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She apologized crying,"Sorry."" Let's fulfil your wish. From this onwards, you will entertain me just like you claimed," he whispered in her ear. With this one sentence, her world collapsed in front of her. " Strip for your master, right now," He commanded smirking. How would you feel when you are just about to get married to your girlfriend, another woman appears from nowhere and claims to be your wife? What will be your girlfriend's reaction? She will break up, won't she? That's what happened with Ajax, a 25-year-old billionaire mafia heir. His girlfriend broke up with him on their wedding day when an unknown woman came from nowhere and claimed that she is his wife! After losing his girlfriend the only thing he could think about was that wedding breaker. He swore to make her life hell who is responsible for his heartbreak. So, who was that woman? What was her intention behind this? Why did she claim to be Ajax's wife? Did she have any enmity with him or was there something else?

A comedy of errors, that offers second chances for first love in this BDSM Mafia, Reverse Harem Romance. In that moment of embarrassment, fear and dread, I do the unthinkable…….. I jump into the black clad stranger's arms, and kiss him with all the drama of a soap opera. Yes, I meant it to be for show to avoid my stalker, but .....Let’s just say it’s not all fake when I practically swoon like the well-to-do British lady I’m impersonating. “Renfield tricked me,” I pant, pointing my shaking finger at the obnoxious blonde man, literally crying, this is all so hysterical to him. “Dracula's spell is too powerful. I can't fight it, go! Go find Van Helsing!" How did this happen? Nicky! That’s right, this is all my orphan brother, Roman Nikolai Cross’ fault! Ever since that tweedle twap jerk named me after the bad luck stray cat outside our orphanage, there is no end to the comedy of errors that is my life. I was hoping to avoid the so tragic it’s funny or so funny it’s tragic stigma with my second chance on life, but no such luck with his latest shenanigans.

“Valerian!” a cry came from outside and my feet rushed to the door, my body having recognised the voice before my brain could comprehend what was happening. I yanked the door open and almost broke down crying at the sight before me, “Queen Lyla!” Bethany gasped from behind me. I scooped her into my arms, my eyes searching for any unwanted presence before rushing her into the living room. “Valerian put me down, we don’t have much time!” she rushed out the command as she struggled to get down. Silently obeying, I put her down, taking note of how she looked and it wasn’t pretty. Her hair, that was always neatly made, looked like a bird’s nest; twigs and leaves hanging from the knots. Her long white sleeping robe dirty and bloody from her waist down, she looked a royal mess; with a bunch of blankets wrapped around her upper half. “My Queen, what happened?” Beth asked as she handed me my medicine bag.

To help Sean pay off his high-interest loans, I sold my house. He hugged me tightly, crying, and promised to marry me on next year's Valentine's Day. It happened to be Valentine's Day when I paid off the last of his debt. However, what I saw shattered me—he was in bed with another woman. He arrogantly mocked me: "What are you staring at? You're not much different from her, are you? Go buy some rubbers for us." That's when it hit me—he had lied to me. Later, I agreed to marry the man my parents had chosen for me before they passed away. On the wedding day, Sean and his friends came to mock me: "Ella, do you think that I'll marry you if you just wear a wedding dress and follow me around? You're so shameless!" However, everything changed when the priest announced the exchange of rings. At that moment, as Sean's uncle knelt and placed the ring on my finger, I saw a flash of fear in Sean's eyes.

Come here, King's heavy voice echoed, and she jumped. Fear was evident on her face. "I have to go home" Her pleading voice echoed in the room. She was ignoring King's words. How was it possible? He got up from his seat and came in front of her. "Where to go?" He leaned towards her and asked. Seeing his eyes changing color, she took a step back but the next moment her hair was in King's grip. A painful scream came out of her mouth. "Please leave me alone. What did I do to you?" She was crying badly. King was enjoying her condition. She was badly hurt in his grip. "Leave me alone." She was tormented. "If you obey me, l'll get you out of here soon," he said, leaning close to her face. Name of King Elam in Vampire Word, People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him.

She heard the door click open but it wasn't Nicolai. It was lucifer. Her eyes widened in fear as she got up from the bed. Lucifer walked towards her and she stepped back, her eyes started watering recollecting the event of this morning. She tried to run out of the room but lucifer catched her and locked her in his arms. "Shh... I am not going to hurt you, stop struggling..." She stilled hearing his angry voice. Even if he didn't wanted to hurt her, She wasn't ready to trust him. Lucifer let her go and started stripping, her heart started racing seeing that and she ran towards the door but it was locked. She tried to open it but couldn't. Her lips trembled as she felt his breath on her neck. "You can't escape from us, baby... Never..." He lifted her up walking towards the bed and she started struggling. Lucifer gently placed her on the bed and by now she was a crying mess. He was only in his trousers and that was not helping her either. ******** Three evil hybrids and one innocent mate. How is it going to work? But they clearly know that she is innocent but not weak...

I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger. Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order. I hated the way he spoke to me. I hated the way he watched me more. But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect. The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple. Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending. At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t. At dinner, he whispered against my ear, “If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now.” I should have slapped him. Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe. He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured, “Open for me.” “Keep your eyes on me.” “I want you shaking for me, not for him.” Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred. Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made. My ex wanted me broken. Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him. And the worst part was how easily I let him. Santa didn’t bring me a miracle. He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands.

BLURB : BREAKING: Popular love song Musician Kai Rhodes Involved in Serious Automotive accident. My heart, which had been beating steadily with the purpose of The Crusader, suddenly lurched and stalled. I frantically clicked the alert. The article was a bare-bones summary, but the key was buried deep: Sources confirmed the accident occurred approximately one week ago, and his team has been desperately trying to suppress the news. The severity, which includes a serious, career-threatening injury, has finally leaked due to pressure from his major sponsors. It wasn’t a fresh accident; it was a crisis that had just become public. His team had lost control. I felt a sudden, sickening jolt… not of grief, but of something far colder and more professional. The Critic immediately recognized the opportunity. This wasn’t just traffic; it was a phenomenon. This was the kind of explosive exclusive that could secure my foundation’s future tonight. The thought sent a jolt of exhilaration, a dark, professional thrill that instantly made the idea of a simple “dick appointment” tomorrow feel small and dull. Before I could even process the professional implications, a new, more specific, more focused email notification chimed on my main computer screen. The subject line was simply: RE: Kai Rhodes Coverage. The sender was Ethan Cole. Thirty days of servitude as the personal assistant to the world’s most damaged rock star: Kai Rhodes, her entitled, hostile step-brother, whom she has publicly skewered for five years. Kai is a furious, wounded wreck since his mysterious accident, and he’s trapped on a luxury tour bus with Anya, the one woman who embodies everything he hates. And, when the contract ends, one of them will fall. Which price will Anya ultimately pay: the price of silence, or the price of truth?

“Hands on the wall, and stick your perfect ass out for me,” Cole demands. I lean my sweaty palms against the concrete slab and step my feet apart, bracing myself, as I bend my torso until I’m at a ninety-degree angle with my ass and torso parallel to the floor. Cole lightly slaps one of my redden ass cheeks, and a flame of desire mixed with pain bursts through my body. Everyone is gathered around now, watching. “Fuck her hard, Cole!” Someone yells. “Wreck her little pussy!” “Fill the little slut up!” All the taunts and comments are making me blush with embarrassment while my pussy gets wetter. •°• What begins as a sugar baby deal soon becomes a whirlwind of rough spankings, wicked bondage, and pulse-pounding group encounters, threesomes, foursomes, even gangbangs that leave Jacqueline trembling, breathless, and begging for more. As a top physics student, Jacqueline never expected her reply to a sultry ad would drag her into Cole’s orbit, a cocky financier whose magnetic charm was a trap and whose control was absolute. Every lash of his whip, every ruthless thrust, and every scorching gaze pulls her deeper into his dark world—a world where secrets simmer and desire burns hotter than she ever imagined. Now Jacqueline is caught between the thrill of surrender and the fight for her soul. Will she rise from the ashes of her corruption, or will she give in completely to his iron grip? Content Warning: Packed with BDSM, free-use fantasies, edging, humiliation, tantalizing toys, double/triple penetration, and flashes of F/f heat woven into blazing M/f seduction, Punished by Passion is not for the faint of heart. This is danger, desire, and dark romance at its most addictive, enter only if you dare.

Gabriella Halim woke up in a luxurious room she didn’t recognize. When she looked in the mirror, she nearly fainted. Her face was still beautiful, but… more mature. She was no longer the twenty-year-old girl she remembered—she had become a thirty-year-old woman. Even more shocking, she had been married to Adryan Lewis for five years, a young, ambitious, and notoriously cold politician. Gabby immediately realized one thing: her husband hated her. Cold glares, cutting words, and an impenetrable distance left her bewildered. What had happened in the past ten years? Rather than crying or pleading for love, Gabby chose a different path: enjoying the luxury she now had. A grand house, wardrobes full of designer dresses, and an unlimited bank account. Why bother chasing love when life could be this comfortable? But the world of politics was never simple. Public scrutiny, rival political intrigues, and scandalous gossip forced Gabby to take on a role far greater than that of a mere “trophy wife.” And as Adryan began to notice the dramatic changes in Gabby, the question remained: would his hatred persist, or could it transform into something he never expected?