The Time He Desires

The night my husband, William Costello, was assassinated by his enemies was supposed to be a celebration—our wedding anniversary. I was dressed in his favorite red dress, waiting for him, when the phone rang. "Mr. Costello was shot at the harbor. The bullet went through the back of his head. He died on the spot." I collapsed to the floor. I clung to his belongings, mourning for a week straight. We even lost our unborn child during this time. Everyone said William and I were true love. Even the Don himself came to the funeral, resting a heavy hand on my shoulder with a sigh. He said, "All of Blackhaven knows you were the only woman he ever loved." Grief nearly destroyed me. I stood at the river's edge, ready to follow William into the afterlife. However, I overheard my sister-in-law, Emily Hawkins, leaning into my brother-in-law, Jones Costello, her voice dripping with a twisted affection. She purred, "William, I love you so much. Between Nina and me, who do you think is sexier?" "Of course it's you, babe!" came the husky reply. I stood frozen, my eyes wide and my body trembling. Why was Emily calling my brother-in-law by my husband's name?

"You will pay for that debt, Richy Lane. With your body..." -Azazel Reedan Fontana *** Hindi akalain ni Richy Lane Dizon na ang natitirang mana na lamang niya mula sa kaniyang yumaong ama ay ang malaki nitong pagkakautang sa bilyonaryong si Azazel Fontana. Lucky for them, please note the sarcasm, Azazel is obsess with her twin sister, Richy Lou. And as a payment for their father's debt, her twin needs to marry the cold and ruthless billionaire. Iyon nga lamang, sa araw ng kasal ay tumakas ang kaniyang kapatid at nakipagtanan sa nobyo nito, na siyang hudyat ng pagkasira ng kaniyang buhay. Dahil upang mapunan ang kahihiyan na ginawa ng kapatid, siya ang kinaladkad ni Azazel sa simbahan upang pakasalan! Ngayon hindi lamang ang utang kailangan niyang harapin, kundi pati na rin ang araw-araw na galit ng kaniyang asawa.

It was almost New Year. I had just withdrawn money from the bank when I noticed that the amount on my passbook didn't match the cash in my hand. I counted carefully—my passbook showed a different figure than the five thousand dollars I was holding. Frustrated, I turned and went back to the counter to find the teller who had handled my transaction. Clutching the receipt, I tried to be polite. "Excuse me, I think there might be a mistake with this transaction." Instantly, she snapped, pointing her finger at my nose. "Don't you know that once you leave the counter, we are not responsible for any discrepancies?" I waved my hands, trying to explain. "No, wait, look again. I clearly withdrew five thousand dollars, but on my passbook, it shows…" She cut me off impatiently. "When you filled out the form, it was all right there. Once you leave the counter, it's not our problem. You signed the form yourself, confirming everything. Are we supposed to correct it every time someone claims a mistake after leaving the bank?" I froze. No wonder she kept repeating that the bank isn't responsible after leaving the counter. She thought I had come back to ask for more money. What I was really trying to explain was simple: I withdrew five thousand, yet my passbook showed that I deposited five thousand.

I thought I was the Conti family's "legitimate wife." Until the day I saw it with my own eyes, my husband, Christian, resting his hand on my stepsister Emma's bump belly, gentle like he was cradling the future. Everyone told me to be "big-heated": when the baby was born, they'd put it under my name, make him call me Mom, because the family needed an "heir." Even the private doctor they hired announced it in front of everyone—steady heartbeat, and from the ultrasound, it looked like a boy. I didn't cry and didn't make a scene. I just picked up the phone and told my lawyer to initiate the divestment. Twenty-four hours later, Christian's cards were frozen, his projects got their loans yanked, and assets started getting seized— That's when he finally understood: he hadn't betrayed a wife. He'd betrayed the lifeline of the entire family. But what I really wanted to know was— When he dropped to his knees and begged me to come back, would I tell him— I had already picked out his grave?

"Open your legs for me, Anna!" "You're crazy! My husband is outside, Diego!" "That was the deal, right? You have to serve me whenever and wherever I want!" Diego exclaimed, immediately slipping his hand under Anna's skirt and playing there. *** Six years ago, rich Anna married poor Diego. Anna's family separated them by slandering Diego and throwing him in prison. Six years later, Diego, a former convict, has become a successful businessman, while Anna's family has gone bankrupt. In order to save the company and to pay for her mother's medical expenses, Anna had to be willing to satisfy her ex-husband's wild desires.

WARNING: mature content ahead. If you are below 18years, please abstain from reading this story. If you find the content unsuitaitable for you, don't continue reading. DARK DESIRES: Forbidden romance stories is a collection of short steamy stories. Let's explore those toe-curling sensations together. Forbidden things tend to be more fun, right? if you agree with me, join me in this journey. NB: This work is not a sole creation but a partnership between two authors. Author Winnie Wamae and Redbutterfly

Elena Carter once had everything, a brilliant career, a respected name in medical research, and a family she believed was worth sacrificing everything for. As a pioneering pediatric immunologist, she was on the verge of a breakthrough that could save thousands of children suffering from a rare and deadly genetic disorder. But for love, she walked away from it all… choosing to become a wife, a mother to a fragile child who depended on her for survival. She believed her sacrifice meant something. However, she was wrong. Her husband, Marcus Thorne, lies a truth Elena never dared to see, a truth that begins to unravel the night a stranger sends her a message that changes everything. What starts as suspicion soon turns into something more devastating than betrayal. It isn’t just about another woman. It’s about stolen time. Broken promises. A decision that will cost Elena more than she ever imagined. When tragedy strikes and the truth finally surfaces, Elena is forced to confront a reality so cruel it shatters everything she once believed in love, loyalty, the man she trusted with her life. With nothing left to hold her back, she walks away. But she doesn’t leave empty-handed. She takes with her the one thing that still matters to her. Years later, she returns… no longer the woman he once overlooked, but a force the world cannot ignore. A doctor who saves lives. A woman who rebuilt herself from ashes. Fate brings them face to face again Marcus is left with a truth he can no longer escape: The woman he once took for granted… Is now the only one who can save what he holds dear. But some losses don’t fade. Some wounds don’t heal. And this time. Elena Carter may choose herself.

Berawal dari pertemuan Yuna dengan seorang pria asing dalam gang kecil, kehidupan Yuna yang dulunya biasa-biasa saja kini berubah. Pria itu membawa di ke dunia yang berbeda dan ajaib, entah apa alasannya. Adelion yang merupakan raja dari tempat itu terus memaksanya agar tetap di kerajaannya, bagai burung dalam sangkar. Yuna tak menyukai hal itu. "Aku Harus Pergi!!"

I wasn’t even pregnant, yet I ended up popping abortion pills like they were candy. It was all because in my past life, the moment my widowed sister-in-law got pregnant, every single side effect of her pregnancy became mine. She strutted around happily with her big belly, consuming spicy tamales, while I was rushed to the hospital for violent nausea and stomach pain; she showed off her flawless skin in crop tops every day, while my stomach broke out in hideous stretch marks. When I told my husband what was happening, he just shoved me away impatiently. “Enough with the jealousy! My brother’s dead, and she’s carrying his only child. Of course, I should look out for her. Do you really have to put on such an act?” After that, my sister-in-law went even further. She kept testing her limits during pregnancy and even ate a mango she was allergic to. And me? I went into anaphylactic shock, landed in the hospital, and nearly died. Doctors couldn’t explain it. They just brushed it off, saying I was overly jealous and it was all psychological. Later, my sister-in-law tried to brand herself as a “hot single mom”. She went live, belly and all, to show off her weight-loss workouts. She jumped around for three straight hours. And me? My uterus literally gave out, and I hemorrhaged to death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the exact day she first announced her pregnancy.

For four years, I worked three jobs to support my husband, Edward Godfrey, while he chased his PhD and battled ALS. And somehow, in all that time, I'd never stepped foot on his campus. Not because I didn't want to. Every time I brought it up, he had some excuse ready. When graduation came, I asked to go to his hooding ceremony. He shut it down fast. "It's just a formality. A bunch of lab nerds. You'd be bored. Once I bring the diploma home, we'll have a candlelight dinner." I didn't argue. Just helped him straighten his doctoral gown. But I couldn't hide how excited I was. So I dressed up. And secretly followed him. Onstage, Edward stood beside his wheelchair, voice thick with emotion. "I want to thank my wife. She stood with me in the lab, even while pregnant, helping me grind out countless precious data points." I froze. My hand pressed against my flat stomach. Cold crept down my spine. For four years, I'd busted myself raw to support his PhD. I went from the girl everyone on campus admired to a fish seller, reeking like seafood every day. Worked so hard I miscarried twice. So who exactly was this "wife" he was thanking?