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Ruthless Ex-Husband
Romance "Blue, let's talk." My husband responded coldly to me.
I smiled before answering "About what Sean?"
I was going to say something to him too but he got ahead of me so he will go first.
"I have something to tell you too, but you go first" when I offered to him.
He took something from the drawer and placed it on the table, he's giving me this cold look again.
"Sign this." I looked at the brown envelope before I took it.
Something is telling me not to open this, I nervously opened the envelope, and guess what i wasn't wrong.
A divorce paper.
I looked at Sean as if to indicate what this meant.
"Sign it." He pointed out the brown envelope.
"B-but why? What did I do?" I asked with a trembling voice.
"Blue, let's get over this, we didn't like it" he answered.
"I made a promise to Brianna" he took a ballpoint pen and placed it on the side of the brown envelope.
"Brianna huh? You really like women, what can I do?" I have to let go.
As for who would like someone like me, Sean was right.
There were tears in the corner of my eyes, I was looking at the divorce paper, thinking if I should sign this or no
Considering that he is a famous actor and owns a large company, how will Sean's fans react if they find out that his girlfriend is a man? They'll probably just bash him, his career means a lot to his family and to him.
Actually he is Sean Gilo Falva and I'm just a normal fan, Blue Carvaro.
"Before I sign it, can we hug you at least for the last moment?" I saw confusion in his eyes.
Why did I say we? Because I'm pregnant, I'm 2 weeks pregnant, I want to tell him not to throw away our future child.
"Sure..? I thought yo-"
"Nevermind that, I also forgot to tell you" I cut him off.
He nodded, you can still see the confusion in his eyes.
I smiled bitterly, I came to him and hugged him tightly, he hugged me back.
After that he signed the divorce paper.
I then packed my things and left the house, he was just outside the house, he's watching me leave.
I rubbed my tummy "sorry baby I can't do anything, your father doesn't want us so I'll hide you from him" I didn't realize I was crying, I wiped my tears before getting inside the car. Secret Relationship With My Teacher
Romance Good morning everyone I'm ma'am Cheska Marie Alfonso
23 years old major in math.
Are you the boys in the back room?
Jusko just stares at the five people as if they are about to eat a person,
What's your name Mr. I call in blue.
It looked at me from head to toe.
good right,
hot bro,
Is Nash a sexy new toy?
Yup, our new toy, smiling at the same time.
I heard their conversation so much that I was nervous and my knees were shaking.
New I'm new to teaching I guess I'm still unlucky I promised myself.
Ma'am Cheska, don't pay attention to them. They are gangsters. That's what one of my students said.
I came closer and bowed down. How many years have they been? That's their male person ohh I promise that it's almost a whisper.
They are 23, ma'am. They are going back and forth. They are their servants. We are here in the room and if we don't obey, we will be punished.
I was surprised by what he said, what kind of punishment will they award to their fellow students who are studying here.
What's the use of the teachers here if it's not even a name
Questions in my mind.
Excuse me miss hot
miss sexy
Miss wet
What the fuck
Don't stop yelling at us
Don't fight us anymore
Because next time all the boys inside this room our touch all the parts of yours hmmm let me try He said as he approached
Don't promise I'm in tears
Ok but next time taste it with a smile
They have come out since I apologized to my student
I picked up all my things and was about to leave
Ma'am please don't leave us Iwan ni Isa No one stays here since the opening. Until now, we haven't learned anything, they said.
They are poor. I was saddened by what I found out, but I'm afraid to stay here any longer.
Please miss cheska help us they promised at the same time
Little by little I nodded because of their smile The Killer Obssession
Romance "Who is the traitor to you?" I kindly asked the three men kneeling in front of me, I know them. they are the traitors in my company‚ even if I know the truth I want to ask them first, so it won't be boring.
"No one to speak?" I raised the gun I was holding and pointed it at the man in the middle.
"Sir" my staff called me but I ignored it.
"Sir" he called again.
"Sir! Sir Red is here!” shouted my staff, I immediately let go of the gun I was holding and ran out of the basement‚ fuck! what is he doing here?
"B-babe‚ what are you doing here?" I asked nervously, he turned to me with his two hands behind his back.
He approached me with a smile on his face, his smile. I know those smiles.
“Ouch!” I complained because he slapped me, he didn't slap me hard.
"What have you done Calix Damien?" he asked with raised eyebrows, making me swallow my own saliva.
Fuck! I'm a killer but I'm very afraid of our red.
"answer!" he shouted at me.
“Um—”
"Do you answer now?" he asked me with wide eyes.
"Didn't you say"
"Answer, that's the right answer. Now, you can go outside tonight!" he shouted at me and left in front of me, leaving me speechless.
“Fuck”
"Oh go ahead and swear, I'm going to lie in your mouth" he turned his gaze sharply at me.
I wanted to complain but I chose to keep quiet, fuck! what is wrong with our man and I'm so scared of him?
"You're nervous, sir, aren't you? Me too" my staff Aries whispered to me, even my staff are now afraid of him too You might like
His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love
Rabbit Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun.
Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos.
As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage.
The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice.
Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her. HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge
Rabbit The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand.
Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn.
She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back. Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss
feesa "We're friends," I said, voice barely steady.
Aaron's lips curled, slow and cruel. "No, we're not."
"Friendship's too pure for this."
His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him.
"Do friends kiss like this?"
He kissed me. Hard. Possessive.
"Or grab each other like this?"
A squeeze to my ass. A gasp.
"Or think filthy little thoughts?"
His breath burned against my ear. "Touch themselves to it?"
My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me.
"Stop lying, Venus."
His voice was a growl.
"I feel it. Every time I'm near you."
I whispered, "But you don't even like me."
His smile was pure sin.
"I don't have to like you to fuck you."
Then the offer:
"Let's get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth."
He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger.
"Say the word, princess."
A whisper against my lips-
"I'll ruin you."
And God help me...
I wanted him to.
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Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He's ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She's resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved.
But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction.
In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead? The Alpha King's Hated Slave
Kiss Leilani Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana...
Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone.
Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more.
After his coronation, he attacked Salem.
The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery.
The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves.
They lost everything, including their land.
Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage.
The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge.
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Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery.
They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.
As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone.
As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time.
He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.
Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile.
"You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly.
Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face.
. My Crippled Husband Is a Secret Billionaire
Rabbit The silence in St. Patrick's Cathedral wasn't peaceful; it was a physical weight on Stella's shoulders, heavier than her wedding dress. She stood alone at the altar, ready for her perfect life, when her phone vibrated with a text that shattered everything.
Her fiancé, Bryce, messaged just moments before the vows: "I can't do this. Monica needs me. I'm sorry." Monica, her maid of honor, was the reason he fled. Bryce's mother then publicly shamed Stella, implying her career ambition drove him away. The betrayal of her sacrifices, her future, and her dignity ignited a white-hot rage. Stella ripped off her veil, grabbed the microphone, and exposed the groom and maid of honor's affair to the stunned guests before storming out.
A furious wreck in her ruined gown, she stumbled on the cathedral steps, meeting Julian Sterling, the "Cursed Son" in a wheelchair. He offered no pity, only a detached assessment.
In a defiant, adrenaline-fueled moment, Stella crouched and asked, "Are you single?" Julian, needing a strategic alliance against his family, agreed to a cold, transactional marriage of convenience. With the City Clerk's office hours ticking down, Stella tore her dress, determined to forge a new path of vengeance and desperate necessity. The 100-Point Divorce Plan
Gavin For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave.
The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for.
In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in.
"Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer."
His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient.
"I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now."
He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure. Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Rabbit Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit.
The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena.
This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone. 
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