Live In Son In Law

My husband was sterile. Necrospermia, they said. His brother was in a coma and had no partner. Their mother wanted me to sleep with both of them and get knocked up with the family's heir. I refused and applied for a divorce. Ninety-nine times. Ninety-nine failures. Then, I put in the hundredth application. When that failed, I agreed to my mother-in-law's request, holding a pregnancy test result. My husband disagreed. That night, he stopped me before I could sleep with his brother. Harshly, he said, "My mother was just testing you. I can't believe you'd get pregnant with the illegitimate child." I was amused and annoyed. "You're the one who said yes, as long as I could get pregnant with your family's heir."

"You don't love me, right? Then why are you getting mad when I'm being cozy with your brother?" Sarah asked with a playful smirk, while she took a dangerous step towards the enraged Dominic. "You're engaged to my sister, not me! So stay the F*CK away!" Saying that, she turned around to leave when a hot and harrowing palm grabbed her neck and slammed his cold lips against hers as he furiously murmured, "I will KILL all of them who desire to have you." "You are mine, Sarah. Only Mine! Mine to fuck, Mine to play, and Mine to punish!"

Ella believed her marriage was happy—until the night of her son’s birthday. Her husband didn’t come home, staying with his brother’s wife all night. So Ella took her son and left the country. Only then did her husband begin begging for them to come back. It was too late, wasn’t it?

My pup Asher had been sick for six months. Every time I personally cared for him, he became even sicker. I finally believed the witch's prophecy: I was cursed. My very existence would harm my own pup. I went to the moon temple and prayed that the moon goddess would lift the curse and ensure my pup's safety. From then on, my Alpha mate Damon brought Asher up the mountain every day to see me. Hundreds of miles of mountain road. They made the trip over a thousand times. Our bond never faded with the distance. Until today. A group of rogues broke into the Sanctuary and pushed me down the stone steps. I called Damon all night. No one answered. Then I received an anonymous video. Damon knelt in front of a woman, kissing her swollen belly. Asher stood next to them, grinning ear to ear. "I'm gonna have a brother! Aunt Serena, your pregnancy must have been so tough. Me and Dad will be your knights forever." He turned to Damon, his young face bright with pride. "Dad, I faked being sick pretty well, right? Pretending to feel awful every day, tricking Mom into taking me to the Healer over and over. They never found anything wrong, and she really believed that curse stuff. Went up the mountain all on her own." "But what if Mom finds out? Won't she be mad?" Damon didn't seem worried. "Don't worry. I've got the whole mountain sealed off. She won't find out." Only then did I understand. Everything had been a lie, planned by my mate and my son. I turned around and knocked over the Hope Flame that I had lit for Asher without hesitation. This flame was lit at the cost of my wolf’s strength, offered to the Moon Goddess so that she might bless Asher with health. Through the flames, a familiar figure sprinted toward me.

Since I was a little girl, my mom had always taught me that I deserve all the good things in life. When I was still a student, my copycat roommate bought the same outfit that I had on purpose. She even asked me if she looked fat in it. I just shook my head. "I don't know. I, for one, have an amazing figure, so it definitely looks good on me." Once I start working, a male colleague decides to pursue me. So, I come up with an excuse on the spot and tell him that I already have a boyfriend. He looks at me with pain etched in his eyes. Then, he asks me if I'll take him into consideration after I break up with my boyfriend. I just sneer at him in return. "It seems that you don't love me enough. Otherwise, why aren't you offering to become my side piece?" Due to my principles, everyone keeps cursing me out and calling me an arrogant woman who has no sense of shame behind my back. But one day, when my blind date hears about my personality quirk, he decides to take me back to his home to visit his mother during the holidays. "My mom is the type who keeps demeaning herself for no reason. She keeps claiming that she's unworthy of anything in life. I swear, she's driving me mad! "If you can help my mom get rid of this habit, I'll give you whatever you want." This is definitely an interesting proposal. So, I accept it confidently with a pat on the chest. "Don't worry. Leave it to me."

Susan pensait qu'une nuit d'insouciance l'aiderait à oublier la douleur de la trahison. Au lieu de cela, elle s'est réveillée dans les bras d'un homme qui se sent bien trop dangereux pour être un simple inconnu. Doucement, arrogant et absolument enivrant, Richard Morrison n'est pas le genre d'homme qu'on quitte facilement. Mais Susan n'est pas libre. Son passé et son mariage la retiennent toujours captive. Plus elle tente de résister à Richard, plus elle est entraînée dans son monde de pouvoir, de secrets et de tentations. Un baiser a allumé le feu. Un secret peut tout réduire en cendres.

"You’re nothing but an asset Thersa. When will you learn? I made you and you belong to me only" Wham! Mr Diego Mondragon hand struck her cheek which forced her to stumble. Thersa thought she’d finally escaped Mondragon’s cruel grasp, but fate had other plans. After losing her child and seeking solace in Rafael’s arms, she dared to love again….only to be dragged back into Mondragon’s world of control and deception. Carrying Rafael’s child, she is forced to hide the truth, allowing Mondragon to believe the baby is his. But when the truth unravels, he refuses to let go…He turned their son against her and demanded she return to him as his wife if she truly loves his son.. "You’re not my mother. You can never be my mother!" he screamed and ran away with tears streaming down his face. Torn between a mother’s love and her passion for Rafael, Thersa betrays him to protect their son, shattering his heart. But Rafael isn't the type to give up. He will do anything to have her back…even if it means facing the devil himself. "I’m telling you, Mondragon….no matter what it takes, even if I have to destroy you…I will win her back. And I will take my son!" he vowed.

When Mia is abducted by Axel Morino—the heir to a brutal mafia dynasty—she’s thrust into a world of violence, luxury, and dangerous desire. Trapped between his soft touches and the cruelty of his darker side, Mia must play along to survive. But as feelings blur with manipulation, and secrets about Axel’s family curse unravel, she realises the most dangerous thing in his world… might be falling for him.Trust is a luxury. Love is a risk. And Mia is running out of choices. But Axel’s world is darker than she ever imagined, haunted by a curse that’s ruined generations before him, and stalked by the threat of his own father’s cruelty. Everyone in this game is dangerous. Everyone has secrets. And the closer Mia gets to Axel’s heart, the more she realises she might be the one secret that could destroy them both. Love was never supposed to be part of this. Survival was the only plan. Now? She’s not sure she wants to leave. If you're enjoying this book please let me know and leave a review! Head to my profile for my other book Bloodlines of Fire and Fate!

« Fais tes valises », lui dit-il à voix basse. « Tu ne seras pas en sécurité ici ce soir. » Elle crut d'abord à de la paranoïa, jusqu'à ce que les serrures soient forcées, ses comptes bloqués et les accusations rendues publiques. Florence Delavigne perd tout d'un coup : son mariage, sa réputation, sa vie stable. Et au milieu de ce chaos se dresse Gerard Clay… trop calme, trop compétent, trop déterminé à la sauver. Il ne dira pas pourquoi. Il ne dira pas de qui. Mais chaque fois que le danger approche, il est déjà là, la sauvant des flammes. Bientôt, Florence comprend que ce n'est pas un hasard. Elle n'est pas malchanceuse. Elle est traquée.

“You want soft?” Marco’s voice whispered against my ears. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but the way he leaned over me…one hand braced on the wall, made it impossible. “I’m not soft, Cassandra. I’m not the kind of man who lights candles and whispers pretty lies in bed.” He leaned in, our lips inches apart “Listen to me, dolcezza, I fuck. I dominate. I tie your hands, your legs and make you forget your own name.” I pressed my lips tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction that only his words was messing with my head, “You don’t scare me, Marco.” His hands wrapped around my throat..not to hurt. Just enough to remind me I was his to command. “No, but I do something worse.” His lips brushed my ear. “I make you beg.” I hated him. I hated the way my pussy ached for his touch. I hated my body for betraying me for wanting him. “Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me who you belong to.” “I don’t belong to anyone.” He shoved my legs apart roughly, plunging two mighty fingers inside me, “Then why is your pussy soaked, bella? Hmm? Tell me do you want my cock or my collar?” I swallowed hard, “Both.” Marco smiled. “Then be a good girl for daddy. Kneel!” **** SEQUEL TO FORCED TO BE THE BILLIONAIRE’S SURROGATE CASSANDRA’S STORY She was sold to the ruthless mafia don to bear an her for his cold, gay son. But she finds herself caught in a dangerous web of forbidden desire. But the real danger isn’t her supposed fiancee—it’s Don Marco, her ruthless father-in-law. It begins with whispered temptations and stolen glances, then escalates into late-night visits and nights of forbidden passion.