Melissa Milo Novels & Stories

Melissa Jones, the so-called 'fake' heiress, lost her memory trying to save me. Her memory was stuck at the time she was 18, back when our lives had not yet been set right. Everyone told me to be the bigger person. In the new family portrait, I was the only one missing. My biological mother tried to comfort me, "Shirley, be reasonable. It's just a photo. We will make it up to you later." I applied for the vice president position year after year, only to be rejected five times in a row. Then, when Melissa said she wanted to learn the business, my brother, Maverick Jones, approved it immediately. Afterward, he turned to me and said, "You should give way to Melissa. You're the reason she lost her memory. I'm helping you make up for it." When I went into labor and needed my husband, Charles Smith, to sign the consent for a C-section, he was one floor above me, accompanying Melissa to a follow-up appointment. I called him seven times. He declined every call. In the end, my seven-month-old baby suffocated. Even in a wheelchair, I went to demand an explanation. However, outside the hospital room, I heard Melissa crying. "Back then, you all agreed I should pretend to have amnesia. I'll never randomly decline calls for Charles again. I just want to stay by your side for three more months." There was a moment of silence. Then, Charles and the others agreed. At that moment, I was not angry. I just felt something inside me turn completely empty. I turned around and accepted my adoptive parents' request to return to Nebula City. This time, I would give these people what they wanted.

WARNING: Extremely Mature Content Ahead. It was supposed to be a one time thing, Melissa never planned to be passed around from one man's bed to another to help her husband's career. She did it for love, what she never expected was to be humiliated and tossed away for it. Five years later, she returns to New York, a wealthy heiress with a plan to destroy her cheating ex husband. But fate throws a wrench in her plans with the appearance of Logan Fitzgerald, a man who would do anything to have her. Can the heiress' icy heart be thawed? Or will she destroy her chances at a second love in the course of her revenge? This story contains explicit sex scenes! Note: After Melissa’s story, the next 20 chapters are a collection of erotica stories, EXTREMELY EROTICA!! Not advised for readers under 18! ENJOY!!!

After they pulled me out of the surf, my fiancé, Milo Schneider, looked wrecked—eyes red, breathing all over the place. On impulse, I decided to mess with him. "I think I lost my memory. Where am I?" I kept my face blank. He froze for a second, then shoved his brother, Sean Schneider, toward me. "Sean, take your fiancée to the hospital—now." Yeah. That smile on my face? Gone. Sean pulled me into his arms. "Abigail, I'm your fiancé. Did you forget?"

Five years ago, Melissa confessed her feelings to Jayden Roberts—and he crushed her heart without hesitation. Now he’s her boss. Ruthless. Magnetic. The man everyone fears… except her. When fate ties her to his side as his secretary, their past ignites into something more dangerous than she imagined. But falling for him isn’t her only problem—his charming younger brother awakens feelings she can’t ignore. With a jealous ex, a scheming sister, and family secrets that could destroy them all, Melissa must choose between forbidden love and the truth that could shatter her world. Will she follow her heart… or lose it all?

My husband’s company went bankrupt, and his creditors quickly came over to threaten him. Then, of course, they asked me for the money. Milo Cardilo, my husband, was worried that they would hurt me, so he shielded me and said while crying, “Stella, the company owes ten million dollars. Let’s fake a divorce and split our assets. That way, I won’t drag you down with my debts. Trust me, honey. Once this is settled, we can get married again.” His sincerity and selflessness touched me. When the creditors came to drag him out of his company to beat him up again, I stepped forward. “I’m Stella York, and my father is the Don of the Rosa Family. Let my husband go, and I’ll give you the money.” But when I went downstairs to call my estranged father, I heard my husband talk to his creditors. “Don’t believe her. How could she possibly be the Principessa of the Rosa Family? She must be bluffing to stall for time. Make your act more convincing. Puncture all the fake blood bags I have on me! Once she signs the agreement to walk away with nothing, I’ll pay you ten times the acting fee!” My heart went cold. So, when it was time to sign the divorce agreement, I agreed without hesitation. Milo sighed in relief, but what he did not know was that he was going to pay the price for his deceit.

"I am not foolish. I AM NOT FUCKING FOOLISH!" He yelled, picking her up by her hand. "Get out of my house. I no longer love you. I have found a replacement for you and we will get married as soon as possible" He tossed her outside the house. "Antonio please. Listen to me, I beg you. Where do you expect me to go from here? You know my parents... Just please" Melissa crawled to his feet once more, ignoring the bruise she had on her knee. Too bad, Antonio's mind was made up. **** She striked back. Stronger than before. Melissa was forcefully thrown out of her husband's house for something she didn't do. Melissa never knew a day would come where she would get to be on top of her husband, as she was currently holding a top position in her husband's company. Maybe Karma is a b*tch after all. Antonio, on the other hand had realized his mistake and would stop at nothing until he got her back in his arms. He didn't care if she was the boss over him, all he wanted was his wife back but it wasn't that simple. It was almost impossible. Especially when the dark secrets and truths began to explode one by one.

Brandon Fenton, a scholarship student my father had been supporting, was drugged one night. After some consideration, I chose to lie beneath him. I had loved him for ten years. Giving myself to him felt like something I had long decided, something I owed to that love. But everything fell apart the moment Melissa Giles, his childhood sweetheart, walked in on us. Before she could even process what she saw, she ran out in a panic and was struck by a passing car, killing her on the spot. Brandon held me afterward, telling me it wasn't my fault. He even proposed to me. Because of that, Dad placed the entire company into his hands. But the day before our wedding, he set his plans in motion. He deliberately caused a car accident that took Dad's life. When I was at my lowest, drowning in grief, Brandon took me deep into the woods. There, he drove his car over my body, crushing me repeatedly just so I could feel the same agony Melissa had suffered before she died. "If you hadn't drugged me, why would I have ever touched you? If not for you, Melissa would still be alive! I hate you. All of you deserve to die!" And then, after the pain reached its unbearable peak... I opened my eyes and found myself back on the very day Brandon was drugged.

Melissa was invited to a night party, on her way going home she was attacked by some rogues who happens to sell wolves to other packs for money. She became a member of a new pack overnight working as a slave for many years with the hope that she can escape one day. Part of her memory was lost, her new Alpha wiped half of her memory. Luckily for her, news came from the Alpha above known as King Alpha who ordered that he needed 40 slave wolves from packs around the region. Melissa got selected to go but unfortunately, she was to be on a mission when she gets there and that mission was to spy on the King Alpha who then happens to be her Mate. Her family's life depends on this mission. It was either she agreed to it or her family gets killed. Will she be able to carry out her plans? Join me on this journey to find out.

I have just been discharged after leg surgery when Victor Clark, my wife's former colleague who resents her for taking his position, drags me up to the roof and stabs me repeatedly. My wife, Melissa Lane, is the captain of the rescue unit, yet she is busy mobilizing everyone to stop her depressed first love, Ethan Hayes, from setting his rental apartment on fire. I don't call her to save me. In my previous life, I begged her for help. She abandoned Ethan and rushed to rescue me. In the end, I survived while Ethan died in the blaze. Melissa never blamed me. She said that Ethan got what he deserved and even promised me a surprise for my birthday a week later. But on my birthday, she drugged me, tied me to a bed, and drove a knife into me again and again. "You and Victor set me up that day, didn't you? Those stab wounds aren't even serious! You were never going to die! Since you like getting stabbed so much, I'll make it real for you!" When I open my eyes, I am back to the day Victor took me hostage. This time, I let Melissa go save her first love.

Three months pregnant, I doubled over in agony, blood pooling beneath me. I called Milo Prince in a last-ditch effort for help. The moment he picked up, his voice dripped with irritation. "What is it now?" My vision was blurring. Before I could cry for help, I heard his childhood sweetheart's teasing laugh. "No interruptions today, okay?" The line went dead in the next second. When I opened my eyes again, my belly was flat. I checked Jessica Clay's social media. A photo showed their hands intertwined, her wrist adorned with the Prince family's heirloom bracelet. Her caption read, [He said this bracelet was made for me, so I'm keeping it.]