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"Congratulations Mrs Amberlyyn, you have been declared positively pregnant and you are already 2 months pregnant." In fact, she could only feel the happy news that Amberlyn received for a moment. If only he hadn't come home that day, perhaps this unfortunate incident would not have happened to him. Amberlyn died at the hands of her husband, after catching him having an affair with her best friend, Stella. "If I were given a second chance, then I would avenge all my revenge, and would not want to marry a bastard like him." Amberlyn's last words before she closed her eyes, who would have thought that God had given her something special, Amberlyn came back to life, but Amberlyn livedback 3 years.So, will Amber be able to really change her destiny, while Amber will be reunited with the people who hurt her in the future. So, how does Amber get her revenge?

Contenido adulto. Explícito. Provocador. Entre el placer y el peligro, no hay reglas, solo límites por poner a prueba. En este segundo volumen de la serie Tabú, el deseo adopta nuevas formas y el cuerpo se convierte en territorio de entrega, dominación y secretos inconfesables. Cada relato se sumerge en un universo distinto: lujuria a media luz, sumisiones consentidas, fantasías que arden en la piel y juegos que desafían la moral, el poder y el placer. Hombres y mujeres se despojan no solo de la ropa, sino también de las máscaras. Ataduras, vendas, órdenes susurradas y gemidos prohibidos: nada aquí es inocente. En “Tabú: Ataduras & Pecados - Fetiches”, el fetiche es rey y el pecado, una invitación. Prepárate para perder el aliento, cruzar fronteras y descubrir el lado más crudo e irresistible del deseo humano. Tabú: Ataduras y Pecados - Fetiches no es solo una lectura. Es una rendición.

Divorciados y vueltos a casar. Ya ni sé cuántas veces Aaron y yo hemos pasado por lo mismo. Antes me trataba como si yo fuera lo más valioso para él, pero no había pasado ni un año de la boda cuando me pidió el divorcio por primera vez. La razón era sencilla: Vivian iba a regresar. —Vivian es una figura pública —me dijo—. No quiero que nadie piense que se está metiendo con un hombre casado. Esa actriz de cuarta no era nadie si no fuera por el sacrificio de su padre. Le dieron un balazo que iba para Aaron. Una vida por otra. Y por eso, Aaron sentía que le debía todo. Cada vez que Vivian volvía al país, Aaron se divorciaba de mí. Y cada vez que se iba, nos volvíamos a casar. La primera vez que terminamos, ahogué mis penas en whisky y volví a su casa a tropezones, medio borracha. Las luces de la casa se veían cálidas. Estaba con ella. Y yo me quedé afuera, temblando de frío, resistiendo la noche entera. La segunda vez, le seguí el rastro a todos lados; restaurantes, subastas, galas de beneficencia, solo para “encontrármelo por accidente” una y otra vez. Con el tiempo, aprendí. En cuanto mencionaba el divorcio, yo hacía mi maleta en silencio y me iba de su mansión sin hacer ruido. Mi amor y la humillación me mantuvieron atrapada en ese ciclo interminable de rupturas y reconciliaciones. Pero esta vez, cuando Aaron me esperó en el registro civil para volver a casarnos, no fui.

Giorgo Romero, el Don de la familia Romero, cayó en una emboscada tendida por un demente suicida que llevaba explosivos atados al cuerpo. Cuando eso ocurrió, mi esposo, Fabio López, y sus hombres ya se habían marchado a un desfile de moda con su amor de la infancia, Reina Digiorno, para escoltarla y protegerla allá. En lugar de presionar el botón de señal en mi anillo, me lancé hacia Giorgo a pesar de estar a punto de dar a luz. Así, con mi propio cuerpo, lo protegí de la explosión. Sin embargo, en mi vida anterior, sí había presionado el botón. Fabio había dejado plantada a Reina para regresar corriendo a la escena y salvarle la vida a Giorgo. Gracias a ese mérito, lo ascendieron al puesto de subjefe. Pero Reina se enfureció con Fabio por abandonarla antes de tiempo y, por pura rabia, cruzó la autopista sin mirar a los lados. Así fue como la atropellaron y murió. Fabio no dijo nada… pero el día en que entré en trabajo de parto, me mandó a una casa de subastas clandestina. —¡El Don tenía a tantos soldati protegiéndolo! ¿Por qué me obligaste a volver, entonces? ¿No es porque solo querías la gloria de ser la esposa del subjefe? ¡Si no fuera por ti, Reina no habría muerto! ¡Debes sufrir mil veces lo que ella sufrió! Yo solo podía mirar cómo los invitados pujaban por mis órganos, uno por uno. Ni siquiera el cordón umbilical de mi recién nacido se salvó de la subasta. Al final, morí por una infección que se produjo mientras me arrancaban los órganos. Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, había regresado al día en que emboscaron a Giorgo.

—Yerno, puedes ser más brusco... Era de madrugada. La mujer madura, desnuda, puesta en cuatro sobre la cama, volteó a verme mientras empujaba sin parar ese trasero redondo hacia atrás. Sus labios carnosos se entreabrían, y esa mirada perdida de deseo era capaz de derretir a cualquiera. Un día antes, ni en sueños habría imaginado que tendría a mi voluptuosa suegra sometida debajo de mí...

Imagine being born into a wealthy family that thinks you don't deserve a place at the table because you're different. Imagine being told you'll never be loved for who you are. Imagine believing this is true until you meet that one person who doesn't care what the world thinks of you. At 26, Dana Travis had resigned to a life of art and listening to her voice on her small recorder. But when she meets the unusually handsome Alex Logan, a billionaire CEO, who asks her to sign a contract marriage for two years with him, Dana says, “why not?” Imagine your hands stuck in the cookie jar, imagine owning the cookie jar. Like all agreements with an expiry date, Dana and Alex's contract of a delicious marriage ends . . . but not Dana’s feelings. But Alex is a billionaire, while she's . . . nothing, just a pretty girl with a big imagination. Or is she just that? Could Dana somehow get Alex to believe her feelings are true, or is she in this alone? “It was just a contract,” Dana tells herself. “Nothing more.” But it is clear there is more. Dana caught feelings, hard. What woman wouldn't after being deliriously loved by Alex Logan. It was supposed to be a contract, no strings attached. But now there's a whole pregnancy attached, and a heart that beats only for Alex. But Alex seems to have moved on with a new catch, the undefeated beauty, Jodie . . .

I miss out on a call from my fiancee, Lauren Sink, because my phone is out of service when I'm in the elevator. The next thing I know, I receive a text from her, stating that our wedding has gotten called off. "Let's call off our wedding. I don't want to marry you anymore. Gregory isn't feeling well, so I've gone over to his place to take care of him. I don't want you disturbing us." This is the 99th time Lauren has called off our wedding because of Gregory Cooper. But this time, I don't get to plead to Lauren in time because I'm in too much agony from the news. Suddenly, I see a row of comments appearing before my eyes. "Why aren't you pleading with Lauren to stay with you, Cameron? She loves you, you know! She just doesn't know how to convey her feelings for you!" "She doesn't love Gregory at all! She gets close to him and calls off the wedding with you just to make you jealous!" "If Lauren genuinely doesn't want you to disturb her, why would she tell you where she is? Hurry up and please her already!" My heart skips a beat at the sight. So… So Lauren has loved me all this time? But I don't want the love that I can't feel at all.

Freya Salvatore was a young lady who believed everyone has their own freedom of speech. She was never the type to get bullied by others, she was totally a hard nut to crack. But what happens when that believes of hers landed her into a big trouble. She fell into the trap of a cold, heartless, and ruthless mafia lord, who has no sympathy for humanity Noah Maxwell who was the leader of a mafia gang, who his face was hidden by a mask. The world greatest terrorist. A sex manaic. Would he bend Freya to his bidding or will it be the other way round? Find out!

A Biker/Billionaire/Mafia Romance With my fingers gliding across his flesh, I kept contact as I moved around to his back and across the broad expanse between each shoulder. Afterward, I ran my fingers in a soft caress over the nape of his neck—God, how I'd always wanted to touch him in this way—and then began making my way over to the opposite shoulder, shortly coming around to his collarbone. Afterward, with a pivot of my fingertips, and practiced turns of my feet, I came a full one hundred and eighty degrees, facing him again. As I gazed into his eyes, my breathing increased, and I felt myself give a small pant as I moved my fingers down to his chest... Shattered-Way down we Go" - A heart-wrenching tango of love, loss, and redemption unfolds as Marlowe Mills, the daughter of the president for The Sons of Morning Star MC, is secretly in love with Torin Montero, a member of her father's MC, who becomes her father's rival and her silent protector. However her love is torn apart by a brutal betrayal. When the embers of their past reignite, Marlowe finds herself in the treacherous embrace of a Mob boss's son, entangled in a web of obsession and danger. But fate has a twist in store: Torin lives, scarred and driven by his own vendetta. As the lines between love and vengeance blur, Marlowe must choose between the comfort of the shadows or the tumultuous dance of destiny.

Mi mejor amigo me emborrachó para que me acostara con su esposa. Pensé que era una de sus fantasías. No fue sino hasta que lo metieron preso que entendí que eso era solo el principio. Lo que nunca imaginé fue que, cuando salió de la cárcel, me convertiría en cómplice de su muerte.