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CHAPTER 71: SHE LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE YOU VENUS: I was reading one of my favourite books when the door opened. The sound made me lift my eyes from the sentence I’d read three times without understanding. It was just a romance novel but I couldn't understand how a billionaire and his wife could make their maid get pregnant for him without the maid knowing that he slept with her. “Hey, you're okay?” Maxine said as he walked in.

sweatshirt, which had a small bleach spot that she liked to think made it unique, along with some mismatched fuzzy socks. Her skin was glistening, glossy from the 9-step skincare routine she refused to gatekeep. She flipped another page of The Wilted Magnolia — a tragic romance novel that had slowly but surely been getting on her last nerve. Flip. Gasp. Her wide brown eyes scanned the words like they might rearrange themselves if she stared hard enough. "Oh, HELL no," she said flatly. Her hand shot out dramatically, snatching the book closed like it owed her money. She stared at the cover like it had personally insulted her.

My hands shake as I unlock our apartment door. The weight of what I've agreed to crashes over me in waves - marriage to Henry Ayles, the mysterious third billionaire. The one everyone says is different from his friends. Different or not, he's still going to be married to a lie. Mom's humming in the kitchen - actually humming. The sound stops me in my tracks. When was the last time I heard her happy like this? The two hundred thousand dollars has already changed her. Changed us.

Beatrice After what feels like hours of dancing, my legs have turned to jelly. They might give out any second. This time, Silas is the one to scoop me up into his arms and I melt into him. We leave the pulsing chaos of the club, slipping behind dense bushes and towering trees that seem to guard a secret. Nestled there, almost swallowed by the lush greenery, is a sleek condo. I didn't realize just how sprawling this island really was. Silas's offhand comment about Atticus living here suddenly makes sense; this isn't just a getaway, it's their private home.

I closed my teary eyes knowing fully well that I will not be able to escape his clutches tonight. ************************ Disclaimer: This novel is fictional and solely my imagination thus any resemblance to anything is purely coincidental. I am against violence and the theme does not reflect my views or beliefs, it is purely for entertainment purposes. This is R-rated novel containing mature theme and strong language so read it at your own risk. This novel contains violence, abuse, rape scenes, forceful relations and extremely dominant ML. If any of these topic triggers you then please DO NOT read ahead. I will not tolerate insults and bashing of either me or the novel. You are WARNED..!!

His face visibly softened for a split second and then immediately hardened again. Hi guys! I'm Madi, I'm from Australia and I love to read and write! I'm a self proclaimed writer and adventurist. I love nature and exploring the boundaries of fiction. Thank you for reading my stories! "Let me show you your new office" he led me down the hall to a silver door with a name plaque hanging on it 'Miss Madeline Slate'

The deep timbre of his voice sent a sudden shiver straight down my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "I... I'm Vanessa. I was told to come in for an interview," I managed to squeeze out, my voice barely a whisper. My fingers twitched around my purse strap as I forced myself to hold his piercing gaze. His eyes narrowed slightly, lingering over the curves revealed by my dark gown. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his lips. "You're the newbie," he stated, casually reaching for a pack of cigarettes resting on the coffee table. The woman beside him flashed a faint, cynical smile, picking up a lighter to spark the tip for him. He pulled in a deep drag, exhaling a plume of grey smoke that c

she asked. Alvin smiled, ready for a kill. "I recently read this novel by a New York Times bestselling author who goes by the name AdelleX. The title of her novel is 'The Woman's Dark Secrets.' I think all women have dark secrets that they are trying hard to keep buried within the four corners of their minds. Am I right?" Briana rolled her eyes. "And does the book satisfy your craving for juicy stuff and endless drama?" Alvin looked at her, wearing a surprised expression on his face. "How did you know that I like juicy stuff?"

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Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha