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Second Chance at Being Mrs. Sinclair

Second Chance at Being Mrs. Sinclair

"I may not know what you want or what you like or whatnot but you have shown me that you want out of this marriage and that's one thing that I know I'm going to help you with it" Callum replied and Athaliah smiled mirthlessly. "That is what you want. That's what you've always wanted. You are the one who went to work on our wedding night without saying a word to me. You are the one who leaves the house before I wake up and come back when I'm asleep. You are the one who treats me like a plague, someone you can't stand for a long time, and you've done that for two years Callum and now you dare to stand in front of me and tell me I showed you I wanted out of this marriage" Athaliah said shaking her head. "How dare you?" she shot at him. **************************** Bound by a marriage forged in the crucible of misunderstanding, Athaliah and Callum found themselves tethered to a union neither of them wanted. Athaliah' compelled by familial duty and Callum, driven by his grandfather's desire. The union was doomed to crumble and fail. Within a mere two years, after his grandfather's death, the ties that bond them together snapped, and with two signatures, their paths were set separate and different from each other. Fate, that fickle mistress, intervened years later, bringing them back to each other's orbit igniting the spark and electric connection anew and the both of them dared to grasp at the second chance fate had offered. But then again, history began to repeat itself, patterns began to replay, and Athaliah and Callum are faced with their shared past, forced to confront the ghosts of their past. With new revelations and unfolding layers of complexity, the fabric of their relationship was stretching thin, and Athaliah's perception is shattered after unearthing a scared truth.
Behind Every Fortune: Lies a great crime

Behind Every Fortune: Lies a great crime

The protagonist of "Behind Every Fortune" is Olivia, the billionaire's wife who used dubious methods to establish an empire. Olivia battles with the shame and guilt of knowing that her opulent lifestyle was financed by unlawful activities, while her husband basks in his wealth and power. Olivia struggles with the burden of her conscience and grows further distant from her husband and the high society circles they frequent. She starts to wonder if the fame and fortune she previously craved are really worth the price of her soul. Olivia understands that she has a duty to utilize her position to use her husband's wealth to have a positive effect on the world as she digs deeper into the truth about it. She embarks on a mission to right the wrongs her husband perpetrated with the assistance of a few unexpected allies, employing her riches and power to bring about significant change. The stakes, however, are much higher than Olivia could have expected as she gets more fully embroiled in her endeavor. Strong adversaries who will do whatever to safeguard their interests and prevent the truth from coming to light have taken notice of her actions. Olivia must choose how far she is prepared to go in order to get the truth and put things right as the stress and danger increase. Will she decide to put everything on the line to reveal the crimes that led to her money, or will she opt to safeguard her own interests at all costs?
The Mute Bride's Secret Billionaire Contract

The Mute Bride's Secret Billionaire Contract

I woke up with a throbbing pressure behind my eyes and the taste of metallic champagne in my throat. Instead of my cramped apartment, I was draped in expensive silk under a ceiling the color of a storm cloud. A pear-shaped black diamond sat heavy on my finger, and a document on the nightstand confirmed my worst fear. I was married to Arnulfo Bond, the shipping magnate whose previous eight fiancées had all vanished or died in "accidents." My sister, Verity, had drugged me at the Met Gala and sold me to cover our father’s fifty-million-dollar debt. "You do this, or I pull the plug on Aunt Meredith," she warned me over a burner phone. Arnulfo didn’t look at me with lust; he looked at me like an auditor checking a spreadsheet for defects. He sealed the estate with titanium shutters, turning the mansion into a high-tech fortress. When a doctor saw the whip scars and cigarette burns on my back—reminders of the childhood abuse Verity never faced—Arnulfo realized I wasn't the pampered socialite he’d bought. I was a line item, a transaction, a mute girl trapped between a husband who treated me like property and a family that wanted me dead. I didn't understand how my own sister could be so heartless, or why Arnulfo was suddenly looking at my broken skin with a terrifying, possessive interest. But they all made a fatal mistake. They thought I was just a helpless victim. They didn't know I was "The Ghost," a forensic accountant for the SEC who lived on the dark web. As Arnulfo walked away, I opened a hidden terminal on my phone. I wasn't running anymore; I was infiltrating. I was going to find every cent of his blood money and use it to buy my freedom.
Auctioning Ava: A Billion-Dollar Betrayal

Auctioning Ava: A Billion-Dollar Betrayal

My husband, Ethan, the charming CEO of Hayes Innovations, and I were the picture-perfect couple at our anniversary gala. I wanted a sapphire necklace for our milestone, a glimmer of hope for my struggling family art gallery. But then Chloe Vance, Ethan’s young intern who always seemed to be by his side, started bidding against me, encouraged by his subtle chuckles. The room watched as I spent five million dollars to win, a public humiliation masked as a playful game. Months later, my family’s legacy was systematically crumbling, financial ruin orchestrated with surgical precision. Ethan just offered platitudes, his eyes holding that same unreadable amusement. Then came the clandestine auction notice, a venue filled with predatory energy. There, on a stage, stood Ethan and Chloe, beaming. A massive screen flickered to life, displaying my most intimate moments – 365 private photos and videos Ethan had taken throughout our marriage. "My beautiful Ava," he used to say. Now, my entire life was a public spectacle, being auctioned off for their amusement. I used every last dime of my emergency fund, then liquidated all my personal assets, even old family jewelry. But it wasn't enough. With the crowd's cruel laughter echoing, the auctioneer declared my funds officially depleted. Chloe, my husband’s protégé, then offered to pay the next bid, her sweet concern dripping with poison. The abyss opened beneath me. How could he, the man who vowed to cherish me, orchestrate such a public, cruel destruction? Why was this intern, always by his side, so eager to participate in this calculated torment? Was this his twisted revenge for a simple public slight, or something far deeper, a monster hidden beneath a charming facade? I walked away from the jeering crowd, not to hide, but to make a single, desperate call: "Code Nightingale. I need The Circle. Now."
The Billionaire's Bedwarmer

The Billionaire's Bedwarmer

Because of Reivea Polcas' manipulative and abusive stepmother, she is now in a situation she would never have chosen for herself. She is now the toy and bedwarmer of a wealthy and powerful man. A soft moan escaped from the mouth of Reivea when she felt the long, veiny, and thick c-ck sliding inside her womanhood. She slowly opens her eyes and faces the man on top of her. "Still hurts?" The man grinned. "Y-Yes, but I'll get used to it," she replied and closed her eyes again. She closed her eyes tightly as the man began to slowly fall. It still hurt for him even though they did it for the third time. It's like the man riding on top of him never gets tired. After a while, the man on her top started pumping so fast and rough inside her. He massaged her breasts and played with her nipples so she doesn't know where to turn her head because of the pleasure she feels right now. "Ahh.. H-Hellion! That's delicious, hmm.." the girl mumbled causing the boy to like it even more. "Fuck!" The man cursed. It just keeps pushing until it feels that the woman is close to the lab@san. "Ohh, S-t! I-I'm coming Hellion," said Reivea with wide eyes. Hellion played with her cl-t while pumping inside her so hard and rough. "Yeah! Yeah, baby! I'm near too! Shit! Ahh!" Helion said firmly as he pulled away. After some more hard thrusts, they both com. Hellion shot his semen inside the intimate area and slowly started thrusting. "H-Hellion, I'm tired. Please, it's okay first.." Reiv said weakly while Hellion's vibrating masculinity was still inside him. It still hasn't softened even after several rounds. The Hellion noticed that the girl was really tired. He knows why, for fucking sake, this is their 4th round! Because of this, he first filled Reiv's womanhood with semen before he pulled out his weapon with semen still dripping. Reiv fell on the bed like a wilted vegetable. His body was very tired and his knees were shaking. "Don't forget to take the pills, always, okay? You know, I love raw six." Hellion said as he grabbed a tissue. He wiped himself then looked at the girl on his back. "Spread your legs. I'll clean you," Hellion said authoritatively. Reiv followed suit. He was still a bit shy to do that. Hellion carefully wiped Reiv's womanhood. After that, the woman closed her legs and closed her eyes. "Good. I'll go, I'm going somewhere. If you're hungry, just cook downstairs. Everything you need is complete there," Hellion said before entering the bathroom. It only took a few minutes before he came out and got dressed before leaving the room. Reivea was now looking at the ceiling. If her gambling stepmom hadn't sold her to a gay manager of a bar and he in turn sold her to a man for a large sum of money, she wouldn't be in the situation she is in today. But somehow he is thankful because no one will oppress and mistreat him. There is a substitute. And it's her body That is the reason why she's here right now, why she became a billionaire's bed warmer.