Micah Liggett
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Micah Liggett's Books and Stories
Irresistible Desire: How My Life Being Upended
Modern "Keith, I need to you have sex with my wife secretly."
This request hit me like a bolt from the blue.
My billionaire boss just asked me to secretly have sex with his wife, a charming lady from the upper class.
I was merely his driver!
Why did he ask me to do such a thing?
Was he impotent?
Did he find his wife sexually unattractive?
Or was he out of his mind?
Before I could ask him any questions, he explained why he made such an outrageous request.
He wanted me to impregnate her!
My boss's father suffered from cancer and had only two years to live. As the first son, he was given an ultimatum to produce an heir, otherwise, his inheritance worth billions of dollars would be given to his younger brother.
Now that he was desperate, he revealed why he hadn't been able to impregnate his wife during their eight-year-old marriage.
He suffered from necrospermia—dead sperm!
Nobody, including his wife, knew about his condition. I was his confidante, so he wanted me to do the job.
I agreed because I couldn't resist his wife's charm. She was every man's dream.
From that day, the course of my life changed for good.
I became a billionaire and strings of beautiful women were at my beck and call. And here is my story... Lost In Carnal Love
Modern "Keith, I need to you have sex with my wife secretly."
This request hit me like a bolt from the blue.
My billionaire boss just asked me to secretly have sex with his wife, a charming lady from the upper class.
I was merely his driver!
Why did he ask me to do such a thing?
Was he impotent?
Did he find his wife sexually unattractive?
Or was he out of his mind?
Before I could ask him any questions, he explained why he made such an outrageous request.
He wanted me to impregnate her!
My boss's father suffered from cancer and had only two years to live. As the first son, he was given an ultimatum to produce an heir, otherwise, his inheritance worth billions of dollars would be given to his younger brother.
Now that he was desperate, he revealed why he hadn't been able to impregnate his wife during their eight-year-old marriage.
He suffered from necrospermia—dead sperm!
Nobody, including his wife, knew about his condition. I was his confidante, so he wanted me to do the job.
I agreed because I couldn't resist his wife's charm. She was every man's dream.
From that day, the course of my life changed for good.
I became a billionaire and strings of beautiful women were at my beck and call. And here is my story... You might like
Midas Protocol: Seducing My Rival's Wife
Breenda I sat in the freezing conference room, my knuckles white as I strangled a cheap plastic pen. Outside, Manhattan was weeping in the gray rain, but inside, the air was sterile and dead. I stared at the polished mahogany table, seeing the distorted reflection of a man who hadn't slept in forty-eight hours—a man about to sign his own divorce papers.
Across from me, my wife Linda wouldn't even look at me. She was too busy drumming her fingers near a diamond ring that cost more than I had made in the last five years combined. Then the door swung open, and Simon Thorne walked in. The billionaire heir didn't say a word; he just walked behind Linda and placed a heavy, possessive hand on her shoulder, marking her as his.
"Let's wrap this up," Simon said, checking his Patek Philippe with the bored tone of a man ordering a coffee he didn't want. Linda finally looked through me like I was a ghost and told me to stop dragging this out. She whispered that I couldn't even afford myself anymore, a physical punch to the gut given I’d lost my job three weeks ago. After I signed, Simon flicked a business card at me, mockingly offering me a job as a doorman for minimum wage.
I walked out into the downpour, shivering in a suit I couldn't afford to dry clean. My phone vibrated with a text from my landlord: "Pack your things. Keys by tonight or I’m calling the cops." I stood on the corner of 5th Avenue with exactly $42.18 to my name, watching Simon kiss my wife through the glass wall of the penthouse. I was thirty, homeless, and drowning in a city of lions.
I wanted to roar until my throat bled, but I just stood there, a drowned rat in a world of predators. How could I have lost everything so fast? Why was the woman who promised to stay through "for poorer" now leaning into the arms of the man who just humiliated me?
Suddenly, my phone screen exploded with a blinding golden light. An app called the Midas Protocol installed itself, declaring poverty a disease and itself the cure. With one tap, a million dollars bypassed a federal hold and hit my account, and a "Nemesis Card" appeared in my digital inventory. I didn't hesitate. I typed Simon Thorne’s name into the vengeance algorithm and hit execute. The game had officially changed. 
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