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He could see a weird cold gleam that wasn’t short of being called maniacal Suddenly he was scared as he saw her grab the top of her neck line and rip it apart “I’ll do it for you Mr. Kapoor, It is better that I strip myself of the tiniest bit of dignity that I have left with my own hands than let any man do it.. After all you left no stone unturned in making sure that I am left with nothing but shame! Shame and guilt! So let me make this easier for you,” *Ripp*

Going outside my comfort zone is when I wear red lipstick before five PM. That comfort zone of mine? It’s smashed to smithereens on a wild night in Las Vegas when I met—and married—Liam Gallagher. One click He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not now! Not ready for Petal Plucker to end? Sign up for an exclusive bonus chapter! Read a chapter in Jacob’s perspective after he and Dani kiss for the first time…

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “I concur, sir,” said Laurent. I shoved the phone toward him, stalking away. When a servant tried to approach, he saw my expression and promptly backed away. I wished I’d strangled Connor Gallagher when I’d had the chance. Why had I been so stupid as to think he would give up? That he’d have some change of heart and realize what an utter piece of shit he was? I’d been a fool, and my wife would pay the price for it. When Niamh reappeared, though, she was all smiles when she saw me. She must not know yet. When she saw my expression, she shot me a confused look.

"This is the true mirror of the rich kids. They have no manners to talk to the elders. They think of themselves as high for their money. They are really shameless. They think they can buy everything with money" "Yes, you are right. And that man with a bad girl is also a bad person. He cheated on his fiance with his own sister-in-law. He has no shame. I feel sorry for the poor girl he cheated on." Everyone started gossiping again. Liam's face turned red with anger and embarrassment. He walked past Lilly and pulled her back and stood in front of the manager saying, "Please bring the machine. I will pay by card." Lilly yelled back at Liam, "Are you crazy? Why would we pay for this? The sales gi

In the past, words like these would have cut Layla deep. Xena thought so too. But reality didn’t go as she expected. Layla simply sneered, not even bothering to reply. She got up, ready to leave. “I slept with Sean!” Xena blurted it out, her voice shrill with excitement. When she saw Layla pause for a split second, she got bolder. “In your wedding bed, no less! The mattress you picked out was really comfortable.” Finally, she had managed to disgust Layla. Layla turned back to look at her and asked, completely calm, “Since when was shamelessness something to be proud of?

When Bella came back to the living room, she was immediately cornered and thrown to the coach, you better speak up before we force you to, Sharon spoke up but this time the seriousness in her voice made Bella shudder, she knew she was already found out and she would never dodge the question anymore, so she decided to finally speak up after she had begged for them to let her free, which they did with a condition, that she had to speak up truthfully because if she were to lie to them then it would much more worse to her. Speak up! Sharon commanded after Bella finally sat up, after all among them she was the most who was so scary when she's either eager about something, angry or at times hungry

A cheater, a gold digger, a shameless whore. A wave of disgust swept over me, witnessing her shameless display. Each exposed inch seemed to amplify the betrayal, a stark reminder of her disregard for any semblance of decency. She wasn't just tarnishing herself; she was sullying the very essence of trust and commitment. Anger boiled within me, fueled by the blatant disrespect of love, only after money, and acting shamelessly. A total disgrace. I couldn't stand her, playing games for her own benefit, using people like that. Just downright awful.

He groaned loudly, rolling over slowly as fragmented memories from last night slammed into him like punches. Raphael’s tongue on his ear. That humiliating jerk of his hips. The almost-kiss. The way he’d shoved Raphael and called him a faggot. “Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck,” Liam whispered, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. He cracked one eye open and peeked toward the other bed. Raphael was still fast asleep, lying on his back with one muscular arm thrown over his face, chest rising and falling steadily. The sight of him made Liam’s stomach twist. Shame. Red hot shame drowned him. He'd literally rode this dude's thigh like a white last night!

That is the only reason my claws hadn't shoved her away immediately. Noticing my beast's sudden distress, Gage Slater breaks free from Kairo Vale’s steel grip and circles back onto the path. “Gali, that was… Do your trackers actually know her?” he inquires, a loud note of surprise in his voice. I glance down at the crumpled paper cash in my palm—two crisp hundred-silver bills and a fifty-silver piece—and my face turns into a hard scowl. Without saying a single word to his face, I shove the cheap silver at Kairo Vale and stalk off toward the heavy doors of the VIP warrior lounge, completely ignoring Gage’s annoying question.

And it was an easy choice, wasn’t it? Death or degradation. So I reached for the buckle of my pants, fingers trembling, and undid it. The waistband slid down. My legs were bare. My dignity slipped further away with every second. “Good girl,” Jake grinned. “You two—hands on her thighs. Let’s make it convincing.” Their touch made bile rise in my throat, but they didn’t go further. Just posed, positioned like props on a stage Lila had built from my shame. Then came the line I feared most.