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"Mom, Dad... I broke up with Feign." The clinking of silverware stopped dead, I swallowed down, not just the food but my fear of what their reaction would be. I swayed my legs beneath the table anxiously, thinking of what mom might say next. My mother's head snapped up. Her eyes, the same color as mine but always so much colder, turned narrow. "You broke up with Feign?" she asked, her voice too calm. Mom’s voice was always calm; she never raised her voice, not under any circumstance. It was always what she taught me and my siblings to keep calm and collected no matter what, showing any other emotion was a sign of weakness and vulnerability. Even as kids we weren’t allowed to get scared, whet

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

The bathroom was a sanctuary of white marble and polished chrome. It was a space designed for luxury and relaxation, but for Emma, it was about to become a stage. The glass walls of the shower were transparent, a clear barrier that offered no privacy, no escape. She knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes on her, a heavy, palpable presence, even before she stepped under the hot spray.

he said, voice low and rough. Lila clutched her towel tighter, green eyes flashing. “Damon, are you insane? Our parents are right down the hall, they almost caught me cumimg at the table because of you.” He crossed the room fast, tall and lean-muscled, scarred knuckles flexing. “Take off the towel and bend over the bed.” “No,” she whispered defiantly, even as heat pooled between her legs again. “You fingered me in front of them, that’s enough for the night.”

I ask. Mom smiles and she starts rambling about everything that has been happening at work. Mostly just a bunch of drama between all her coworkers. I don't really know exactly what she's talking about because I'm not paying any attention at all. It's kind of hard to pay attention to her when I can feel my step dad staring at me.

"Fine. But please, look after my wife. I have many enemies out there. It would be extremely dangerous for her to go without protection!" "Of course, Father. Mother will be safe with me," Xavier said, glancing at Elara with a smile that carried a dark, hidden meaning. The hum of the Vaughn family’s private jet sounded like a soothing drone to anyone else, but to Elara Moretti, it was a funeral bell. It signaled that she had just been pulled from one lion's den into a cage far more treacherous.

On the night of my engagement party, my mother and I were sipping champagne in the VIP room of a couture shop. That’s when my fiancé’s secretary sent me a video. In the video, Camilla was pinning a middle-aged woman to the floor. She drove her diamond-studded heel into the woman’s face. Over and over. “Serafina, you cheap, pretentious little bitch. Did you really think that just because you fucked the Boss and got a ring, your mother could sneak into his vault and steal his diamonds?” Another sharp kick from the stiletto. The woman’s face was a bloody pulp. A weak gasp of pain escaped her lips. “Rats from the sewer. Always wanting what isn’t yours. I’m the only woman the Boss trusts. Now I’

"What did you do?! What on earth did you do?!" "Mom, please let me explain—" I sobbed out, clutching my stomach as fresh tears spilled over my lashes. "Explain?!" Mom shrieked, her voice cracking over the line. "Explain how my youngest daughter is on every television set in America stripped naked with her sister’s brother-in-law?! Do you have any idea what people are calling our family right now?! They're calling it a taboo, Nina! They’re saying you’re a home-wrecker!"

I get home from a business trip over Thanksgiving and find out Mom came all the way from Larkwyn to visit me. She was made to sleep in the storage room. I'm just about to lose my temper when my mother-in-law, Deborah Garner, rolls her eyes. "Next time your mom comes, give us a heads-up. What will the neighbors think if they find out we have relatives from the sticks?" Mom looks down, so humiliated she doesn't know what to do with her hands. My wife, Ella Shaw, finally looks up from her phone when she sees the look on my face. "Come on. Mom's just looking out for us. Everyone in this building is either rich or well-connected. Next time your mom visits, she should stay at a hotel. It's su

The truth is, deep down, I'd always wanted to fix things with my mom. The way she used to be when I was young—gentle, caring, loving—I'd held onto that memory for years. I kept hoping she'd love me like that again. So when my company wanted to transfer me out of state, I said no. I was afraid that if I left, with thousands of miles between us, my mom and I would lose whatever connection we had left. The reason I worked so hard and pushed myself to buy this house was that I knew Kaden and his father couldn't be trusted. Someday, my mom would see their true colors. When that day came, she could move in with me.