Novel & Cerita The Dinner

At the company's annual dinner, I win a three-day trip to the Marosa worth 50 thousand dollars. But when I go to claim the prize, the person in charge stuffs a cheap stuffed toy into my hands instead. The price tag shows that it is worth five dollars. At the same time, the intern, Katie Thorpe, suddenly cries out in surprise, "A three-day trip to Marosa? I'm so incredibly lucky!" I step forward to question them, but the organizer blocks my way. "Katie is Mr. Cosby's girlfriend. This prize has already been decided in advance. I suggest you do not make trouble." She looks me up and down mockingly and says, "If you anger Mr. Cosby, you better watch out. You'll lose your job in this company." Not only am I not afraid, I am even tempted to laugh in her face. I immediately make a phone call. "Grandpa, I have made up my mind. I do not want to keep struggling alongside Vincent Cosby anymore. The wedding is canceled. Withdraw your investment from his company."

⚠️ WARNING! 18+ This book contains strong 30 Erotic collection sexual content, explicit language, taboo themes, and mature situations intended strictly for adult readers. If you are under the age of 18, please do not read further. Reader discretion is advised. You have been warned. December is cold… but these nights are burning hot. From forbidden family secrets to dangerous holiday temptations, Dirty December: Dripping Wet delivers thirty sinful stories filled with obsession, lust, betrayal, and unforgettable nights. Behind the Christmas lights and falling snow are people giving in to their darkest desires billionaires who always get what they want, bosses who can’t keep their hands to themselves, and strangers who turn one snowy night into a delicious mistake. Every story is fast, addictive, and impossible to resist. One minute it’s an innocent family dinner… the next, someone is making very dirty promises under the table. Santa isn’t the only one coming to town this December. Perfect for readers who love forbidden tension, possessive men, holiday heat, and wicked late night fantasies that leave you breathless long after midnight.

I had been married to Natasha Bates for ten years, and not once did she ever join me for our family's Independence Day cookout. This year, on the night before the celebration, I finally gathered the courage to ask if she wanted to come. She scoffed and said, "What are you, stuck in the past? Who even celebrates the Fourth with a family dinner anymore?" Yet that very evening, I saw a social media post of Natasha with her male best friend, Stanley Rogers. They were quite intimate in the picture, and the caption read: [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] I commented back: [Hope you two lovebirds make it official soon.] Stanley did not hold back. He messaged me a bunch of intimate photos of the two of them. Then, he added, [You're just a leech living off his wife. What right do you have to question anything about Nattie?] Everyone always thought I was a gold-digger living off Natasha's success. However, they all forgot that I was the sole major shareholder of the company. This time, I’m done staying silent.

At the Mercer family's annual dinner, I accidentally wore a couture gown that belonged to Lucian's late wife. The eight-year-old boy I had raised myself, in front of every key member of the Family, threw a glass of expensive red wine all over my pure white dress. He just stood there, his cold, condescending expression a mirror of his father's. "Don't think you can become the mistress of this house just by dressing like my Mamma." "I swear, when I'm old enough to take over the family business, I'll make you disappear for good!" The cold liquid soaked through the fabric, clinging to my skin. But I felt nothing. My heart had frozen solid the moment I signed my life away eight years ago. I looked at the child I had raised as my own for eight years. There was no anger. The faintest smile touched my lips. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You won't have to wait that long, my little lion. I'm leaving, and it will be very soon."

For the hundredth time, my dad hints at us that he really wants to become a grandfather during New Year Eve's dinner. Lydia Cooper, my wife who has insisted on living a childless life for the past decade, just smiles before placing more food on his plate. After dinner, she ducks out to the balcony and murmurs into her phone, "Be good, now. Mommy will visit you a few days later." I can feel my blood running cold in my veins as I stand in the living room with a glass of water. As I approach Lydia, I do my best to keep my voice light and teasing. "I just heard you say the word 'mommy.' Do you have an illegitimate child out there somewhere?" Lydia rubs her nose, her tone now awkward. "You might be hearing things. It was just my friend's child…" My heart plunges into my stomach pit at her words. I've been in love with Lydia for ten years. It's only natural that I know how she acts whenever she's lying.

It was not until after I married Bennett that I found out he had a clingy little childhood friend who loved to play the victim. On the very first day of our marriage, at dinner, I simply asked Bennett to pass me a bite of food. She immediately exploded. "Holly, you're disgusting! Bennett already used those utensils, and you seriously asked him to serve you food? What, don't you have hands?" I froze, completely blindsided. Before I could even react, Bennett put down his spoon and went straight to her, wrapping her in his arms like she was the one who had been wronged. Then he turned to me and said I should just get my own food from now on. However, honestly, wasn't it normal for a husband to serve his wife a bite? What was so outrageous about that? I barely got a word out before Bennett shut me down in a low, firm voice. "That's final. If Rosie doesn't like it, then we're not doing it. End of discussion."

At the Davenport family dinner, I arrive wearing the same dress Tucker Davenport's true love once wore. His face darkens immediately. He glares at me coldly and orders that my dress be burned on the spot. "Damn it, Willow, can't you show a little self-awareness? Shelby might be too naive to notice, but there's no way I'm letting you appear like this in front of her." The intense heat rushes toward me as the flames consume the fabric. A sharp, burning pain shoots between my legs, crashing over me like a tidal wave. The pain drags me under, but I suddenly jolt awake, barely able to gasp a plea for mercy. Tucker doesn't spare me a glance. He simply turns away to help Shelby cut the cake. Days later, he finally remembers I exist. "As long as you behave and don't bother Shelby again, you'll still be Mrs. Davenport." I stare at the burns on my legs as my tears dry up. I refuse to beg any longer. I'm done being Mrs. Davenport.

The girl, from a middle-class background, used to work as a maid for a very wealthy family — the second or third richest in the country. While working there, she had a quiet relationship with the family’s second son, but it didn’t last because he was insecure and kept their love a secret. They broke it off. Later, she left that job to find herself and ended up working at a new company, where the CEO secretly fell in love with her. After a dinner together, she became pregnant, and although she didn’t love him, she agreed to marry him after her mother’s persuasion. The rich ex-boyfriend (the second son) finds out she married another CEO. He’s angry, not just because she moved on, but because he believes this CEO is using her to get back at him. But what he doesn’t know is… the CEO actually truly loves her. So now she’s trapped in a love triangle: A marriage she didn’t choose out of love A man from her past who never gave her the respect she deserved And her own heart, caught in between.

~SLOW UPDATES~ "Let's enjoy ourselves tonight...” * Verona thought she was going to have a great night with the guy she met at the nightclub on her twentieth birthday. Who would have thought, amid their passionate lust in a hotel room, that the man suddenly vomited blood and died? Frightened, Verona left the body right away and asked her parents for help. To keep her out of trouble, Verona's parents send her to a reputable campus in a small town. But again fate surprised her because, in that city, Verona met the man who she thought was dead! * Lev always makes love to naïve young women because they were easy to fool and make them easy to prey on. But that night misfortune befell him for the first time when the woman who was supposed to be his dinner made him die and he almost lose his life. After escaping death, Lev vows to kill the woman if they meet again. His oath came true sooner than expected, because the woman came to the small town where he lived, and even went to the same college as him!

Vera is a kind, sweet and beautiful 21 year old, with a heart of gold. Her Venta Black irises have the ability to Pierce through any façades she loves her family and will do anything for them but what happens when that is put to the test. without any knowledge of the secrets that lie behind the façade of her perfect family, Vera is forced into a marriage of convenience with the notorious mafia Don Julius Chrysanthos, the head of the ruling Spanish mafia. Julius is the head of the mafia, the mafia Don. he has no time for emotions, trivial things like women he has no time for gimmicks he calls emotions. but at first glance her gaze Pierce through his tall defences leaving him flushed. He is cold and devilishly alluring she is beautiful and shy he is ruthless she is kind he is sinful she is pure he is intruiged and attracted to her innocence and ethereal beauty, she is confused by his way of life one dinner changes and alters both their lives to never be the same again.. want to know how they cope when secrets are revealed, their love is put to the test by the dangerous world the fate of the mafia Don is destined to be bound by, will they survive? will they triumph? follow the journey of the Mafia Don's Wife...