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THIS BOOK CONTAINS NUMEROUS SHORT EROTICA AND FORBIDDEN STORIES AND IT'S NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. "This..this is so wrong.." Octavia's words turned into a song of moans, as she arched her back, her mouth wide open covered in drool and her eyes rolling continuously. "Does Bernie fuck you the way I do?" A deep baritone voice asked followed by the slapping of skins. "No..no." Octavia stuttered, pleasure rushing through every part of her body. "Does he give you as many orgasms as you want?" Came the baritone deep voice again which made her stomach flipped. "No, Romania. Only you do." ........ Octavia thought she has acquired everything she wanted. A loving boyfriend, a stable job, lovely friends and so on, but her sex life was nothing to write home about. Her boyfriend made her feel loved, but when it comes to orgasms, he always made her frustrated. Things changed when Octavia boyfriend's older brother, Romania, came in. He gave her as many orgasms as she wanted and when he speaks, her core throbs. But Octavia is thrusted in a situation where she was forced to chose between her love life or her sex life.

I was four months pregnant, a photographer excited for our future, attending a sophisticated baby brunch. Then I saw him, my husband Michael, with another woman, and a newborn introduced as "his son." My world shattered as a torrent of betrayal washed over me, magnified by Michael's dismissive claim I was "just being emotional." His mistress, Serena, taunted me, revealing Michael had discussed my pregnancy complications with her, then slapped me, causing a terrifying cramp. Michael sided with her, publicly shaming me, demanding I leave "their" party, as a society blog already paraded them as a "picture-perfect family." He fully expected me to return, to accept his double life, telling his friends I was "dramatic" but would "always come back." The audacity, the calculated cruelty of his deception, and Serena's chilling malice, fueled a cold, hard rage I barely recognized. How could I have been so blind, so trusting of the man who gaslighted me for months while building a second family? But on the plush carpet of that lawyer's office, as he turned his back on me, a new, unbreakable resolve solidified. They thought I was broken, disposable, easily manipulated – a "reasonable" wife who would accept a sham separation. They had no idea my calm acceptance was not surrender; it was strategy, a quiet promise to dismantle everything he held dear. I would not be handled; I would not understand; I would end this, and make sure their perfect family charade crumbled into dust.

The jagged glass bit into Amelia Hayes' s cheek. "Help me," she choked into the phone, but her husband, Ethan Caldwell, snapped: "Amelia, for God' s sake, I' m in a meeting." A sharp blow, then darkness. She awoke not in her blood-slicked car, but in her opulent master bedroom, the calendar marking three months after her wedding. Three months into a marriage that had already begun to kill her. Ethan stood by the window, his voice softening, "Yes, Jessica, tonight sounds perfect." Jessica Thorne, his true love, the shadow over Amelia' s first life. The familiar ache in Amelia' s chest gave way to a chilling, new fury. For seven miserable years, she had given Ethan desperate, unyielding devotion. She endured his coldness, his brazen affairs, his emotional abuse, all for a flicker of his attention. She had become a shell, a caricature, ridiculed by Ethan' s circle and condescended to by his family. The profound injustice, the sheer blindness of his indifference, was a bitter pill. Her heart, once broken, now felt nothing but a hollow echo of unrequited love. Then, at a gala, a cruel act involving Eleanor' s ashes, and Ethan, without hesitation, shoved Amelia, his accusations echoing: "You are a disgrace." He comforted Jessica while Amelia' s head reeled from the impact. That was the final straw. No tears, no anger. Just a cold resolve. She delivered a small velvet box to his penthouse. Inside: the wedding ring and a divorce decree. "I. Want. You. Out. Of. My. Life. Forever," she stated, her voice clear. She was reborn to be free.

My life with Ethan Cole, the charismatic tech CEO, was perfect. I was his beloved wife, carrying our first child, convinced I was the center of his universe. But when my father fell ill, Ethan disappeared from my life, only to reappear in a crushing photo: his arm intimately around my successful cousin, Olivia Hayes. My world shattered. The betrayal ran deeper than I could have imagined. I discovered I was merely a meticulously chosen stand-in, a grotesque copy of Olivia, the woman he truly loved. He even desired our child to have *her* features, a living link to his obsession. Every tender gesture, every shared dream, was a calculated lie, meaning my marriage, my love, and my pregnancy were all built on his monstrous deceit. A cold rage blossomed within me; how could I have been so blind? He believed he owned me, that I would never leave, especially with a baby on the way, confident I was a compliant fool. He was terribly wrong. I would not be his vessel, his substitute. When he least expected it, while he was still flaunting his obsession, I quietly underwent an abortion. Then, using his arrogance against him, I meticulously orchestrated my escape, securing my divorce and vanishing without a trace. He thought he was playing me; I showed him exactly who was being played, leaving him a devastating truth about his own making.

*Warning* This book contains explicit content and it's rated 18+. They can be read as standalone as they are all age-gap romances. Hope y'all are ready for a pleasant ride. xoxo. "Oh, please, sir. Please, fuck me!" I screamed in delirium. The heat from him disappeared for a moment, and I was sad and scared. Where did he go? What had I done wrong now? But he returned, sheathed and ready to plunge into me. "Oh, thank God," I said breathlessly. He chuckled a little; slowly he slid in, adjusting me on the sink, aligning me to his dick. Each thrust sent me further into a manic need to come. Perhaps I was screaming, because his hand covered my mouth. For a brief moment, I was frightened. I was panting so hard it blocked my need to breathe, but then his voice was in my ear. "Come for me, bluebird."

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My husband, Liam Walker, threw an anniversary party – not for us, but for his vibrant new girlfriend, Chloe Vance. I was just the caterer, forced to serve them in his opulent penthouse. Five years ago, my parents’ drunk driving killed his entire family. For these five years, Liam has systematically destroyed me. This party was just another testament to his calculated cruelty, as he toasted to 'leaving the past behind,' his eyes boring into mine. He watched Chloe 'accidentally' scald me, only to rush to her side. My heartfelt gestures, like baking his favorite cake, were met with contempt and tossed into the trash. He believed every one of Chloe’s lies, accusing me of violence and even forcing me to donate a kidney to save Chloe after she 'fell' under my 'attack.' He left me to rot, bruised and barefoot, among the graves of our families. His vengeance was absolute, a torment I couldn't escape. Why did he hate me so profoundly, yet chain me to his side? What untold agony drove his every cruel impulse, and what was the true cost of surviving such a monster? I was tired, so tired. So I jumped from the Blackwood Bridge, embracing the cold bay. "It's over," I whispered. But instead of oblivion, I woke, gasping, to a miracle. It was the day before the accident that took his family. The day before our lives crashed. We had a second chance, but could a broken past ever be truly mended?

My family owed the Vances, a debt etched invisibly deep into our lives. Years ago, I’d even donated bone marrow to Julian, Richard Vance’s son, the boy I once hero-worshipped. It felt like a small repayment, tying me deeper into their world. Then Julian came to me, his handsome face etched with worry. “Mia,” he urgent, “It’s Cassandra. Her kidneys are failing. You’re a perfect match.” He was asking for another piece of me. In that suffocating moment, a brutal vision slammed into me: Cassandra dying, Julian’s monstrous rage, my life systematically destroyed, culminating in my suspicious death from his calculated revenge. The horror of this terrifying premonition stripped away every shred of naivety. How could the man whose life I’d saved, whose family saved mine, be capable of such monstrous malice? Survival became my only thought. I looked at him, not a hero, but a potential destroyer. “Alright, Julian,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “I’ll do it. But I have conditions. This will be the final repayment. A legally binding contract for complete severance of all ties, and a substantial sum for my complete disappearance. My ticket to freedom.”

Ava Monroe lived in an opulent gilded cage, haunted by her mother's death, caused by her father's mistress and her conniving daughter, Chloe. Her only solace was her stoic bodyguard, Ethan Knight, for whom she harbored a forbidden love. But then, she uncovers Ethan's devastating secret: he's a hidden billionaire, and his unwavering adoration is reserved entirely for manipulative Chloe—the very half-sister who embodies Ava’s deepest pain. This shocking betrayal escalates as Ethan coldly dismisses Ava, publicly shames her, and even orchestrates a brutal, anonymous beating, pushing her towards a desperate marriage of convenience with a comatose man, Julian Hamilton, as her only means of escape. How could the man sworn to protect her so utterly abandon and brutalize her, worshipping her tormentor with such blind devotion? The sting of his callous discard and Chloe's smug triumph fuels Ava's bitter resolve, leaving her reeling from an incomprehensible series of betrayals. As her arranged wedding looms, a shocking truth about Chloe’s malicious past shatters Ethan’s illusions, unleashing his terrifying, vengeful wrath and sending him on a desperate, explosive mission to reclaim Ava, pitting his destructive obsession against the miraculous awakening of the man who now offers her true, peaceful salvation.

Thanksgiving at our Palo Alto mansion always felt like a picture-perfect scene. My five-year-old son, Leo, innocently reached for a cookie offered by Chloe, my husband Ethan' s glowing, pregnant sister-in-law. Then, horrifyingly, Leo started gasping for air, his small face turning a terrifying shade of blue. He was deathly allergic to peanuts, and Chloe' s feigned shock, "Oh my god, I had no idea!" was chilling. Ethan, my powerful tech mogul husband, immediately turned his furious gaze on me. "Sarah, how could you be so careless? You know about his allergy!" he roared, for all our wealthy guests to hear. At the hospital, while Leo fought for his life, Ethan comforted a tearful Chloe outside. He sneered at me, "Amelia would have been a better mother," then forced me to endure an invasive stem cell donation for Chloe' s high-risk pregnancy. I woke up, groggy and sore, just in time to hear the doctor confirm I' d likely never conceive again, followed by Ethan' s chilling response: "Good. She doesn' t deserve more children." "Good." That word ignited a cold, sharp fury in my veins, extinguishing any remaining hope or loyalty. Was I merely a disposable placeholder in this gilded cage, forced to sacrifice my body for the very people who had deliberately harmed my son? The injustice burned hotter than any physical wound. They thought I was broken, that I' d crawl back. They were wrong. My wedding ring felt like a brand, not a bond, as I slipped it off and handed Ethan the divorce papers. My escape, meticulously planned, had just begun, and the world was about to see what happens when a broken woman rebuilds herself, stronger and utterly ruthless.

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