “We were together for years, and no one knew. She never wanted our relationship to be public. And I’m not talking about Selene, Claire. This was someone else. I really loved her. But I couldn’t stop myself from giving in to temptation. I don’t know why, but I just couldn’t say no to other women—even when I loved someone.” He swallowed hard. “Then Selene Arnaiz came into the picture.”