Spread Your Legs For Daddy

On the eve of our wedding, Evelyn Gates fell to her death. Everyone believed that, since I had always been devoted to her, I would take my own life to follow her. However, I didn’t shed a single tear. Three years later, I saw her again. Not only was she alive, but she had no memory of the past. “So you’re my ex-fiancé? After all these years, why do you look so broke and shabby now? For old time’s sake, I’ll give you one day a week to wait on me.” I didn’t even bother to look her in the eye. Evelyn had no idea that, on the very night she fell, I received a video recording. She didn’t know that, during the three years she spent pretending to have amnesia while traveling the world with Cole Anderson, I had gotten married. My bride was her older sister.

Fabian is picky when it comes to women, he does not pick random girls from the bar. He has a long list of women who are willing to serve him in bed with just a call away. He wants them to be educated, smart, sexy, wealthy and of course, experienced in bed. He wants them to be from the wealthiest family, and he only wants insanely beautiful women. But all those long lists of standards set out to choose a woman is about to be thrown in the trash when he met Georgina, a stripper in a club. Horrified of the intense feeling he felt when he first saw her danced, he immediately dismissed the idea of having her on his bed. Night after night, images of her dancing naked in front of him came into a form of a delicious dream. Her twin perky t**s bouncing as she moved her body. Her deliciously pink slit inviting for a taste. And he would wake up in the middle of the night sweat-covered and with a raging hard-on to cool down. Can the high and mighty Fabian Romano swallow his pride for this hoe that never failed to give him hard-on dreams? Georgina is the breadwinner of the family, a stripper, and an on-call escort. She can do anything just for money, including selling her body and soul. What can she do? Wala naman siyang ibang alam na puwedeng pagkakitaan ng malaki maliban sa pagsasayaw ng hubad at pagsama sa mayayamang parokyano sa club. Aaminin niyang ambisyosa siya, gusto niyang makabingwit ng mayamang lalaki para mag-aahon sa kanila sa kahirap at wala siyang pakialam kahit sino pa masasagasaan niya matupad lang ang pangarap niya para sa pamilya. She’s a bitch, a gold digger, and a homewrecker.

On Thanksgiving, my husband Steven Mandel showed up with another woman. Not just anyone—Fiona Osborne, his first love. She had Alzheimer's and only remembered him. And yeah, he said she was moving in. Steven's eyes were ice. "Erica, I stayed away from Fiona out of duty. But I'm not wasting what time I have left without her." Happy 50th anniversary to me. No gift—just a slap-in-the-face love confession. Maya, my daughter-in-law, tried to talk some sense into him, bless her. Then Anton—my own son—cut in. "Mom already kept Dad away from Fiona for years. She's tied ME to you for half my life. Now Dad just wants to take care of the woman he loves—what's so wrong with that?" Steven stepped in front of Fiona like some kind of hero. "Anton's right. Erica, I let you play the wife role for decades. Now, I want to be with the woman I truly love. "If you can't handle that, let's just get a divorce." I stood there, frozen. I'd walked away from a powerhouse law career for this family after we had Anton. I thought I had given everything, and in their eyes, I would be a perfect wife and a perfect mother. But today made it clear—I was never enough. No matter how much I gave, it was never going to be enough. I turned to Maya. She was crying. "You wanna get divorced together?"

Apa jadinya jika seorang gadis menyamar menjadi si buruk rupa hanya untuk mengetahui kepribadian calon suami yang dijodohkan dengannya? Apa jadinya jika seorang pengacara muda terpaksa menikah dengan gadis buruk rupa yang dijodohkan dengannya? Akankah cinta tumbuh di antara mereka?

"I'm sorry, Anna. I've made a mistake that can never be forgiven." My Alpha mate, Alan Thorne, is drugged with a powerful aphrodisiac—one only a she-wolf's touch can neutralize. His assistant, Leah Hawke, takes advantage and sleeps with him. Alan and I have been bound by a mate bond for eight years. His heartfelt apologies make me believe it is nothing more than a tragic accident. But six months later, everything falls apart. When I hear Alan is caught in a landslide during a business trip, I rush to his side without hesitation. I find him lying in the hospital bed, staring at Leah, guilt weighing heavily in his eyes. "Leah is three months along with my pups. She risked everything to save me, clawing through mud and rocks with bare hands until they were raw and bleeding. "Baby, I swear, you're the one and only Luna. But please... Let me make this right. Let me take care of her until the pups are born." Leah breaks down in tears, pleading, "These pups are innocent. Please don't punish them." At that moment, I feel like the villain tearing a family apart. With bitterness burning in my throat, I rasp, "Alan, you have to choose. Either end our mate bond or banish Leah from the pack." Alan shakes his head, anguish deepening his expression. "I can't break our mate bond, but I also can't turn my back on Leah. That's not who I am." In the end, Leah gives birth to twin pups. The entire pack celebrates, but not me. I already know my time here has come to an end. "Well, Alan, since you can't decide, I'll be the one to vanish from your world."

"I'm willing to be a papa to your son, but don't ever expect me to treat you like a wife." To realize her son's dream of having a daddy, Lily is willing to enter into a contract marriage with Keenan, who also happens to be desperate to find a wife to inherit his family's company. An agreement was made where the relationship between the two would appear harmonious only in front of the child. However, they cannot resist the fate that has fostered unusual feelings. Unfortunately, the appearance of a past figure is also inevitable. Making it hard for both of them to go further. Will Lily and Keenan stay together? Or will each of them choose to give up when there is no more reason to survive?

"Do you know what would happen if your daughter finds me naked in your bed?" I trail my fingers along his hard chest, not breaking the gaze. "Mmm." He hums, his hand gripping my waist tighter. I gasp, arching my back. "Tell me all about it," he mumbles against my ear, "while I drive my cock deep into that waiting cunt of yours." ..... Juniper was used to lonely Christmas holidays in her little apartment, but everything changes when her best friend invites her to spend the holidays with her family. When she agrees to do it, she gets way more than she bargained for, especially her best friend's brooding but irresistible father... Dante. Now, she must fight her complex feelings for Dante, knowing that it was forbidden to have anything to do with him. But when he has sworn to taint her innocence with his possessive charm, how long until she gives in to his darkness? Secrets will be revealed, relationships will falter, and the body will be tempted. How will Juniper navigate all of this while still trying to keep the magic of Christmas alive?

"Ms. Rowe, are you certain you want to delete all identity records? Once they're erased, you'll be completely removed from the system. No one will be able to find you again." Eva Rowe pauses for a moment before nodding with quiet resolve. "Yes. I want to disappear from this world. I want to make sure no one can ever find me." Two seconds of silence follow on the other end, as if they're giving her one last chance to reconsider. "Understood, Ms. Rowe. The wipeout protocol will be completed within 14 days. By then, you'll be officially 'dead' in all databases. Please make the necessary arrangements." With that, the call ends. Eva books a one-way ticket to Felnor, scheduled for 14 days later. Then, she turns off her phone, watching as the screen goes dark. She stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the endless city lights, and lets out a soft, cold laugh. She is no longer anyone's Eva.

After getting into an accident, I pretend to be an amnesiac to pull a prank on my husband and son. "Who are you guys?" I ask. A hint of delight flickers in my son's eyes. He pulls a woman waiting outside the hospital ward inside and says, "My parents and I came to visit you, ma'am." My husband watches all of this happen without saying a word. He doesn't correct our son.

From as far back as I can remember, I knew my mom hated me. She gives me sleeping pills when I'm three. When I'm five, she tries pesticide instead. But I'm hard to get rid of. By the time I'm seven, I've already learned how to fight back. If she refuses to give me food, I flip the table so no one can eat either. If she beats me up until I'm on the ground, writhing in pain, I go after her beloved son the same way, leaving him bruised and bawling. That's how we stay locked in battle until I turn 12. Everything changes when my youngest sister is born. I'm clumsily trying to help with her wet diaper when Mom suddenly shoves me against the wall. The look in her eyes holds both disgust and fear. "What were you trying to do to my daughter? I knew it. You take after that monster of a father. Why didn't you just die with him?" I hold my aching head. For the first time, I don't fight back. I believe she's right. My existence is a mistake. I should never have been alive.