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My Husband Mistress

My Husband Mistress

"You are so rude! Are you really flirting in the office? Are you going to fool me again?" I screamed. "You." I faced my sister again. "I'm your sister, i aren't ? Why did you do that to my husband? How did you do this, SISTER?" I stress the word 'sister'. "My sister! You should be my sympathizer in these times. But what did you do? But where are you? You hurt me. And you're still hurting me, you animal." And I tweaked her again, I even pushed her. She didn't fight back. Nate tried to stop me but once he tried to stop me, I punched him hard and slapped him. "Don't try to stop me Nate, because if I did nothing at first but run and cry now I won't do something that will make me look miserable!" I exclaimed angrily. And my sister was tweaked again. "Please Elle it's okay." sHe was crying. I slapped her so hard that she leaned over. It cries. "That's enough? Are you kidding me?" I said sarcastically, I even faked a laugh. "I would be the one to tell you that. I would be the one to tell you THAT'S RIGHT BECAUSE I CAN'T. IT'S RIGHT BECAUSE I'M SICK. IT'S RIGHT BECAUSE I'M BROKEN. HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO FOOL ME? ACCEPT YOU. YOU ARE ANIMALS!" I still scream. And i was slapped her again and then pushed, causing her bag to fall and its contents scattered. "Kelly." Nate shouted and helped Kelly to her feet. Attention turned to a small rectangular object on the floor. My knees went soft while looking at it. I approached it and looked closely, it had two lines, which means 'positive'. My lips are trembling, but I managed to ask anyway. "D-Don't tell me........ ......Y-You're...... .....p-pregnant.......? .....w-with my h-h-husb-band?"
Reborn at Thirty: His Ultimate Regret

Reborn at Thirty: His Ultimate Regret

The piercing beep of the carbon monoxide detector was the last sound I heard on Christmas Eve, my thirtieth birthday. Then, a searing pain, and I gasped awake, not in my cold, dark apartment, but in a sterile, bright hospital room, giving birth. I was twenty-five again, watching Liam, my charismatic husband, and his perfectly coiffed mother, Brenda, barely acknowledge our newborn son, Leo. I remembered my first life: Liam' s growing indifference, sacrificing my culinary dreams for a love that was never returned, watching my son embrace another woman. The pain of that life, more real than the lingering ache of childbirth, burned in my gut: I vowed I would not live that life again. When Chloe, the woman Liam had left me for, showed up at our door, ostensibly as a "colleague," and I overheard Liam confessing that I was nothing more than "the next best thing," "a substitute." My heart shattered, but this time, it forged ice. When Liam sabotaged my return to the culinary world, taking the restaurant opportunity I had secured and handing it to Chloe, then poaching my entire team, all to publicly humiliate me. The numbness shattered, replaced by a white-hot, furious clarity: This was war. I walked into his office, saw Chloe perched on his desk, and told him, "Liam, I want a divorce." He followed me to Paris, trying to reclaim me, but I refused, winning the culinary competition he' d tried to sabotage. I knew, with sickening certainty, that he had lost the best part of himself. I built my own kingdom, and the future was a blank page, and for the first time, I was the one holding the pen.
My Husband Called Her Late-night Flirty Pic A Mistake

My Husband Called Her Late-night Flirty Pic A Mistake

⚠️ WARNING: 18+ ADULT CONTENT This is a high-heat, explicit Billionaire Erotic Romance. It contains themes of extreme betrayal, family scandal, obsessive dominance, and raw, taboo desire. Intended for mature audiences who want their romance dark, their Alphas ruthless, and their revenge served in the bedroom. THE BLURB She wore white for the nephew. She's stripping red for the Uncle. Sofia believed in the fairy tale. She gave her heart, her loyalty, and her innocence to Jack-the charming billionaire heir she'd loved since university. But fairy tales don't end with "I do"; they end in the shattered remains of a marriage bed soaked in lies and the moans of another woman. Jack didn't just break her heart; he weaponized her devotion. Left with nothing but divorce papers and a soul carved by regret, Sofia swore she was finished with the prestigious, poisonous family. Then came Lyon. The patriarch. The predator. The dangerously magnetic Billionaire Alpha who runs the empire with an iron fist and a heart of cold stone. He is Jack's uncle, a man carved from shadow and sin, and he's spent years watching Sofia from the sidelines with a hunger that should be illegal. Now that Jack has discarded her, Lyon is stepping out of the shadows to claim the wreckage. He doesn't want to comfort her. He wants to ruin the woman his nephew was too stupid to keep. "Uncle Lyon... this is wrong," she whispers, her body betraying her as her hips tilt toward his touch. "I stopped being your uncle," his voice is a dark, possessive growl against her skin, "the moment you moaned my name with your nails buried in my back." In a high-stakes game of manipulation and revenge, Sofia must transform from a broken pawn into a woman strong enough to survive the man who destroyed her defenses. Lyon isn't soft, and he isn't kind-but he's the only one who can make her feel alive while he burns her world to the ground. He's the man who will make her forget every lie she was ever told... one breathless sin at a time. Inside the Pages: "You think this is wrong?" Lyon's breath is a hot brand against her neck, his hand gripping her thigh, spreading her open for the world to see. "Then why are you dripping all over my fingers, Sofia?" She whimpers, her back arching as he slides deep, reclaiming what was never Jack's to begin with. "Because you're not supposed to feel this good," she gasps, clutching his shoulders like a drowning woman. Lyon's smirk is dark, wicked, and utterly final. "Then let me ruin you right." Why You'll Obsess Over This: Taboo Family Scandal: The ultimate "He's my ex's uncle" dynamic. Hate-to-Love Revenge: Burning the past down to build a new, darker future. Weak to Strong: Watch Sofia find her power through the most dangerous man in the city. High-Heat Billionaire Erotica: 18+ scenes of power, possession, and primal luxury.
Two Brothers, One Contract: I Chose My Own Heart

Two Brothers, One Contract: I Chose My Own Heart

I heard the debt collector say in a malicious tone, "One point two million dollars. If you cannot pay it back, then you will have to settle the debt with your daughter." My father, Richard Parker, who had gambled away our lives and piled up crushing high-interest loans, clutched my hand tightly. "Chloe, please help me. Have mercy on me!" He said pleadingly. I'm Chloe Parker, and in that moment, my blood turned to ice. I shut my eyes in despair. Just then, a black Rolls-Royce silently came into view. Inside sat a man who seemed like a predator hiding itself for a hunt. With nothing more than a single glance, he made the menacing debt collector flinch. "Sign the contract," he said to me, "or let them take you. Your choice." He held out an agreement and two photographs. "These are my two sons. It will be your eighteenth birthday three months from now, and after that, you will pick one and be engaged to him." His sons in the photos looked about my age, and they bore a faint resemblance to each other. Yet one of them looked cold and distant, the other gentle and refined. Behind me, the thugs who were brought by the debt collector were still watching us like hungry wolves. My father stood there, spineless and useless. I had no choice. So I signed my name with a trembling hand. Yet I did not notice that the man studied my face and murmured under his breath so softly I could not hear, "She looks just like her..."