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Don Flavio and his little captive

Don Flavio and his little captive

"Just why aren't you killing me also!, you killed my parents already, my fiance! And ruined my life totally beyond repair, You took your bloody revenge as you wanted! I'm just an innocent soul out of all this SO WHY!!!" In immense anger, she pushes back his huge broad chest with her palms but who was she kidding, his body remained stiff, not wavering no matter the forces she puts in it.  However, his lips curled up in a dangerous smirk, and he got hold of her tiny wrist on his chest, gripping it so hard almost snapping it into two. "Aargghhh!!!" She winces out loudly at the hellish pains that follows, her teeth clenching so hard. "You wanna know why?" His thick dark voice echoes out and in a swift, he slammed her back, back on the wall so hard, his huge body towers over her small figure and he raise her gripping hand above her head, pinning it there. His second hand got hold of her neck in a tight wrap, restricting her to breath properly. Her mouth drops opens instantaneously, and her other hand held his hand strangling her, trying to get it away but she knew herself, her little strength was no match for his massive own. As each seconds passes, her eyes grew redder and she stares pleadingly at his cold dark eyes for mercy, gasping for breath at the same time. "Just like you...I was once innocent, just like you, I was just clueless and weak!!!" His voice sounded gruffly to her hearing, with his eyes beaming anger. "But guess what made me the devil I became today...it was all because of what your bloody father told me when I was in the same shoes as yours. I asked him the same question...and that bastard said to me..." His eyes darkened more, and his grip on her neck grew tighter, that he began to raise her up with it. "Arg...arggh..." She gasped more and more for breath. "...'It wouldn't be fun to kill you now kiddo, grow up and come back for revenge, then the real fun begins' " He quoted, his lips curling up in a deadly laughter.                        "So now for your answer, I say to you...'It wouldn't be fun to kill you now little mouse, buckle down and plan your revenge...then the real fun...starts!" He grins wickedly, his dark cold eyes piercing deeply into hers without remorse.
A Dirty Secret With My Best Friend's Dad

A Dirty Secret With My Best Friend's Dad

Content warning (18+): This isn't your clean romance. It's messy, raw, burning with heats and intense. Enter at your own risk. ~~~ I didn't expect to be fucked by my best friend's dad after crashing at their lake house. They were out of the country and I came to recover from a heartbreak, but I ended up riding his cock all night. He rammed into my pussy as I screamed out my lungs, and the next morning, I sneaked out. Did everything to avoid running into him, but I soon find him sitting across the desk as my boss. I tried so hard to resist him, but I couldn't. I fingered myself in my office, shamelessly moaning his name. Turns out he watched through the camera, and he stopped me from cumming as a punishment for avoiding him. But I defied him, this time I cummed, fingers deep inside my pussy, warm sticky wetness dripping down the floor as I cum despite his raging voice through the intercom. Later, I suck him off to make it up to him, his fat thick cock fills my mouth, his precum spread through my tongue, he cums hard, thrusting into my throat. Then he rewarded me, spread me out on his desk and thrust into my dripping cunt, hard, painful, filling me to the hilt. I know I'm going to hell, I might as well just burn, so I let him use me however he wants. I take his cock without a word, spread for him anytime, until his daughter walks in on us.
Enemy or Ally

Enemy or Ally

In the dead of night while the cool breeze blew, a shadow was seen briefly, as if it never existed, never was. What made this shadow different from the others however was the fact that it was a human shadow. The figure of a young lady could be seen briefly at different points at the mansion before disappearing, as if it was a phantom. The figure avoided everyone patrolling in a skillful manner, almost as if it wasn't the first time carrying out activities like this during this unholy hour but then again, what exactly does she want to do. The figure of the lady appeared inside the mansion, she was walking this time, walking like she owns the place as she knew exactly when and where to turn to in order to avoid those patrolling, she had her target, and although she's an assassin, she has her principle and her morals, she won't kill wantonly. "Your dad was a good man, a good friend but he was killed! For what reason? Just because he was successful? They didn't even spare your mom! It's a miracle you're alive but that was their mistake." She could hear the voices of her Boss in her head while walking. Her parents were dead, killed just because of their possessions and she was going to kill them all one by one, she'll kill them in a painful way, very slowly and she saved the best for last too... "This is the breaking news, a report just came in concerning the cold blooded murder of...
My Husband's Secret Son

My Husband's Secret Son

My marriage to Andrew Lester was a fairy tale. I was Maria, a kindergarten teacher, and he was a real estate tycoon, giving me a life of luxury with our beloved five-year-old son, Caleb. He adored us, said we were his whole world, and I believed every word. Until a rain-slicked road in the Hamptons. One moment, Caleb was singing; the next, there was a deafening crunch. I woke in a hospital, searing pain through my body, Andrew' s face etched with what I thought was profound grief. He told me Caleb didn't make it, a tragic hit-and-run. But then, drifting between consciousness and hell, I heard voices outside my room. Andrew' s, cold and stripped of grief, asking, "Is it done?" A surgeon replied, "The liver was a perfect match for your son. Ryan is in recovery." Ryan? My blood ran cold, moments before another chilling revelation: "And the other matter? The hysterectomy was performed as you instructed." Andrew's casual cruelty solidified my nightmare: "Good. Be careful with her when she wakes. My wife is sensitive to pain." My husband, the love of my life, had murdered our son, harvested his liver for a secret child, and sterilized me to ensure that bastard would be his only heir. My world didn' t just break; it had been a calculated lie from the start. Lying there, with the fresh stitches on my abdomen a brutal testament to his betrayal, my grief transmuted into a cold, bottomless rage. He wore our son's handmade bracelet, a symbol of pure love now reeking of ultimate treachery. I knew then: I would endure this monster. I would play his game. And I would take everything from him, just as he had taken everything from me.
Betrayal's Cost: A Husband's Revenge

Betrayal's Cost: A Husband's Revenge

Ethan Hayes was in a late-night board meeting, his tech empire soaring, built on logic and precision. Meanwhile, his beautiful socialite wife, Amelia, was at another party, her laughter echoing, a champagne flute always in hand. He valued loyalty; she had other agendas. That night, a tagged photo on social media confirmed his long-held dread: Amelia, head on a younger man's shoulder, Leo Vance, an art student. This wasn't the first time, but it was the most blatant betrayal. He drove to their penthouse, only to find Amelia and Leo tangled on the couch, laughing. "Ethan. You're home early." Her voice was cool, dismissive. "Don't be scared, Leo. He won't do anything," she whispered, loud enough for him to hear. The final nail in the coffin of their marriage. The next day, what little rage he expected to feel was absent. Just cold clarity. He was done pretending. He met Dr. Maya Sharma, an astrophysics candidate his foundation was sponsoring. Brilliant, resilient, and unfairly defunded. "The truth is, your funding was specifically pulled and given to another, less promising project. Why did you lie about that?" He pressed. Maya confessed her funding went to Leo Vance, because Amelia, on the university board, had pulled strings. The humiliation deepened when he found Leo Vance, Amelia's lover, smugly preening in his private closet, wearing his silk robe. "She said you wouldn't mind. That you're used to sharing." The insult, casually delivered, hit harder than any blow. He wanted to scream. He was a man who valued control, and Amelia had turned him into a spectacle in his own home. He had become a stranger, an invisible guest. He had endured her betrayals for years, choosing convenience over self-respect, and now he was paying the price. But a new path had opened. He funded Maya' s project, and with a cold, calculated smile, set a plan in motion to reclaim his life. "Enjoy the penthouse," he' d told Amelia. "I won't be needing it anymore." This was his fight, and he was ready.
His Fiancee's Lies, His Cold Fury

His Fiancee's Lies, His Cold Fury

The VIP wing of Miller Hospital was supposed to be a place of quiet luxury, a formality before my wedding to Olivia Hayes, the brilliant CEO. Instead, it became a public spectacle when a male nurse, Liam White, launched into a vicious, calculated attack, slandering me with accusations of STIs and a shocking, fabricated abortion scandal involving a married socialite. The whispers from onlookers ripped through the room, tainting my family's name and leaving me exposed, while Olivia, my fiancée, stood by, seemingly prioritizing appearances over my defense. A cold rage simmered within me. How could anyone believe such disgusting lies, let alone my own fiancée? Why was she so passive, almost complicit? Despite the humiliation, I agreed to further tests to clear my name. But the true betrayal struck days later at Olivia' s bridal boutique, where I discovered Liam, the man who tried to ruin me, brazenly wearing my custom wedding suit. He then deliberately destroyed it. Just as Olivia defended him, a quiet whisper revealed the shocking truth: Olivia and Liam weren't just colleagues-they were lovers, conspiring against me, gloating over my pain. In that moment, everything clicked. The muted reactions, the immediate hire, the fierce protection. It was all a lie. The wedding was off. I threw her engagement ring onto a display table, the clatter echoing the shattering of my world. "You' re a fraud I' ve been funding," I told her, exposing her financial deceptions to the stunned crowd. My family' s formidable legal power swung into action. I sued them both, ripping away their carefully constructed facades, watching their alliance crumble into bitter accusations. Their ultimate fate, a desperate struggle ending in a fatal fall, played out on the marble staircase of my new mansion, a chilling, final release. I am free. And now, my story truly begins.
The Price of a Mother's Pain

The Price of a Mother's Pain

Sarah Winchester, the silent matriarch of Texas's vast Winchester empire, lived reclusively, her custom silver-tipped cane a constant reminder of the bullet she took for her son, David. David, who worshipped his mother, now headed the dynasty. But his fiancée, Brittany, a superficial socialite, dismissed Sarah as an inconvenient "crazy old ranch hand' s widow," a relic to be removed before her grand announcement. High on champagne and arrogance, Brittany and her posse stormed Sarah' s guesthouse. When Sarah calmly revealed her identity as David' s mother, Brittany laughed, sneering at her simple appearance. After brutally knocking out Sarah' s loyal housekeeper, Brittany turned a chilling fury on Sarah herself. She ordered her goons to assault the matriarch: breaking her remaining good leg, wrenching her arm, hacking off her hair with garden shears. Sarah, gagged and bound, was then stuffed into a coarse feed sack. In a horrifying act of calculated deception, Brittany presented the sack to David, lying that it contained a "trespasser" who was viciously badmouthing his mother. Blinded by rage and believing he was defending Sarah' s honor, David grabbed a brutal branding iron and savagely struck the sack multiple times, ordering his own mother' s broken body to be thrown to the coyotes in the remote "back forty." Imagine the unspeakable horror: Sarah, battered and discarded, listening as her beloved son delivers the final, soul-crushing blows. How could the man she shielded from death inflict such a monstrous fate? Why was his devotion so easily twisted into deadly rage? Left for dead, she miraculously clung to life, the wild coyotes circling, eerily silent, almost protective, as dawn approached. This unimaginable betrayal forged a steel resolve in Sarah. While David, consumed by guilt, wreaked meticulous, terrifying revenge on Brittany before meeting his own tragic end, the powerful Winchester throne stood empty. Sarah, the wounded matriarch, would rise. Her silver-tipped cane, once a crutch, would become a formidable scepter, as she steps forward to rule her empire with an unyielding iron will, a legend born from pain and unbreakable resolve.
The Billionaire Boss's Captive Bride

The Billionaire Boss's Captive Bride

Oh, God Not again, but again. All that flashed through my head in the space when Gavril let me back down, and bang! Bang! He cursed, pulling up my panties, then fastening his own pants. He had a gun out, and where did he get that gun? But he had it pointed down, and he took my hand, pulling me to the back of the shed. _____ Naomi finds herself trapped in a nightmare she never asked for. Forced into a marriage with the monster of her nightmares, she struggles to reclaim her identity and freedom. With every moment, her spirit is crushed as her name is erased, and her life is shattered. Garvril Kirilenko, a relentless and dangerous billionaire Boss , refuses to accept no for an answer. From the very beginning, his rough hands tore apart her dreams, leaving her with a choice: submit to a life of torment as his wife or face a fate worse than death. Their marriage, built on lies, becomes a twisted web of secrets and manipulation. The truth, if revealed, could cost her everything. But remaining silent means enduring the unimaginable. In the depths of his depravity, he breaks her, claiming her body as his own. Night after night, she surrenders to his dark desires, her suffering becoming his pleasure. Yet, amidst the pain, a glimmer of hope emerges when she discovers she carries his child. Now, with the life of their baby hanging in the balance, she must navigate a treacherous path to survival. Will she find the strength to protect herself and her child from the clutches of this monstrous Billionaire Boss? Or will she forever be trapped in a loveless, torturous existence?