Just a kiss

Modern

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

Mafia

"I dare you to kiss any man in this club, Bluey," Sasha's friend remarked with a smirk, causing my heart to skip a beat instantly. This moment reaffirmed my decision to avoid games like truth or dare, I reflected as I rose from my seat and walked away from the table where Sasha and her companion

Young Adult

▪️BFF ROMANCE▪️ "You don't need a boyfriend Kaelyn, I told you, you have me..." Zayn said huskily. Wanting to make sure that I understood his intent, I found myself saying, "I remember, but you'd also remember that I said that I wanted a real boyfriend." "I wasn't joking, I plan to show you thi

Mafia

The bustling streets of Accra were alive with the usual midday rush. The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows that danced across the pavement. Among the throngs of people, Adaora Okoro walked with purpose, her heels clicking against the concrete as she navigated her way through the crowd.

LGBT+

Love is a beautiful thing in the sight of those that valued and cherished it . It's a moment I wanted all my life , But My case is quite different and confusing, Thou love hurt that much , Going through pains to be strong for our loved ones . ( Paused ) it's quite amazing we have different sacrific

Romance

Prologue:-Last week I discovered a stack of cards and letters from ***. Before I tell you how we met and the way our love story unfolded, I thought I’d begin by sharing one of the letters he wrote to me. This one, discovered just days before what would’ve been our 12th Anniversary, was written to

Romance

It was a damn mistake, just one freaking kiss. She had explained. Nobody had listened, their mind was already made up, she's getting married to the prince and that's all!. Karina Collins is just a simple type of girl. She's not from a rich home neither is she from a poor home. Karina works at a cof

Romance

Lovies!! How will you feel when the only one who can make you stop crying is the one who made you cry? And when you realized he made your heart ache? How many times can your heart break until there no more pieces to break? Bullied by many Already because of her poor family Background,mostly

Romance

Bitterly swallowing all the torment, betrayal, and false accusations she had been suffering, Wendy arose like a phoenix from the burning ashes. What hadn’t killed her had crafted her from steel. She would make those who caused all her pain and agony, pay for what they had done to her. However, a r

Romance

Nathaniel Cole is not your typical billionaire. As the brilliant owner of S.A.T.F.A.R., a cutting-edge science and technology company, he spends his days focused on revolutionary innovations rather than the luxuries of wealth. But behind his success lies a carefully guarded secret-Nathaniel prefers

Billionaires

Dear Lyon, Lyon, my love. I have to admit I was afraid of you because you have multiple personality disorders. At that time I have no idea how much you loved me until I was killed by my fiancé on a rainy night. After I die, I was floating in the air and saw you roaring in the dark painfully as you h

Romance

"You...You what?" Kastriv examines my husband with an unforgiving, ice cold gaze. "I want to fuck your wife. And you're going to let me." *** Aspen has a secret. A dark one, that few know. One of those people is her abusive husband, who is hunting down those like her, threatening to reveal her s

Adventure

"You are not my child. "You don't belong in this family! "trash!" "Gross!" "What a disappointment!" "Ugly and trash!" "You're disgusting!" "You don't belong in this school, b*tch!" I let out a deep sigh as I recalled the hurtful words they hurled at me. Whether at home or school, it was the s

Romance

Brianna Bennett is a witty fun girl who likes to party and socialize. She gets a job at Empire Groups Michael Craine is a billionaire in his forties who in his life has work hard to be where he is now. Brianna begins to work for Michael because of the differences in their lifestyle, they find it d

Billionaires

Sophia Rivera has always relied on her own grit and determination to carve a name for herself in the cutthroat world of art. At 29, she's on the cusp of success, managing an exclusive New York City gallery. The last thing she needs is distractions-especially in the form of Alexander Pierce, a devast

Mafia

Dr Isabella's desire to avenge her parents' death lands her T the doorstep of Gabriel Santos, the most dangerous mafia Lord. All in a shocking twist, she ends up forced to marry the man she swore to kill, all thanks to the secret contract signed by her parents five years ago. Now Isabella is forced

Romance

Love me or hate me either way, I will fuck you every night. **** I needed to be inside of her again so desperately that the moment she moved enough that her legs parted, I couldn't help myself. She was already wet again, and my cock slipped inside of her with shocking ease. Her right heat gripped m

Young Adult

My SAT prep book felt heavy as I approached Jake Peterson' s front porch for our usual Tuesday session. Tutoring was my reliable income, essential for my college fund. The front door stood ajar, and a muffled thumping from upstairs hinted at something unexpected. Suddenly, my vision warped, inund

Modern

The phone call came on the hottest day of the year. My son, Leo, was locked in a scorching car by my husband' s stepsister, Casey, while my husband, Coleman, stood by, more concerned about his vintage Mustang than our barely conscious child. When I shattered the window to save Leo, Coleman forced m

Young Adult

Aniah Carlotta Quapenco went home with the hope that she will have a peaceful and relaxing vacation but it turns out that she will have a task. After finding out that her sister is pregnant after a one-night stand with someone from Heiberg University, she did not hesitate to create a plan on how she

Billionaires

I was Ava, the unsung architect behind InnovateNext, the tech empire my husband Ethan now helmed. For eight years, I' d been his devoted wife, sacrificing my groundbreaking career and protecting his fragile ego by taking the blame for our infertility. Our Connecticut home was a picture of domestic