"Every breath he takes, each strand of his hair, every touch on his skin and the only air he will breathe is me. You're just a lowlife and a slutty nanny, he'll never choose you over me!" Ivy yelled, digging her fingers into Elena's hair. "What you have is obsession, Ivy, not love. You only want him as a possession, but I love him as a person. My love is going to win against your madness." Elena winced, and a blinding slap landed across her face that she saw pitch-black. Ivy is not going to stop chasing after her late sister's husband, Mateo Walton, a billionaire business tycoon who enters into a contract marriage with his son's nanny, Elena. She wants to own him and would kill to take Elena out of the picture. Meanwhile Elena helps Mateo heal from Isabel's memory, and she captures his heart in the process. He starts to cross the boundaries of their contract marriage due to his affection for her. Will Elena's love for Mateo transcend Ivy's obsession and give them a happy ending, or will Ivy justify her obsession in the end and win Mateo's heart?
"I'm coming to you, baby. Please don't give up and let's get through this together. I love you." He husked.
His hands squeezed the steering, increasing the speed limit of the Maybach with a cellphone trapped between his ear and shoulder.
He heard her groan in agony. This time the doctor spoke, "She's finding it harder to push by each second without your presence, and we're running out of time, Mr. Walton."
He breathed, "Do everything possible to save my wife, please doctor, I'm almost there." Tears shimmered in his eyes as she howled in pain again while he hung up.
His vision blurred as he overtook a truck, not knowing it was a U-turn junction and, like in a trance, he collided with the truck's giant tires.
The last thing he remembered was dizziness while his car somersaulted.
"Master Walton?" His eyes flew open, migraine shooting up his skull, he sighted Kent's vague image leaning over him.
"Kent? Where am I?" He sprang up in alarm.
"My Master is awake, Doctor!" Kent exclaimed and turned to him.
"You were in an accident, Master, don't you remember?" A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes as he jumped to his feet, grabbing his jacket.
"Where are you going to, Master? You're still a patient." He shot a murderous glare at Kent.
"Get me my damn clothes, Kent. My wife is still in the hospital, she needs me!"
Kent trembled with a lowered gaze which made him suspicious.
"Have you turned deaf?!"
"Missus is d...e...ee
He gripped Kent's collar in impatience.
"Spill it, damn it!"
"Missus is dead," Kent confessed.
He slowly released him, staggering backward with a dead expression.
The world seemed to twirl around him, firing stray bullets into his whole body as he saw just one color.
Red, the sign of death.
His world was painted with a deep red color since his soul died along with hers, and he became a walking corpse throughout her funeral.
He neither spoke to anyone nor gave anyone a chance to speak to him, leaving all the funeral arrangements to his valet, Kent.
But he occasionally gave small smiles to the only light she left behind, which was their newborn baby.
The sole reason why he was still breathing. Kent sorted out his son's welfare by introducing a young, fragile girl to him.
He doubted if she even had the bones for the job but hoped for Kent's assurance and interviewed her.
She mumbled every answer to his queries and couldn't hold a stare at him that frustration ticked his being.
"If you need this job, you need to speak up, so I won't blindly hire a dumb person."
"Elena!" She suddenly corrected in a high-pitched voice that startled him, but didn't show much in his expression.
"That's it! That's how you should speak, but not so loud next time Se... Uhm Elena. And I trust you're experienced with babies in fact, Kent told me your agency claims you're a professional."
"Yes Sir, I love babies." She confirmed with a broad smile.
"Just call me Mr. Walton and you can start tomorrow," he said.
"I'll start today if you permit me, can I?" She seemed enthusiastic about starting such a tedious job, which baffled him, as most nannies preferred toddlers to newly born infants.
One week into the job, he was blown away by her expertise and her preciseness when it came to his son's health and happiness. She took on the role of a parent instead of a nanny that it relieved him so much except for one fateful morning.
She broke his wife's portrait hung on the wall while cleaning.
"Who told you to touch that! He exploded and she instantly broke down in tears.
"I can get a new frame arranged today, Master." Kent chimed in through the doorway.
"Selena loved that frame Kent. Will you take responsibility for her mistake?" He fired back and turned to leave, but Kent's crisp voice halted him.
"But Missus' name was Isabel. Who's Selena, Master?"
He pivoted to meet Kent's dumbstruck look, which made him challenge his memory.
"You don't remember, Master?"
"I'll go get your pills then." Kent added when he noticed his bewildered look, which he was trying to hide.
Shame flushed through his body and he yearned to stab his guts.
How could he have forgotten his wife's name? He only lived for her memories, yet he didn't even remember her name?
"Get out! Both of you!" He snarled.
They both scurried off for a second, and he slowly crouched to pick up her photo from the broken glasses.
"F**k can't even remember your name. I'm so sorry." He cursed, as a lump rose in his throat. Unexpectedly, a voice shrieked from behind.
"Mr. Walton, Justin isn't breathing!" Jolted, he scrambled to his feet, seeing her puffy eyes and shivering body.
"What happened?" He stammered, approaching her with a pounding chest.
"I think he's..... she paused to wail, and he violently shook her shoulders.
"What!"
"I think he's dead." She trembled.
Unable to utter a word, he dashed into his son's room, a knife piercing through his heart at the sight of Justin's limp body in a crib.
"No, no, no please, no, don't leave Daddy." He pleaded, taking his son into his arms as a tear dropped from his eyes.
Soon, the ambulance blared outside, Kent and Elena hurried in, and they all went to the hospital.
"Thanks to the admission of CPR to your son by his nanny, unless he wouldn't have made it alive." The Doctor revealed.
Elena saved his life. Justin was his life. There couldn't be a better mother figure than her. In his eyes, she was perfect.
!!Mature Content 18+ Erotic short stories!!! "Let's play truth and dare shall we?" She challenged. Alan didn't need to ponder about it, since his life was going to end anyway. It's not such a bad idea to play games with his neighbor-enemy- a sexy b***h at that- With a decisive gaze, he met her eyes. "I take the dare." He uttered and Gia had a mischievous smirk as she rubbed her palms slowly, Explore a realm of steamy, dripping hot one-night sex between next-door neighbors who deemed themselves as enemies. On the sideline, they nurture the dirtiest, sexiest, and naughtiest fantasies about pleasuring their crushes. The lustful tension becomes palpable as these hotties ogle at their next-door neighbors through the window until they surrender to their repressed, dark, unapologetic, and tempting desires. Watch as the boundaries between sexual attraction and hate blur in exciting ways.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”