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The Judge, The Fiancée, The Frame-up

The Judge, The Fiancée, The Frame-up

The judge' s voice was a flat, impersonal drone. "Guilty." My fiancée, Olivia, a vision in her tailored business suit, didn' t even flinch. Her eyes, once so full of love, slid away from mine, landing on my half-brother, Liam. He covered her hand with his, a small, intimate gesture that screamed a truth louder than the verdict. They were abandoning me. My parents were gone, killed in the very accident I was now convicted of causing. Seven years I spent in hell, every appeal denied, every lead a dead end. Sarah, my childhood friend and court-appointed lawyer-and my wife on paper-was my only lifeline. She kept promising to fight, telling me everything was a lie. Then, a miracle. My conviction overturned. I was finally free. But freedom quickly turned to another nightmare. Sarah, my champion, tearfully confessed her family' s firm was bleeding money from an embezzlement scheme. She needed a fall guy, and I, a freshly released ex-con, was the perfect one. "I' ll do it," I said, believing I was repaying a debt, an honorable sacrifice for the woman who saved me. Another seven years stolen. When I was finally released, 42 years old, I went to Sarah' s mother' s house, this time to surprise her. But the surprise was on me, in the form of a conversation overheard. "Liam needs this to be over." "He thought I was marrying him to save him," Sarah' s voice, cold and sharp, cut through me. "The only reason I married him was to become the victim' s family representative. The only way to legally sign a waiver that would prevent prosecutors from ever going after the real killer." Liam. He was the killer. And Sarah, my trusted friend, my wife, had been the architect of my destruction from the very beginning. Fourteen years. Two prison sentences. All a lie to protect the man who murdered my parents.
BABYSITTING JENNA

BABYSITTING JENNA

WHO IS JENNA?? She's a spoit brat She's annoying She's a pain in the neck She's a drama queen And she's just 7 of age Her father is well known as the famous billionaire Jake Martinez, runs and owns different company in different countries He's known for his icy and cold behavior, if not for his daughter people would have mistook him for a gay cause he's never spotted with women As for his daughter's mother, something happened that made him develop this hate for women, he's just 27.. pretty young and so handsome, his handsomeness is off limits, it's like he's a fallen angel from heaven cause any girl that set eyes on him??, Their heart will never remain the same Let's not even talk about his body and hight,. Maybe that explains were Jenna got her cuteness from, she's super cute too, she's like an angel but if you live with her for just a day then you'll know she's a devil in disguise This girl has made her dad fire all sorts of nannies cause of small mistakes they made, she's a very tough little girl nothing can make her cry expect her mom She wants a mom so bad, everyday she's wishing for her mom to come back, she feels bad when she sees her classmates talk about their mom while she has nothing The only person she cares about is her father, and the only person Jake cares about is his daughter, his daughter is his light, if you mess with his daughter, you mess with him. Trust me This family has been so uptight until she came in Who's that she?? What did she do?? Who can put Jenna in her place?? Who can melt Mr Jake Martinez heart?? MOST IMPORTANTLY What happened to Jenna's mom that made Jake hate women?? This is a very heartwarming and interesting story, you don't wanna miss for anything at all so... Grab your popcorn and put on your glasses, settle down on your sofa, hug your pillow tight and let's go Readers please be on a look out for me, if you see anyone copying or reposting please inform me right away, thanks babies Brought to you by rhemaromance
YES DADDY, MAKE ME YOUR TOY

YES DADDY, MAKE ME YOUR TOY

"Holy Shit. When did you get in here? Ben stepped out hours ago." the shock on his face when he sees my wide eyes staring down at his cock. "Do you walk all naked when no one is at home but you?" My thighs clenched together; I didn't know how I suddenly said that out. "Little girl, are you not afraid to take your eyes off? This can ruin you." His dominance wraps around his voice, my eyes trail off his cock, and I view his entire body. The masculinity got my thighs drooling and gave me the fastest shock I had ever felt in my stomach. It's the first time I've taken note of how perfect his body curves are. "Then I want to be ruined only by your cock." My eyes grow in size at my own words. Anastasia visited to resolve the issues revolving around her toxic relationship with Ben, her 21-year-old boyfriend. She happened not to meet him at home after he lied about being home. She was frustrated and pained because it looks like she has been putting more effort into the relationship than he has, and it was killing her. It was killing her that she always had to be the one getting hurt all the time. Even when he is wrong, she takes the blame for it and apologizes for no fucking reason. But everything changed when she saw his father's big cock that night at his place. She's never seen a cock as huge and dominating as his. A voice in her head screamed for her to run, but no, she was so curious to know how it would feel in her mouth and in her damn wet core.
The Scorned Bride's Masterpiece

The Scorned Bride's Masterpiece

My fiancé, Ethan, and I were planning our dream wedding in a country club brimming with lilies and privilege. Then, I saw her: Molly, the intern, visibly pregnant, looking distraught. Ethan rushed to her side, his gesture possessive, his absence a familiar sting. He returned, announcing her pregnancy was "a one-time mistake" but "she carries the child, and you don't have to go through the trouble. We'll raise the baby as ours. It's a perfect solution." His words hit me like a physical blow, a callous disregard for the miscarriage I' d just hidden, caused by his own genetic issue. Despite the humiliation and public admonishment from Ethan later, I was forced to play the part of the compliant fiancée. I watched as my life was moved to a guest room in the penthouse that was supposed to be our home, while Molly, propped up like a queen, directed movers and even demanded I cook her seafood risotto – knowing full well I knew about her shellfish allergy. My attempt to expose her resulted in Ethan violently attacking me and dragging me to the hospital to apologize. How could he be so blind? So cruel? How could he not see the manipulation, the cold calculation in her eyes? Why was I, his fiancée, being punished for their secret? But in that hospital room, a flicker of light: Molly' s O-negative blood type on her medical bracelet. Ethan' s AB-positive. A baby couldn' t inherit that combination. The child wasn't his. In that moment, something inside me shifted. The love died. The war began.