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"Look at me," Draven commands, his hand coming up to grip my chin. His leather glove is cold against my skin, forcing me to look up into the shadow of his hood. "I don't lie to you. He wraps his traps in silk and silver, but it’s still a trap." "Then show me," I challenge, tears of frustration pricking my eyes. I reach up, my fingers gripping the edge of his hood. "If you want me to believe you over a man who has given me everything, show me your face, Draven. No more masks. No more shadows. Let me see who is talking to me." He goes completely still. For a long, agonizing beat, the only sound is the distant chime of the Cathedral clock striking one. Slowly, his hand comes up over mine. He doesn't push me away. Instead, his fingers wrap around mine, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pulls the hood back. The breath catches in my throat. ………..Damian claims he’s here to salvage her from a billionaire's trap of illicit blood diamonds. Lisa’s mind tells her he's a dangerous kidnapper who just destroyed her future. But the moment he drags her away from the high-society lights of Antwerp and into his luxurious mountain,everything gets messy.

Sean Benson and I have been betrothed since we were kids. But the older we grow, the further he stays away from me. On the day of our engagement banquet, he's found to be making out with Selena White, the heiress of the White family, backstage. This time, I no longer break down in tears. Instead, I just close the door properly for them before returning to the banquet hall silently. After that, I rip the pregnancy report that's pressed beneath a gift box into shreds. On our wedding day, all the guests are all smiles. Sean, however, is the only exception. He maintains a stormy expression the whole time, seemingly not wanting to marry me at all. I know that if it's not the fact that he gets to secure the position as the Benson heir, he will never make any wedding vows with me in the church. But no one expects me not to show up at all, even though the wedding ceremony is already starting. Sean calls me on the phone impatiently afterward. "Where the hell are you? If you don't show up soon, I'm going to cancel the wedding right away!" I merely chuckle softly without saying anything. Then, I throw my phone aside and accept the wedding bouquet that's passed to me. What Sean doesn't know is that my unborn child will be calling another man "daddy" soon.

Imagine your boss pays you to spy on his fiancée. You need the cash to save your brother, so you take the job. Simple. Until you get caught by the man she’s sleeping with. He’s Foxe; a dicey billionaire who immediately pulls you into his orbit. But just as the tension with him sparks, you find yourself falling for your boss, too. Now you’re trapped in a messy triangle between the man who hired you and the one you’re investigating. And the fiancée? She isn’t just unfaithful; she's homicidal. After surviving her active attempts to kill you, you realize this isn't just a job anymore. You’re dodging bullets and breaking hearts… You're Anella Bymor.

I did not get pregnant in the five years that I was married to Julian Gunter. He claimed that there was something wrong with his body and asked me not to leave him. But one day, I was sent to the hospital because of a stomach ache and continuous bleeding. A nurse came in and gave me an injection. She muttered impatiently, “Can’t you hold yourself back? You’re pregnant, but you had such vigorous love making. It serves you right that you lost your baby.” I endured the pain and walked out. “Mr. Gunter wanted Mrs. Gunter to have a permanent contraceptive injection after her fifth miscarriage. Don’t worry. Mr. Gunter has a way around it.” “The heir of Gunter Group can only be Mr. Jack Gunter.” Jack was the son of Julian’s sister-in-law.

After another one of Winifred Clayton's dramatic suicide threats, Edgar Snider secretly starts a relationship with her behind my back under one condition—I can never find out about it. He says, "I can be with you, but Wanda is everything to me. Whatever happens between us, she can never know." Winifred pretends to agree. Then, she sends me a video of her and Edgar living together, my son included. "No matter what happens, Edgar will never leave me. So stop deluding yourself—you were never a match for me." What she doesn't know is that I never plan to compete. In just one month, I'll be on a flight to Avernia, gone from Edgar's life for good.

[18+] smut warning 1. You will not touch yourself if I am not there, you will give me a call and I will see you, by call or in person. 2. You will not sleep with anyone other than me until further notice. 3. You will only c*m for me. What's your rule, Skylar? You will guard my underwear when I am at the office. F**k, I like that. ********************************************** Skylar Stallion is an ordinary girl until the day she accepted her new job, and everything seemed normal until she met her boss. She didn't know there would be rules after the contract, nor did she know that she would end up submissive to Mr. Jenkin and at that moment she would lose herself in his control"

The wolves are causing chaos, and a war is on the verge of starting, but Lucifer had to step in and stop it from going. To show the wolves his sincerity, he offered them something they can't refuse, a Neko, but not any Neko, he was offering them his favourite baby kitten. Would the pack know how to deal with her? Or would they be too busy running after her and forgetting all about the war? This story contains fluff, cuteness and no sex. It can count as ddlg, cgl, and age regression. Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

“You’re mine now,” Nero’s voice was low, rough velvet that sent chills down her spine. “No one touches what’s mine. No one even thinks about touching what he can't afford- his life.” A flicker of heat curled through Amara’s body despite herself. “Don’t kid yourself ” she shot back. “This marriage exists only because of our children.” He gave a short, dangerous laugh. “Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night whenever I hear you orgasm at the thought of me every night?” ~~~~~~~~~` Two years earlier, Amara had spent a single reckless night with Nero De Santoro — the man whispered about as the most ruthless crime lord in Italy. That night left her with more than regret; it left her with his twins Determined to keep her children safe from his violent world, she vanished without a trace, raising her daughter in the shadows. But when her children fell dangerously ill, Amara’s desperate search for help forced her to face the one man she swore she’d never see again. Nero was stunned to learn he had a daughter — and cruelly clear about his terms. If Amara wanted his support, she would have to marry him. What began as a cold-blooded arrangement soon twisted into something neither could control. Amara expected to despise him, but behind the walls of his power, she glimpsed pieces of a man she didn’t recognize — protective, haunted, almost tender. Every argument, every stolen glance, every night they shared blurred the line between hate and hunger. Until Amara uncovered a devastating secret — a connection between Nero De Santoro, her husband, and the tragedy that had destroyed her family years ago. A tragedy that had made her turn her back on her Mafia bloodline..........

"How about you get yourself involve with that?" He asked, pointing towards the big truck coming from a distance. She widened her eyes in horror. She couldn't believe what she just heard or, maybe she misunderstood him?- She thought. "W... Wh... What did you just say?" She asked again in a shaking voice. Tears welled up in her eyes. "What I'm trying to say is, get yourself hit by that fucking truck! Get into a coma for so many months without waking up! Whatever you choose to do after getting hit by that truck, do the fucking damn thing and don't ever appear before me again!" He bursted angrily. "Yo... You want me to die just because you don't want me as your wife?" Tears begin to flow down her cheeks. She felt betrayed. She thought, he liked her considering how he has been treating her for the past few months of being together. She thought, everything was genuine between them not until, she overheard his discussion with his friends on their- WEDDING DAY!! "He was only using her for his own benefit." Those were the words she heard him say. She was devastated, she couldn't believe she was used by the man she is deeply in love with for almost a year. Despite claiming her as his in their fake marriage, yet, she wasn't given the love, respect and care she craves from her husband. Kenneth later realizes his mistakes but it seems to be too late for him. Only one thing in Alice's mind; SHE CAN'T TRUST HIM! ********** After being trained to become a female Mafia, Alice Anderson was suddenly considered to be an ideal wife to her boss's son, Kenneth Domanco? A dangerous Mafia leader whose eyes glint with wickedness, the air around him reeks of danger.

“Shush” he cuts her off. “Raise up your skirt right now” “Master…” He cuts in again. “Raise up your skirt right now and don’t make me repeat myself” She took a deep breathe, this is not the first time he has punished her this way, It started a month ago. “Okay master” She raised up her uniform skirt and her white panties came to view, his eyes bulging out. He swallowed. “You’re beautiful, it’s like each time you raise that beautiful skirt of yours up, it’s my first. Come here, I want you to see yourself” he hold her by the hand and takes her to the mirror. “Look at yourself, you’re beautiful. Your legs are slender and you’ve got such a nice crutch” he admires her as she watches herself, her skirt still raised. He bent down and began to kiss her legs, kissing all the way up to her neck. He grabbed her ass from behind trailing kisses om her beck before one of his hand rested oh her boobs and the other went into her panties rubbing her clit and squeezing her full boobs hard. “I heard you’re a virgin too” he moaned as he nibbled her ear continuing his attack on her innocent body. “Are you done master?” She asked ready to run away and go confess her sinful thoughts and to put her body to punishment for wanting more. “Done? Oh honey, I’m just getting started with you” with that he released her boobs from the shackles of a bra and tore her shirt pressing her to the mirror, he breast on it waiting and screaming to be sucked. “What a lewd thought!” She quarrels herself. He dragged her pant up, seperating her pussy lips with it.