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"Say that again," he smirks, his hand gently grasping my jaw. "My dear husband," I manage to say, my voice barely a whisper as I struggle to meet his intense gaze. "Oh, I love it when you call me that," he murmurs, before claiming my parted lips in a searing kiss. His hands slide down my thighs, spreading my legs wider, and in one swift motion, he plunges his length inside me. *** Alice's world crumbles when she discovers her husband's affair with her step-sister. The betrayal cuts deeper when he leaves her for his mistress. Desperate to escape the pain, Alice gets involved in a reckless one-night stand with a mysterious stranger, an event that could lead to something even more dangerous.
Alice
I lay on the hospital bed, anxiously waiting for the doctor's verdict. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Brown," he said gently. "But you are not pregnant. Those are just symptoms of stress, and I advise you to take a rest from work."
I swallowed hard and nodded my head.
"But... did you find anything wrong with me?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. "Is there anything wrong with me? Why can't I get pregnant?"
"You're alright, Mrs. Brown," he said, his tone sympathetic. "We've checked, and your body is quite okay. We don't know the reason why you're unable to get pregnant, but I advise you to bring your husband in for a check-up, just in case."
My thoughts swirled as I processed the doctor's words. I wondered what my husband's reaction would be. Would he want to do it? Would he even care?
Lately, I'd noticed a change in his behavior, and it filled me with worry. We were three years into our marriage, and this sudden shift was unsettling, leaving me feeling sad and uncertain.
I still needed to persuade him to get checked, but the thought of confronting him made my stomach twist into knots.
"Did you hear what I said, Mrs. Brown?" he asked, breaking my thoughts.
"I will convince my husband to get checked," I said, nodding my head.
The doctor smiled and replied, "Yes, please do. I'll be awaiting your return with your husband."
I nodded, feeling grateful. "Okay, thank you." With that, I stood up and walked out of his office.
As I stepped out into the bright sunlight, I decided to check my ovulation calendar. I remembered downloading an app to track my cycles, and I quickly pulled it up. As I scrolled through the screens, I realized that I was actually ovulating today.
A surge of hope filled my chest. This could be our chance. I quickly grabbed my phone and sent a text to my husband.
"Hey, I just checked my ovulation calendar, and I'm ovulating today. How about we try tonight?" I typed.
I set my phone aside and hailed a taxi, which picked me up and drove me away.
Eventually, I got home, and as soon as I pushed the door open, I heard an unsettling noise. At first, I froze, wondering what it could be. But as the sound continued, my curiosity turned to alarm. I cautiously approached the source of the noise, my heart racing with every step.
I could finally decipher the sound. It was unmistakably a pleasurable moan, and its unashamed loudness made my ears ache.
My eyes widened in horror as I pushed the bedroom door open. What I saw made my blood run cold. My husband was on top of my stepsister, their bodies entwined passionately. They were having sex!
I felt like I'd been punched twice in the gut. My voice trembled as I managed to stammer, "What... what is going on here?"
But my husband and stepsister didn't even flinch. They simply turned their heads towards me, their eyes locking onto mine. Then, in a shocking display of audacity, they continued their act, as if I wasn't even there.
And to my utter dismay, my stepsister continued to beg for more, her voice a sickening mixture of pleasure and desperation.
"More, baby, more!" she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist as he thrust deeper, the sounds of their passion filling the whole room.
I felt like the biggest fool on earth, standing there, frozen in shock and watching them. Tears burned down my cheeks as I struggled to comprehend the kind of betrayal unfolding before me.
I finally found my voice, screaming at my husband, "What's really going on?? You both have the effort!"
I pushed him off my stepsister, my mind racing with anger and hurt.
My husband stood up, casually zipping up his pants, and had the audacity to yell at me, "You should have knocked!"
"Knocked?" I muttered, staring at him, incredulously. "This is our bedroom, for crying out loud! What do you think you were doing with my own stepsister?"
I turned to my stepsister, my voice shaking with rage and disappointment. "And you? What were you doing with him? How could you do this to me?"
My stepsister was the only family I had left. After our parents passed away, we had only each other. I had always trusted her, considered her my little sister. But now, I felt like I didn't even know her.
What made it even harder to bear was the big smile spreading across her face, utterly devoid of regret.
I glared at my stepsister. "Get out of my room!" I spat, trying to keep my temper in check.
But she just stood there, a bold smirk on her face. "I'm not going anywhere," she said, her voice dripping with insolence.
My eyes widened in outrage. "Are you insane? Have you suddenly gone crazy!" I lunged forward, ready to physically drag her out, but my husband caught my arm.
"Stop, Alice," he said calmly as if trying to make me understand.
I spun around, my brows furrowing. "What's going on here? Are you taking her side now? I'm trying to give you another chance here, just so you know," A cold chill ran down my spine as I searched his face for answers.
My husband sighed, a tired look on his face. "Alice, we need to talk,"
I gulped heavily, nodding my head as my eyes filled with hot tears. "Yes, we need to talk. Explain yourself, ask for forgiveness, promise me you won't make this mistake ever again. Just say something, please!"
"It's not about that," he said, letting out a groan. "Look, things haven't been good between us for years, even before we got married, this marriage was already over."
My eyes narrowed, a lump forming in my throat. "So, what are you saying now?" I whispered, my voice trembling.
His expression was firm, his eyes filled with a determination that chilled me to the bone. "I'm saying it's time for us to move on. And I want to move on with her."
I burst into tears, pleading with my husband. "Is it because I've not been able to get pregnant? I'll give birth, I promise! I went to the doctor, and they said everything is fine. We can try today, please! Besides, I'm on my ovulation."
However, his expression turned cold. "You think there's something wrong with you? There's nothing wrong with you, Alice. It's me."
My tears slowed, confusion etched on my face. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice vibrating.
He sneered, his words dripping with venom. "I've been taking precautions, Alice. I've been using drugs to ensure you wouldn't get pregnant. I never wanted a child with you. I never wanted to create a family with you right from the start."
Horror washed over me, my eyes widening in shock. "Wha... What. Why.. Why would you say that?" I stammered.
His voice was laced with malice. "Because I don't love you, Alice. I never did. My heart belongs to someone else – my first love. When I first set my eyes on her, I saw that she was the one."
My face contorted in shock, my mind racing. "Who are you talking about?" I whispered, hoping it was not what I was thinking.
He smiled cruelly, his words slicing through me like a knife. "Your stepsister,"
"What?" I exclaimed, acting like I wasn't expecting that.
"I was surprised when I found out she was your stepsister on our wedding day," he explained. "Anyway, we've been carrying on our affair for months now ever since she accepted my feelings for her."
My face crumpled, tears streaming down my face as the truth sank in, shattering my world into a million pieces.
WARNING: BOOK FOR MATURED AUDIENCE ONLY. CONTAINS HIGH EXPLICIT SCENES!! You think you could resist the flirtatious Jayden Harper? Even his strong headed step-sister couldn't... or did she? *** Allison and Jayden, step-siblings, fall into an erotic forbidden romance, unleashing a passionate love that could either heal their deepest wounds or expose the dark secrets of their troubled past.
"Oh my," he smirked, his fingers tracing circles on my trembling thighs. "You're already so wet, yet you pretend you don't want this..." My innocent eyes remained fixed on him, my lips frozen in silence. "Now, spread your legs for me, Nurse Eva," he commanded, his tone firm. "It's time to have me treated..." *** After being wrongly accused and rejected by her mate, Eva Chapman finds herself entangled with a mysterious Alpha who saves her from her misery. He takes her in, offering refuge from the ridicule she faced, but at a steep price. Desperate for revenge against those who wronged her, Eva agrees to care for the Alpha like a nurse tends to her patient, even if it means surrendering to his desires.
"Enough!" Ethan cried out, his voice raw with emotion as tears streamed down his face. Fernando's hand pressed against his chest, pushing him forcefully against the wall. "What's the matter?" Fernando taunted, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against Ethan's skin. "Do you think I have feelings for you?" he scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. "Or perhaps you believe yourself to be a woman?" Ethan, overwhelmed with anger and despair, raises his gun to Fernando's face. Fernando, unperturbed by the threat, closes the distance between them and forcefully kisses Ethan, asserting dominance and control. *** After Ethan Clark's sister is allegedly killed by cold and arrogant billionaire Ferdinand Moore, Ethan is determined to seek justice and uncover the truth. He infiltrates Fernando's world as his bodyguard to unravel the mystery. As Ethan investigates deeper, he faces conflicting emotions and discovers a shocking secret that changes everything. This thrilling tale explores themes of revenge, romance, and redemption in a world where nothing is as it seems.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule - no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn't looking for a relationship. She's focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
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."