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“Picture this Daniela. You spend your entire life thinking of how you can take revenge on your enemy, and one day, they suddenly appear in front of you, on a silver platter. Are you really, going to let them go?” “You hate me. You said so yourself, so what could you possibly want with me?” “You’re going to help me. The perfect loophole for me to escape an obligation. You’re going to be my wife.” * * * * * * * * * Daniela Stevens could have been any normal woman, but the sins of her father and the endless nightmares, changed her life more than she could ever imagine. And that scar she carried everyday, was the permanent reminder of the pain she had caused a certain stranger, and the fact that she didn't deserve to find happiness. As long as she lived. This stranger, who is her nightmare, is Alexander Jackson. He has not been able to let go of the pain of being orphaned, therefore he feels the urge to take revenge, even if it meant making an innocent person suffer. His life and hers get tangled together, and they have to make a decision, whether to keep suffering, or to let go of the past. But letting go deals with change and trust, and that is their only obstacle.

It was an adult site which brought us together. We chatted for a week and finally decided on three nights. Three nights of pleasure — and after that, no contact with each other. But by the third night, I got too addicted to him. To the one, whose name I still don’t know. He was my Mr. Stranger. My match. Even though we decided on three nights, and they were over, I wanted more. But the thing that shocked me was the website that connected us vanished the day after our third night. It’s been two years now, and I’m still unable to forget those three nights. Still looking for him. And then… I found him. The man I gave my body to the one who ruined me so sweetly is now sitting across the table at a family dinner. My Mr. Stranger Now My step-uncle. Was it just a coincidence, or a well-planned event? And how did that website get deleted right after that day? Will I really be able to stay away from the only man I craved for two entire years? Was I the only one feeling this way, or was he no different from me? Did he want me as much as I wanted him? Whatever it was, I was in a deep mess with no way out . warning : this is steamy story.

#Age gap #taboo #Erotica #Smut #love triangle #boyxgirl #BDSM #dominant #possessive #submissive #poortorich #billionaire #mafia WARNING!!! (THIS BOOK IS A DARK ROMANCE WITH BDSM, SLUT-SHAMING, ROUGH AND PAINFUL SCENES, AND MORALLY AMBIGOUS THEMES THAT MOST REFER TO AS DUBIOUS CONSENT. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THESE THINGS THEN READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Milo was the most dangerous mobster in Russia and I was his slave, his sex toy, and his property. He was one step closer from branding me as his. He killed anyone who got close to me or touched me in any way. He showered me with luxury and gifts that I would have never afforded myself. I didn’t care that he had many enemies who would use me to get to him. He was everything I could have dreamt of and more. The only problem was, I was 19 yrs his junior and I was his son’s ex-girlfriend. I found myself caught between father and son. Was blood really thicker than love? My name is Emilie and this is how Milomir Petrov ruined my life.

"Stop…. Ah~" I whimpered, my voice timid as he started kissing my neck. I shivered as his mouth latched on my skin. "I thought we could be friends " He chuckled and brought his mouth up to my ear, nibbling it slowly, "You thought wrong Angel.'' Marilyn Smith is a simple middle class girl . All she sees is the good in people and all he sees is bad. Xavier Bass', the well known 'big bad' of the university hates how sweet Marilyn was with everyone but him. He hates how she pretended to be innocent or how she refused to believe that the world around her isn't only made of flowers and rainbows. In conclusion, Marilyn is everything that Xavier despises and Xavier is everything that Marilyn craves. Xavier is a big bully and Marilyn is his beautiful prey. The tension between them and some steamy turns of events brought them together causing a rollercoaster of emotions between them and making a hot mess . After all the big bad was obsessed with his beautiful prey. Will their anonymous relationship ever take a romantic turn?

Have you ever had a crush on your best friend and you didn't dare confess to him because you're afraid of being rejected and losing your friendship? You'd rather remain a friend forever than lose him. That's my fate, my name is Amy and I had a secret crush on my best friend, he's the Alpha Prince of West wood Pack and the school's most popular bad boy. Well I decided to keep my crush a secret, not until my 18th birthday and everything changed when I found out I was mated to two people and one of them is my best friend and the other is his Enemy.

I was reborn. Opening my eyes on the sofa, the television flickered before me, broadcasting another financial news segment about my husband, Jasper Brolin. The Alpha of the Moonblood pack, a man who had sat at the top of the billionaire list for years, was speaking with his usual cool authority. Broad-shouldered and sharp-featured, he carried an air of cold command that made him untouchable. Whenever he stepped into the public eye, the crowd surged with screams and breathless admiration. My marriage to him was the envy of our entire circle, and every woman wished to step into my shoes. As I watched the screen, memories of my tragic death in my last life came rushing back, sending a quiet ache through my chest. My wolf rumbled low in my chest. "So we're back. Now what?" "Break the bond," I whispered. "I'm leaving him." "He'll never agree to that." "That's why I need her help," I replied, thinking of the woman I had always disliked—Halle. Halle walked into the café, a smug smirk was plastered on her face. Having grown up alongside Jasper, she was regarded as his inner circle, and people never failed to give her the highest courtesy. I slid a mate-bond dissolution document across the table. "I need your help, Halle. And of course, there's something in it for you too." She glanced through the papers, suspicion flashing in her eyes. "Are you leaving him?" she asked. My voice was calm, "Maybe you're the one he really wants by his side." In my last life, I was the perfect Mrs. Brolin, envied by all, yet never the one he held closest. This time, I would take my unborn pup and leave quietly.

My boss, who made me work overtime every single day, finally got what was coming to him. Somehow, he got connected to my new keyboard. It was like he was synced to it. His face flushed red, his eyes brimming with tears. "Don't type anymore," he begged. I just smiled and nudged the mouse. "Don't move the mouse either!" 'Do you expect me to just stop because you said so? Wouldn't that make me look pathetic?' I thought to myself. I kept working until midnight. Just as I was about to leave, I glanced down. The carpet at my boss's feet was soaked through. I figured he must have knocked over his glass of water.

I pushed the door open and saw Giovanna standing there in my silk robe—my gift from Enzo—and wearing my heirloom pendant. She lifted a brow and mocked me, “The robe fits, the pendant’s mine, and you—get out.” I grabbed Enzo, demanding an explanation, but he shoved a fake contract in my face, saying, “You signed it.” “I did not. Stop lying!” I snapped. He snapped at me, “This is family business. You know nothing.” It seemed three years together was nothing but an act. That very night, I ran away to Milan. I had nowhere to go and no one to turn to until Mark showed up out of nowhere. “Don’t be scared,” he said. “I’ve got you. As long as I’m around, no one touches you.” He protected me, and for a moment, I really thought I’d finally found someone I could rely on. However, when we were practicing at the shooting range later, I stared at him. “Why are you helping me?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because of that mess I left behind.” His eyes flickered for a second before he answered, “Just trust me. That’s all you need to do.” Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist. This whole disaster was all one giant setup. And now here I am, gripping a gun, fighting for justice, but am I really avenging myself? Or was I already someone else’s pawn from the very beginning?

"Qubool hai(I accept)," I said with great difficulty and a lone tear escaped from my eyes. I looked at my husband and found him smiling at me. His smile was so mysterious and unusual which created a shiver in my whole system. At the time of Rukhsati(sending off the bride), my mother requested to my husband," Please, take care of her." " Don't worry. I will love her and take care of her so much that she will forget her own family," He replied chuckling but I felt something fishy in his voice. Will he really love me and take care of me the way he is promising to my mother? Erina was just a 22-year-old girl when she was forcefully married to a stranger. She is doubtful about this stranger's intention behind marrying her. Will she ever come to know about her stranger husband's intention?

"You were flirting with my client right in front of me, I knew you were trying to get back at me, well you won! Because I'm so mad that I'm going to punish you for it!" He pushed me inside, grabbed my lips and kissed me roughly. "There will be no time for foreplay…" ------------------------------------------------------ I never thought I could meet Carl again, at my darkest moments. “GET OUT OF MY OFFICE OR SUCK MY DICK” He screamed at me. I flushed with embarrassment, how could the gentleman I had secretly in love with for years become this grumpy? Yet still, he is hot as hell and I want him so badly. The first time I saw Carl, he was the heir of Manson Empire, and I was nobody but a little intern. He was successful and respected, yet always being caring and gentle. I was clumsy and shy, yet full of dreams and ambition. He had never laid an eye on me, but he was always the beacon lighting up my world. Until my world collapsed. So I ran.