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I really wonder if really relationships are made in heaven than definitely there shouldn’t be any flaws in the relationship. After marriage what girl expects, what are her expectations, what she sacrifices and what are the reality? I hope this book won’t feel short for me to describe all these above in details.

Then, Nadya grabbed Erwin by his collar. "Why are you doing this to me, Erwin? Didn't you promise that you would love me forever. You promised to be faithful to me. So, this is all a lie, right? You didn't cheat on me. My Erwin... My Erwin couldn't have been this mean to me. He only love me" "I love another woman." Nadya kept shaking Erwin's shoulder while crying loudly. "What did I do wrong, Erwin? Why did you betray me? If I made a mistake, please tell me. I'll fix it."

I thought we were each other's true love, that we were soulmates. Now, all that seemed like a joke. I wanted to rush out and tear off their hypocritical masks right then and there. But reason stopped me. I quietly pulled the door open a crack. "Mr. Colby, I believe that your intention is sincere, but my sister has been missing for twenty years, and our family has been deceived too many times over the years. Do you have any concrete proof that she's my sister?" The man on the couch called Lucas Shaw spoke with a calm yet sharp tone.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

I dropped my keys onto the small table beside the door and immediately regretted it because the sound seemed to make her even more annoyed. “You failed me as a mate.” My body froze. She continued before I could even process what she had said. “You failed our marriage. You failed every promise you made to me, and honestly, at this point, I have stopped expecting anything from you as my ex- husband.” I stared at her. What the hell was she talking about? “But can you please, please, Victor, not fail our child?” My head started throbbing. She kept talking. She had been talking for what felt like an entire lifetime, and I was beginning to wonder if all fairies were this talkative.

Hotel suites booked under corporate names coincided with messages that vanished from my husband-to-be’s calendar. People assume infidelity is simple: two people, caught. They imagine tears and guilt and midnight confessions. But the truth I was uncovering was more like architecture: deliberate choices, corners cut, opportunity made effortless. And the architecture taught me something else about Alex: she was neat. She didn’t leave flares or tabloids waiting. She left elegantly clean evidence that, if found, required only a patient mind to assemble.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Every midnight we push further, fucking filthier, teetering closer to discovery. One afternoon I duck into the silent library, desperate for a moment away from the endless ache between my legs. My hand brushes a cracked leather diary hidden behind ancient books. I pull it free, my pulse racing. The pages are yellowed, but the words sear into me: a sister from centuries ago, spilling every sinful detail of her priest lover, how they met in this exact garden, how he pinned her against the wall and fucked her raw under the moon, how she came screaming around his bare cock night after night until a shadow at the window saw everything. Punishment. Shame. Exile. I read it crouched in the stacks, t

Her mother's affair with him was a betrayal of the mate bond, a violation of everything their society held sacred. When her powers manifested, Cara had been left alone with a truth that could destroy everything. The shame of her mother's infidelity, the scandal of being Valerius's illegitimate child, the complications it would create in the realm… all of it was too much to bear. In a world where bloodlines and legitimacy mattered, where chosen mates were still sacred bonds, being the product of an affair made her an embarrassment. A stain on both her mother and potentially on Valerius's reputation.

I read the text of the email, and the world seems to tilt on its axis. “Meet the real Violetta,” the message begins. It goes on to detail a sordid narrative I don't recognize. It claims that my divorce isn't a result of my husband’s betrayal, but my own. It says I have been in a long-term, clandestine relationship with the man in the photo. It claims I moved to this city not for a career, but to continue an affair that began months ago. It paints me as a calculated cheater who fled my home state to hide my infidelity while draining my husband’s assets.