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After I was falsely accused of being a third wheel by a fake heiress, she hired a group of people to corner me in the delivery room under the pretense of giving me an intervention. "How dare you, a shameless mistress, hope to secure a place with your child!" "Today, I'm going to make sure that b*stard in your belly is gone for good. Let's see if you dare get into my man's bed again." The group blocked the delivery room door, their faces twisted with malice as they refused to let the doctors deliver my baby. I begged them to let me go, but they only laughed cruelly and forced me down in front of a camera while I struggled through labor. They forcefully pulled the baby out of my belly and killed him right in front of me. I clung to my child's lifeless body, sobbing hysterically, while they posted my miserable state online with the caption, 'This is what happens to mistresses.' Later, I exposed her fake heiress status and revealed the dirty secrets of her and those people who were allegedly giving me an intervention online. Relentlessly attacked by netizens until she had nowhere left to turn, she ended up begging me for forgiveness. I pointed to the edge of the rooftop and said, "Jump, and I'll forgive you."

Ralantsoa Andriamifidy a tout sacrifié pour sa carrière. À 34 ans, elle est cadre dirigeante dans l’une des plus grosses entreprises logistiques de Tamatave. Brillante, rigoureuse, et intransigeante, elle fait peur autant qu’elle impressionne. Ses collègues la surnomment “le Dragon du 5e étage”, et personne ne s’attarde à percer la carapace de celle qui vit pour l’efficacité et méprise les bavardages. Mais l’ordre parfait qu’elle a instauré s’écroule doucement avec l’arrivée de Ny Aina Andrianisa, le nouveau directeur du département, transféré depuis Tananarive. Lui, c’est le soleil. Charismatique, chaleureux, un mot gentil pour tout le monde. Il serre des mains, rit aux éclats, et transforme les réunions en cafés-débats. Et surtout : il est bon. Très bon. Trop bon. Entre eux, c’est un duel silencieux. Une guerre de principes, de regards, de silences lourds et de remarques feutrées. Ils sont tout ce que l’autre déteste. Pourtant, quelque chose crépite sous les apparences. Et si cette tension cachait autre chose que de l’agacement ? Dans un décor tropical entre mer et béton, dans un monde où les apparences sont tout, Ralantsoa et Ny Aina vont devoir choisir entre le contrôle… et le cœur.

My husband Bill and his beautiful assistant Doris are laughing and eating like they're on a first date. But the joke is on me... I'm here, Bill's wife, watching them from across the room, tending to my flat belly where a little life is now living. Of course, Bill doesn’t know about the baby yet. The news is still fresh in my mind, barely a few hours old. It is supposed to be a family dinner gathering, but I'm never the welcome one but an outsider. Watching Bill take the steak cut and handed over by Doris, his young age best friend who knows him the best, I guess I'm spoiling their fun by telling them now that I'm having a baby. Three years of marriage, and his frequent absences from the family left me feeling overwhelmed and alone. I've even forgotten the reason we got married. Maybe it was a mistake to begin with. Finally, I made a decision. Divorce. But a man came along and shifted things dramatically. And it didn't occur to me that this man was still deeply connected to bill's family. He was Bill's uncle.

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"Babe, what’s happening here?" I blurted out, my voice shaking as I tried to make sense of the scene before me. Jeffrey turned, his face hardening as if I was a stranger in my own home. "What does this look like to you?"he snapped, rising from the bed with a fierce look in his eyes. He walked toward me, gripping a piece of paper as if it held all the power in the world. "Sign the divorce papers!"he said, shoving the document toward me like it was a blunt instrument. "B... but babe!!" I stammered, my mind racing with disbelief. "Will you shut up and just do it already?" His voice was ice-cold, cutting through my confusion like a knife. Each word stabbed at my heart, making me feel like I was on the verge of falling into an abyss.

Celia Beatrix Montemayor was just an ordinary girl until she met a stranger that changed her life. She fell inlove. She regrets the fall. This was the first time she have fallen inlove, and it was the wrong fall. A love that's impossible.

makapaniwala si Kobe na sa isang iglap, biglang siyang ikakasal. Kasalukuyan na ini-enjoy palang niya ang pagiging malaya dahil sa kaka-graduate pa lang sa kursong kinuha nito. At wala pa siyang balak na pwersahin ang sarili sa trabahong binibigay ng kanyang ama. Isang hindi kilalang babae ang pakakasalan ni Kobe, na ni minsan ay hindi pa niya nakilala. Hindi rin niya matandaan sa mga naging babae nito ang babaeng pakakasalan. Napuno ng galit ang dibdib pati na ang isipan lalo na ang malaman ang mga kasinungalingan ng babae, kaya para makaganti 'ay sasaktan niya ito ng labis. Para kay Camilla, isa mang kabaliwan ang kanyang ginawa hindi naman niya 'yun pinagsisihan dahil nakilala niya ang isang Kobe Herrera.

“Fuck! Only if your dad knew how fucking bad and naughty you really are. Only if he knew I'm fucking you right now on my bed and you love it." Luca, Stacey's father's best friend said as he kept thrusting into her. Her eyes rolled back, and a shudder tore through her body at his words. “Ahhh! Ohh my goodness! Don’t say that! Ahhh fuck, it’s so dirty!” She cried, but her pussy clenched even tighter around him. "Keep fucking me harder!" He smirked, dragging his dick almost all the way out before slamming it back in, making her scream. “He thinks you are innocent. But right now, you are nothing but a slut for my dick. Look at how you spread wide on my bed, begging me to fuck you harder. Begging me to ruin your pussy” “Yessss!” She clutched at him desperately as her legs locked him in place. “Ohhhh! I don’t care about anything right now. Just keep fucking me!” Stacey caught her father's best friend masturbating with her sexy pictures and vowed to have a taste of his dick. She seduced and got what she wanted. But what happened when she got pregnant not knowing he had a fiancee? Do you love reading steamy, naughty, and filthy romances? Do you love when a dominant man takes control of a horny hot girl? If your answer is yes, get ready for the ultimate erotic excitement that will ignite fire in your ovaries and make you twitch in ecstasy. This novel is a collection of hot erotic stories. Read at your own risk.

Three years after our breakup, I never thought I’d see Connor Rogers again. He was no longer the ordinary man I once knew. Now, he was the head of a powerful corporation. And me? I was broke, scraping by every day just to survive. All the love I once felt for him had turned into hatred, every ounce of pain tracing back to him. I straddled him, naked, driving him wild with desire. Leaning down, I whispered in his ear, “Give me the contract.” The moment his eyes clouded over, I knew I had won. The smile I gave him was one I had rehearsed a hundred times, until it looked real. No one could see what lay behind it: my mother’s death, and the baby I lost at eight months in my womb—our child. Now he was begging me to come back, even defying his family for me. But I... hesitated.

After my father died, the illegitimate daughter he had been raising abroad immediately returned to the country to fight me for the estate. Her name was Alma. I was his only legitimate child, and I even had a will on my side. However, I still failed to keep my rightful inheritance. My fiancé Wayne, who could command the entirety of North City with a flick of his wrist, insisted on helping Alma. He stood protectively in front of Alma’s wheelchair and asked me impatiently, “With the money I gave you, you could buy plenty of houses like that. Are you really so heartless? Why would you fight a disabled person over it?” I confronted him, my voice trembling with disbelief. “Fighting? That house is the only thing my mother left me.” In the end, Wayne helped Alma win the lawsuit. He looked at my red, swollen eyes with a trace of guilt and said, “Jocelyn, I’ll make it up to you in the future.” However, I knew then that there was no more future between us.