"Excuse me, Sir. May I know the color of your underwear?" Due to a game of truth or dare, Kimberly found herself asking a random stranger such a bold question. Unbeknownst to her, the man she had chosen was her husband of six months, the husband she had never laid eyes on since their marriage. Charlie couldn't stay calm. He had just returned from his business trip, and here his wife was, already trying to cuckold him. The cunning CEO made up his mind there and then to spoil his feisty wife. Consider leaving him? No way!
"Kimberly, you've lost!"
The cards laid out on the table revealed a pair of matching Ace of Hearts, indicating that the player must accept the punishment as per the rules of Truth or Dare.
"Okay, I lost." Kimberly Powell conceded with a shrug, taking a sip from her glass of martini. "What's my punishment?"
She glanced nervously at Millie Walsh, seated opposite her, and added, "Just don't make it too harsh."
Millie chuckled mischievously, swirling her wine. "Kimberly, it's a rare sight to see you at the bar, and even rarer to see you lose. Let's make this one memorable."
"What? What is it?"
Kimberly felt unsettled under Millie's gaze.
Millie was known for her plethora of tricks and her lack of mercy when it came to playing pranks.
"You need to go to the door, find a man, and ask him about the color of his underwear. And remember, you have to verify it with your own eyes."
"No!" Kimberly replied promptly, rejecting the idea outright.
Millie narrowed her eyes and stared at Kimberly.
Sighing, Kimberly pleaded, "Millie, let's pick something else. This is too much."
"Too much?" Millie raised her glass, scanning the room with a confident gaze. "Does anyone else think it's too much?"
"Not at all!"
"Absolutely not. I think it's too tame."
Their friends in the room were eager to please Millie.
Kimberly felt the urge to flip the table in frustration.
Then, a realization dawned on her, and she blinked. "Millie, I would find this punishment quite fun if it were in the past, but now..."
She offered an innocent but helpless smile. "You know, I'm married. My husband wouldn't approve."
Marriage! That was a convenient excuse!
Kimberly felt a sense of pride in her cleverness and wanted to applaud herself.
But Millie scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "Your husband?"
Leaning in close to Kimberly, Millie lowered her voice. "He's been absent for six months since you two got married, and he was recently photographed at a charity event with Melina Shaw, who just won the Best Actress award."
Millie then unlocked her phone and opened a photo to show Kimberly. "I was at that event too, and I have high-definition pictures."
Kimberly's gaze immediately fixed on a tall, handsome man standing in front of a woman in a long dress. His smile exuded grace and nobility.
A sudden chill flooded Kimberly's heart, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it.
She felt a twinge of disappointment settle within her.
Standing up with determination, she declared, "Fine, I'll take the punishment. Just wait."
Millie leisurely sipped her wine, a smirk playing on her lips. "Go on then."
Kimberly approached the bar door, her pulse quickening. It was too late to back out now.
Taking a deep breath, she peeked outside and spotted a man.
Looking down and concealing her face with her hand, she approached him.
"Excuse me, what color is your underwear? Can I see?"
No answer came.
The man seemed to be stunned.
From her vantage point, Kimberly could only see his handsomely crafted, expensive black leather shoes.
Anxious, she twisted her fingers and considered asking another man if he kept silent.
Just as she was about to lift her head to look at him, she heard the man's clear and pleasant voice.
"You can if you want. But how will you repay me, Mrs. Hussain?"
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...
Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”