My Husband Warm The Bed

My father’s death was ruled a suicide, but I knew it was murder. The last word he left behind was a name: Volkov. So I buried the girl I once was, built a new identity, and walked straight into the world of the man I believed had taken him from me. Damian Volkov was everything one should fear—cold, brilliant, untouchable. Yet the longer I stayed, the more I saw the fractures beneath his control. Behind his silence lived a sorrow that mirrored mine. I sought vengeance, but somewhere between hate and obsession, I fell for the man I swore to ruin. Now I stand between the monster who ruined me and the only man I have ever truly loved. Until a truth I never thought possible tore through every reason I had to hate him: He is my stepbrother, born from a one-night stand my father could neither bury nor escape.

Primrose Delavin—isang ulilang babae na nagta-trabaho sa mababang sweldo, ay napilitang tanggapin ang delikadong alok ng kaibigan matapos ma-bankrupt ang kompanyang pinagtatrabauhan at mabantaan ng pagkakakulong. Ngunit nang ihatid niya ang pinagbabawal na gamot sa bibili nito, nasaksihan niya ang brutal na pagpatay ni Thaddeus Moss, isang malamig at walang awang mafia boss. Isang kakatwang hiling ang nagligtas sa kanya—at nagbukas ng pintuan sa isang delikado at maiinit na relasyon. Ngayon, si Thaddeus ang kanyang naging legal guardian, ngunit makaligtas kaya si Primrose sa isang mundo ng panganib, kapangyarihan, at pagnanasa na hindi niya inasahan?

After confessing 101 times to my childhood sweetheart, Morgan Lambert, he marries his first love, Cassandra White. With my heart in ruins, I leave him behind and marry his younger brother, James Lambert, who has pursued me relentlessly from the start. After marriage, James dotes on me to an extreme. His love is bold and intense. Everyone says I am unbelievably lucky to have married such a devoted man. As Cassandra and I sink into the water together, I can only watch as James dives in recklessly. He struggles through the water toward her, giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I thrash and struggle in desperation, begging him to look at me even once. He never does. His entire focus is on getting her to shore, leaving me behind to be swallowed by the sea. While I am unconscious, I hear him and Morgan fighting violently in the hospital, arguing over who gets to stay by Cassandra's bedside. He roars in anguish, "I sacrificed myself by marrying Elsa so she wouldn't stand in the way of you and Cassie's happiness. Can you at least let me see Cassie once?" That is when I finally understand that none of them has ever loved me. I immediately arrange to fake my death, preparing to vanish from their lives completely. Yet after hearing the news of my so-called death, James—who's always calm—loses control. He pushes Cassandra aside, bends over, and coughs up blood. Overnight, he seems to age decades.

Stella was heartbroken, she is pregnant and her husband who was supposed to love and cherish her and took in his first love Mary who was also pregnant and forgot about her existence, he forgot her peanut allergy just because the first love loves peanuts causing her to end up in the hospital. Andrew her husband kicked her out of the master bedroom to stay in it with his first love and then when she thought he had done enough, he exchanged her and gave her to kidnappers to get Mary to safety and she lost her child in the struggle but a mafia boss came to rescue her. “Marry me and be my contract wife for a year, I will pay you well,” Jonathan the mafia boss said and she accepted.

I come home and find my husband's female best friend, Winona Langdon, who claims to be one of the guys, sleeping in my bed. I bring up divorce with Lucas Gardner for the 99th time. This time, he finally snaps. "Natania Simmon, are you done making a scene? Are you throwing a tantrum again just because Winona stayed over at our place and slept in our bed?" I answer calmly, "That's right." His friends throw their arms around his shoulders and chime in sarcastically, "Don't take it to heart, Lucas. Women get jealous easily. Oh, how I miss the days when we all slept under the same covers together." Lucas smiles bitterly and says, "When you guys get married in the future, remember this—you can't afford to mess with jealous women. Still, there's no helping it. Natania just loves me too much. She's trying to scare me by throwing divorce around. "Listen. In less than three days, she'll come crawling back to me." The derisive smirk playing on my lips deepens. In our seven years of marriage, Winona stays at my house whenever she pleases. I watch with my own eyes as Lucas and Winona grow increasingly inappropriate in their interactions. They reach into each other's pants. They also share the same straw and wash each other's underwear. And now... She even sleeps in my bed! These last seven years were not love. I was just foolishly blind. Right in front of everyone, I dial a number and say, "Dad, I'm done messing around out here. Your heiress is ready to come home."

BOOK 1 in SHATTERED VOWS Series. Book 1--Dear husband my ex is Back. Thalia was overwhelmed when the doctor informed her she was pregnant, she was happy to share the news with her husband since It's their third year anniversary. But her husband came home with her twin sister, declaring Thalia was just a wife to him and he didn't love her. He loved his twin sister after all her sister was his first love. Heartbroken and pregnant, she met George Williams, the man she once saved. He offered to raise the child with her which she agreed. Seven years later, Franklin came crawling back refusing to let her go. But Thalia has a husband and a heart she didn't want to break again. Will she give Franklin a second chance or be with her husband? And what will happen when Franklin finds out she had twin babies for him?

Penelope thought she was her husband’s one and only love. Until she caught him in bed with her twin sister. Penelope Verdant has lived her life as a pawn and slave to her family desiring freedom. The only happiness in her life was her marriage of four years. She believed her husband loved her, he treated her well and never gave her a reason to doubt his love. But when she finds out he’s been sleeping with her sister longer than she’s been married to him, she becomes disillusioned with her marriage. She wants revenge for her wasted years. She files for divorce, only for her husband to reject it. Backed into a corner, she seeks help from a man she should never have sought out. The man known as The Devil of Deals, an elusive billionaire who wants nothing more than to possess her completely. His price is costly, one she isn't sure she can afford. But marriage is an even worse fate than selling her soul. Will she get her revenge, shatter the chains of her old life, and rise as the queen? Or will she sink into the depths of hell? The path from pawn to queen isn’t an easy one…and the Devil is not patient. (Content Warning: this is a dark billionaire romance containing mature themes including but not limited to: explicit sexual content, unhealthy obsession, toxic love, forbidden love, pain and blood kink, physical and sexual abuse (not between main characters), taboo family dynamics, a lot of swearing, and violence. Morality is but a friendly suggestion to the characters of this story. Proceed with caution.) THE THALORIAN PANTHEON SAGA LINEUP: BOOK 1.0: FALLING INTO THE DEVIL’S BED. BOOK 2.0: INFERNAL LILY (coming soon). BOOK 0.5: HIS HEAVENLY CURSE (coming soon).

"Matt, don't play me, honey, please—" (Beatrice) Beatrice thought her husband had given her a memorable wedding surprise on their first night on the best. But after experiencing unprecedented pleasure, a soft whisper in her ear made her tense, "You are so delicious my stepmother, sorry if I precede my Dad." (Christopher) "W-what, who are you?!" *** How will Beatrice respond to her stepson's rude behaviour? And what does her stepson's mean by that?

His fingers were already at the lace between my thighs when he pushed me against the marble vanity, breath hot, voice darker than sin, his arousal pressing against my throbbing core. "Open your legs for me, Mrs Valentino." He didn’t wait. He plunged into me roughly, his mouth trailing down my neck like he owned it. I hated the way my body arched for him. I hated even more that he smirked when it did. I was supposed to be terrified, not trembling for the man who forced a ring onto my finger two days after abducting me. Before Dante Valentino touched me like that... before he whispered filth and promises into my ears, I was Valentina Morrison: a quiet girl, psychology graduate, volunteer counselor blissfully unaware that my entire life was a lie. I didn’t know the truth about my parents. I didn't know my bloodline belonged to a mafia empire that their hands were filled with blood. I only knew one thing the night I witnessed a murder in a Manhattan alley and it was that I was going to die...until he showed up. Dante, the most feared Italian boss in New York. He was ruthless and calculating. He didn't save me, he claimed me. Only because I’m not just some civilian. I'm the last surviving Castellano heir, the one piece of leverage that can rewrite the entire underworld. So Dante forced a marriage to protect me. To control me. To bind me to him in pleasure and law. And somewhere between running from gunfire and running from him, I made the worst mistake possible: I let the devil touch me. I let his hands teach my body a language my mind despises but my body craves. I let him explore me.

He chose his mistress on our anniversary. He didn't know I was already planning my funeral. For three years, I was the perfect wife. I swallowed the insults from his family. I bore the guilt of our daughter’s death. Everyone blamed me. Yet, I loved Mateo Santiago with everything I had. Until the day I found out the truth. On the same day I discovered I was pregnant again, I learned my husband was expecting a child with another woman: my own step-aunt, Valentina. And worse? I finally discovered that he was the one responsible for our first daughter's death, not me. I didn't scream. I didn't fight. I simply texted him: "Your birthday is in a month. I’ll prepare a gift you’ll never forget." Thirty days later, Mateo Santiago watched my car burn at the bottom of a cliff. He buried an empty casket and cried for a wife he thought he loved. But Isabella Romano didn't die that day. She just disappeared. I was not alone anymore. I had another life growing inside me but then I stumbled upon a stranger. A stranger shadows feared. Dante Galante.