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My Delicate Wife Is A Medical Genius

My Delicate Wife Is A Medical Genius

I was the legitimate daughter of the Hutchinson family, brought back from the mountains after years of living in poverty. But my biological parents didn't love me. They only brought me back to take my sister's place and marry a dying man for a 300 million dollar capital injection. In that house, I was worse than a stray dog. My mother locked me in the basement, and my father only saw me as a prop for his investors. Meanwhile, Cornie played the crying victim, twisting her designer skirts while everyone comforted her. "You marrying into the Vanderbilt family is a blessing you don't deserve. It saves us the trouble of looking at you." I couldn't understand why my own blood treated me like a disposable price tag while treating the other daughter like a princess. Since family ties meant nothing to them, I forced my father to sign a legal document severing all ties with me permanently before I signed the marriage agreement. I thought I was just escaping one cage for another with a dying billionaire. But when I got into his Maybach, my new husband wasn't just breathtakingly handsome. When he saw the cheap silver pendant on my neck, his cold facade completely shattered. He pulled out a matching half-circle pendant, crushing me into a desperate, bone-breaking hug. "From this second on, you are mine. Anyone who makes you cry—I will tear them apart."
When Love Became a Nightmare

When Love Became a Nightmare

The text message from Mark, "Trip extended. Don' t wait up. Love you," was the first crack in the facade of my four-year marriage, a hollow echo of affection on our anniversary. Then, discovering him with his assistant, Olivia Stone, in his office, their intimacy a brutal slap, confirmed my deepest fears. But his words cut deeper than the sight: "Ever since she got pregnant, she' s become… unbearable. Clingy. Emotional. It' s not the woman I married." In that instant, a searing pain shot through my abdomen, and a choked gasp escaped me, a prelude to the nightmare that followed. He pushed me down the stairs. My body hit the cold steps over and over. I lay in a heap, bleeding, losing our baby. Yet, he rushed past me to comfort Olivia, asking, "Are you okay? Did she scare you?" He chose her, leaving me broken and bleeding on the floor. At the hospital, he confirmed the devastating loss and then blamed me, twisting reality. As if summoned, Olivia appeared, feigning sorrow, while he comforted her, bringing her to my room where our child's life had just ended. He pushed me back onto the bed, furious at my screams, and then escorted her out, murmuring soothing words, leaving me utterly alone with the ghost of our child. His cruelty knew no bounds. He threw my beloved dog, Buddy, out into a raging storm, then forced me to apologize to Olivia for upsetting HER, threatening Buddy's life if I refused. I knelt, humiliating myself, whispering apologies I didn't mean, all for Buddy. How could he be so monstrous? He remembered nothing of the man I loved, only this cruel stranger. Yet, the question of what he truly remembered, what he was capable of, hung heavy in the air. That night, alone after my performative apology, I called my lawyer. My decision was solid, unchangeable. The marriage was a festering wound, and the only way to survive was to cut it out completely.
FORTUNE SECRET WITH THE BILLIONAIRE'S

FORTUNE SECRET WITH THE BILLIONAIRE'S

When Scarlett Hayes discovers her fiancé in bed with her stepsister on the eve of their wedding, she makes a reckless decision that will change her life forever. Armed with a bottle of champagne and a broken heart, she crashes the infamous Wolfe mansion's charity gala and ends up in the bed of Manhattan's most notorious billionaire, Damien Wolfe. Three months later, Scarlett is scrubbing toilets in the same mansion where her life unraveled, hiding two explosive secrets: she's pregnant with Damien's child, and she's actually the missing heiress to the Montgomery fortune, a legacy stolen by her stepmother after her father's suspicious death. Damien Wolfe doesn't do relationships. Haunted by a betrayal that cost him everything, he's built an empire on cold calculation and ruthless deals. But when he discovers his new housekeeper is the mysterious woman from that night and she's carrying his heir,he makes her an offer she can't refuse: a contract marriage, twelve months, no emotions attached. What starts as a transaction becomes a dangerous game of secrets and seduction. As Scarlett navigates high society's treacherous waters while plotting revenge against those who destroyed her family, she finds herself falling for the man who was never supposed to be more than a business arrangement. But Damien has enemies who will stop at nothing to destroy him, and when they discover Scarlett is his weakness, the stakes become deadly. With fortunes on the line, a baby on the way, and the past threatening to consume them both, Scarlett and Damien must decide: is their contract marriage worth fighting for, or will betrayal and revenge tear them apart forever? In a world where love is the ultimate risk and trust is a luxury neither can afford, two broken souls must learn that sometimes the greatest fortune isn't measured in billions,it's found in the courage to let someone in.
The Play Boy's Doll

The Play Boy's Doll

Moans escape me, and I feel my eyes turn moist with pleasure as I hold his head to my breast with my left hand. He keeps rolling his tongue over my nipple, and sucking it while slamming his long fingers deep into my pussy, and pulling them back out, only to repeat the action. "Oh God, I'm gonna pee… "I cry out as I feel the tissues in my sex clench, and pressure build in my lower stomach. While Asher chuckles. "That's not pee, dear. It's cum… "He replies, and I shut my eyes and arch my back as warm, satisfying fluid flows out of me, and to the ground beneath me. I eventually open my eyes when Asher pulls his fingers out of me, and to my surprise, he takes his fingers that are now wet from my juice, up to his mouth, and licks them clean. Causing my jaw to drop in shock, and I can't hold back my words. "Don't do that… It's dirty… "I say, and he smiles. "No part of you is dirty, Chelsea… "He replies, and I feel a flutter in my chest at his words… ******** Asher Wayne is a billionaire's heir. A privileged son of a mightly rich man. He's in his third year in college, and is a fuck god who gets whatever he wants. He gets whoever he wants in his bed, and has every girl around him falling for his good looks and loaded pockets. Chelsea Perkins is an optimistic young, freshman who wants nothing but to make her mother proud, and make her father regret ever abandoning her. What happens when somehow, a deal makes this little, goody two shoes find herself in the badboys bed? Sparks will be created, but will these sparks burn both or one of them badly, or will it turn into flames that will turn lust into love, and love into refined gold? Would sex be just a part of a beautiful bond that will be created? Or will it commonize the entire relationship and be the sole purpose of their union?
His regret: Can't win me back

His regret: Can't win me back

"It's getting hot in here, don't you think?" I shudder as my clit becomes wet with his smooth voice. I melt away in his arms. He kisses me with a passion I've never felt before, and I moan into his mouth, lost in the moment until I sense him kicking open a door. I realize we're in a room. He continues the kiss as I wrap my leg around him, pulling him closer, his erection pressing into me. I feel my panties dripping wet from arousal. He releases me, resting his back on the headboard, and grabs my thigh, pulling me closer. His hand goes to my hair, releasing it to let my curls fall freely. He guides his fingers from my scalp to the ends of the curls, muttering in a husky voice, "Fucking beautiful. ****** Jasmine found herself trapped in a loveless marriage. Her world shattered when she uncovered her husband's betrayal on his birthday. Heartbroken and betrayed, she made the difficult decision to leave him and start anew in Illinois, with her friend Ava by her side. As Jasmine tried to go through her new life, a one-night stand left her pregnant, uncertain about the father's identity. But complications arose as Maxwell, Jasmine's ex-husband, refused to let go. Jasmine discovered shocking truths about Ava's betrayal. As secrets unraveled and loyalties were tested, Would she find the strength to overcome the obstacles in her way? Could she trust her heart, or would the shadows of the past forever haunt her?
His Ex, My Hell

His Ex, My Hell

For five years, I was Mrs. Davenport, cleaning up after my husband's one-night stands and enduring his casual cruelty. Call it a gilded cage, but this mansion was my prison, bought by my sacrifice: I was the secret medical lifeline keeping him, Ethan Davenport, alive. Our cruel contract was nearing its end, just three months left. Then, Chloe, his perfect ex-girlfriend, waltzed back in. Her arrival wasn't a gentle reunion; it was a wrecking ball designed to finish what Ethan's neglect had started. She smeared my name, orchestrated a public humiliation, and then watched, smiling, as Ethan, fueled by rage and alcohol, dragged me to a damp, cold cellar. He tore apart my most sacred possession-my fiancé's diary-then brutally killed my loyal dog, Buddy, right before my eyes. As I bled, collapsing into unconsciousness, I heard his ex's venomous whisper: she'd had all my precious memories of him incinerated. They had taken everything. My dignity, my love, my last connection to a life I cherished. My heart was a hollowed-out space, suffocating under a mountain of grief and betrayal. How could a human being be so cruel, so blind, to the sacrifices I'd made to keep him alive? But on the day our notorious contract officially expired, I walked out. With nothing but the clothes on my back and a one-way ticket to a remote Pacific Northwest retreat, I finally chose myself. It was time to disappear, to burn away the past, and somehow, exist again.