Yandere Family X Reader

เธอสนใจในความเจ้าชู้ของเขา ส่วนเขาก็อยากเป็นเด็กเลี้ยงของเธอ เมื่อคนสองคนมีความต้องการเดียวกัน จึงมีความสัมพันธ์ที่ไม่ได้คาดคิดเกิดขึ้น “ไม่ว่าจะสั่งอะไรนายก็ต้องทำ” “ตามบัญชาเลยครับ”

'2 ปี กับการเป็นนางบำเรอของเขา..' "เธอมันก็แค่ผู้หญิงที่เอาตัวเข้าแลก ผู้หญิงอวดเก่งอย่างเธอ นอกจากตัวแล้วก็ไม่มีอะไรดีทั้งนั้น" นี่คือคำพูดเหยียดหยาม ที่ได้ยินมาตลอดปีกว่า และทุกอย่างมันกำลังจะจบแล้ว

ใครจะไปคิดว่าผู้หญิงที่เคยมี One night stand ด้วย จะกลายมาเป็นนักศึกษาฝึกงานที่บริษัทเขา ทั้งเธอยังทำเป็นจำเขาไม่ได้อีก งั้นเขานี่แหละจะเป็นคนรื้อฟื้นความทรงจำให้เธอเอง

Four years ago, Nancy Jacobs broke Andrew King’s heart. She walked away from the tech billionaire, Andrew King to protect her family and their unborn child. She built a quiet life away from his reach, until a car accident leaves her son needing a rare blood type…. Andrew’s. Now she’s forced to face the man who never forgives and never forgets. Andrew is furious to learn he has a son, and he’s not letting either of them out of his sight again.

The yacht that my parents and my younger sister, Amanda Portman, were on exploded in the middle of the sea. None of them survived. Despair and heartbreak fill my senses when I'm faced with an empty home and an astronomical debt. Just as I'm about to jump off a rooftop, I see comments appearing before my eyes all of a sudden. "The truth is, your parents have won a jackpot of 300 million dollars. They've taken Amanda on an overseas trip for some fun!" "Heheh! Amanda doesn't even know that the so-called poor and blind boyfriend, whom she's just broken up with, is the heir of the Wright family. He's just pretending to be poor around her." "Once Amanda comes home after spending all of her money, she will get imprisoned by the enraged Mr. Wright as a form of punishment." "Hey, cannon fodder! Hurry up and die already! I can't wait for Amanda to make her glorious return!" It's at that moment I decide not to die. That night, I barge into Xavier Wright's rented apartment while completely drunk and drenched.

"กลับมาคบกันไม่งั้นฉันจะบอกพ่อแม่เธอเรื่องคืนนั้นที่ฉันเอาเธอแล้ว"

คนไม่ได้รัก ต่อให้เอาเชือกมามัด ก็ไม่มีทางรักอยู่ดี...

Damien had been stuck in a night from five years ago when he had a night with a random lady. For some reasons, he couldn't get her off his mind and vowed to find her. But that would be hard. With only her face in his memory and no name, how would he find her? As coincidences, fate, destiny, and a certain connection pull them, with each passing moment, closer to each other, they realize that they had been right under each other's noses all along. "Do, you really think.it was just a night stand?" The older woman asked and the two youngsters were thrown into instant confusion. Eleanor was sure that the only reason she went to the bar was because she was angry and needed a place to vent it out. And to her greatest knowledge, no one forced her to it. Damien too. He was at the Castle of Wine because he needed a quiet place... away from work. So... What was it...? ***** And, when they find out that it wasn't just a nightstand they shared, but infact, had a lot of things in common apart from the kids, only then would they realize... The journey just begun…

After the Ritualist declared that Amber would not live past 18, I, a perfectly healthy girl, became the Misfortune Vessel. When Amber broke a leg, my left leg was crippled. When Amber tried to kill herself with shards of glass, the tendons in my hand were severed. I could no longer hold a pen. From childhood to the present, every wound meant for Amber landed on my body. She never stopped testing how far she could go. Skydiving from two miles up. Chasing sharks in deep water. Survival expeditions to the extreme North. Every choice courted death. I cried. I screamed that it hurt. My brothers refused to allow it. "Enough already. It's just a small injury. How could it hurt that much? You're too delicate." "If it hurts, then endure it." So I endured until the day I turned 18. That was when the Shared-Sense System found me. I enabled family sharing, and every single one of them went insane.

Before our wedding, my fiancée, Sarah Hargrave—a professor of medieval history—held a private ceremony in a secluded chapel in the countryside. But not with me. Under the glow of candlelight, she cradled Benjamin Wheeler—her first love, his face gaunt from the cancer consuming him—in her arms. Her smile was soft, almost reverent, as she murmured, "In the eyes of God, vows made before the altar are the only ones that matter. Even if the law says I belong to Daniel, my soul was never his." And so, to the faint echo of hymns and the scent of old incense, they drank from the same silver cup, exchanged rings, and stepped together into the dimly lit sacristy—their makeshift bridal chamber. I watched. Silent. Motionless. No outbursts, no demands for explanation. Just the quiet dialing of a clinic to undo the vasectomy I'd gotten for our future. From fifteen to thirty, I had loved Sarah for fifteen long years. But in all that time, there'd never been room for me. That space had always belonged to Benjamin, my stepbrother. So I let her go. Afterward, I joined a geological research team bound for the isolation of Antarctica—a land cut off from the world, quiet and clean. Before I left, I handed Sarah a divorce agreement…and a final gift to mark the end. I never anticipated that Sarah, who'd always met my devotion with frosty detachment, who'd never once glanced back as I walked away, would look ten years older overnight.