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One reckless night at a gay party was all it took . A stranger with quiet eyes and a commanding touch left Scott McAllen breathless, ruined, and wanting more than he should. Now that stranger is his boss. Elliot Travis, the untouchable CEO of the billion-dollar Zenex empire who wants nothing but control and no strings attached. But Scott is bold, shameless, and impossible to ignore. And Elliot is quickly discovering that some men are harder to walk away from than others. What started as one night is becoming an obsession neither of them can afford. The real question isn’t whether they’ll survive the chaos. It’s whether they’ll survive each other.

It was only on our first wedding anniversary that I realized the rubbers I bought before our wedding had long expired. No one would believe that my mafia husband, Andre Garcia, and I had never consummated our marriage. That night, I gathered my courage and bought a suggestive nightgown. After downing three glasses of whisky, I hugged Andre tightly and whispered in his ear, "Darling, let's do it today. I want you..." However, Andre shook my hand off indifferently as if he were handling a gun. "Danielle Lawson, do you have no shame? You've done such shameless things time and time again. If you're really that lonely, I'll order you some toys so you can play with them to your heart's content." My face turned deathly pale as I stood there, stunned. I could not understand why a wife begging for her husband's affection was considered 'shameless' behavior. I curled up on the couch, unable to help but ask on social media. Danielle: [My husband has no dysfunction. Why won't he touch me after marriage?] Someone replied: [Perhaps your husband has someone else.] Like a dagger, that comment pierced me awake. I suddenly realized—maybe the problem was not that I was unattractive but rather that he was never mine. The moment I deleted my account, I also made the decision to leave. Who could have imagined that Andre, who would usually not even glance at me, would frantically search for me after I disappeared? "Danielle, I can't get a hard-on after you left!"

Maisie Stone has known Ethan Ford for 15 years. She's gone from being a young woman to a married one. She's also gone from being Ethan's true love to an old flame. He cheats on her repeatedly, and she forgives him every time. After a suicide attempt, Maisie finally sees the light. This rotten world is just a competition to see who can be more shameless than others. In an open relationship, both parties live their own lives. Since he's messing around with her sister, she can mess around with his friends and brothers.

⚠ Content Warning: Dubious consent, forbidden romance, infidelity, emotional manipulation, and morally gray relationships. My sister finally married the man I've been dreaming about for months. Erotic, shameless, vivid dreams I would take to my grave. But then after my sister went away for a week, leaving me alone with her husband, these dreams feel even more real every passing day, and it feels like Adrian has me wrapped around his finger. I keep telling myself it's just a dream, and Adrian lets me keep believing it is.

Irene was in a relationship with her fiance Perry for seven years. On the day before her wedding, she witnessed her bestie having sex with her fiance in her wedding room. To take revenge on Perry, she had one-night stand with Perry's boss--Nathan. Nathan was super-rich and irresistibly attractive. Obviously, he was much better than Perry in all aspects. Coincidentally, Irene ran into this shameless couple in the shopping mall. Her bestie teased her that no one would fancy a girl like her. She happened to see Nathan and made a hint to him. Then Nathan went by and kissed Irene, "Sweetie, why do you leave me alone in bed this morning?"

One night-stand stranger turned step-brother, an unfortunate twist or maybe a lucky one? Avery Archer is not very good with men, blessed with a cold and indifferent attitude because of how she was brought up, ended up sleeping with a cute, young handsome stranger after a terrible break-up with a shameless ex at her friend’s birthday party. What happens when this younger man turns out to be the son of her father’s mistress who she doesn’t like very much? What happens when this handsome stranger drags her into the world of werewolves and fated pairs? Will she allow their sinful bond to decide for them or will she cave to the obstacles in their way?

My fiancé's secretary had my wedding ring remade into a Hello Kitty trinket. When I confronted her, she twisted the truth with shameless arrogance, insisting that my wedding was hers to decide. I turned to my fiancé for support, only to have him dismiss me as petty and unworthy of being his bride. Together, they ridiculed and humiliated me, unaware that their families' power and future all depended on me. When my superior stepped in, their mockery collapsed in the face of truth. My fiancé fell to his knees, begging me to honor our engagement. But I cast him aside without hesitation, breaking off the marriage and leaving him with nothing.

My name is Brandon Westin, and I'm Carlisle Grayson's secretary and secret lover. No matter how cold he acts toward me, how much he humiliates me, or how often he "lends" me off to other people, I still choose to stick with him without any remorse or complaints. His friends call me a shameless lapdog. Carlisle calls me a twink, often blaming me for "turning him gay" and thus ruining his life. However, when I finally choose to leave him, he looks at me with red-rimmed eyes and asks, "How can you say that you don't love me?"

Late at night, my husband came home with a young model. "So, you are the washed-up wife that Mr. Dawson keeps at home?" The girl looked at me with a mocking smile and said. Jay Dawson, my husband, reeking of alcohol, glanced between us with interest. He then hugged the young girl and led her into the bedroom. I sat alone on the living room couch, wrapped in a blanket, and listened to their shameless noises all night. I endured it for two years. Our agreement had finally ended this year, and so had my love for Ethan. I walked away. But Ethan chased after me like a madman.

My movie star husband's girlfriend suspected I was the other woman. She confronted me in public, beat me until I lost my child, and even left my face scarred beyond recognition. "You shameless homewrecker! How dare you seduce someone else's man—and even get pregnant?" she screamed in rage. "I'll send you and that child of yours straight to hell today!" And as for my husband, he didn't even spare me a glance. All he cared to say was, "Why did you bother hitting her yourself? Did your hand hurt?" But when he finally discovered that the woman his girlfriend had scarred and caused to miscarry was me, he lost his mind.