Story By Debbie's ink
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SIN FOR ME PAPACITO
Updated at Jun 24, 2026, 03:52
"Can I kiss you? Right now? Or is that breaking a rule?" Leo said moving closer to Diava "Your husband is not here. We're on a business trip".So—" Diava didn't finish the sentence before Leo was around the table, pulling her to her feet, his hands cupping her face.But he wasn't allowed to kiss her.She placed her hand on his chest and push him a little breathing hard, Leo rested his forehead against hers."Can't I" he muttered"On one condition, I want my husband down, drag him to the mud" Diava muttered drawing pattern with her hands on Leo chest."Deal, I'll take this as my second chance ,We're going to drive each other crazy.""Probably." Diava smiled. "But maybe that's okay. Maybe crazy is worth it.""Definitely worth it."I'll reclaim what's mine, turn the world on its axis, and become the ultimate master of the very game created to ruin me.My name is Diava Minth and I am nobody's b!tch.
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SINFULLY YOURS: The man she saved
Updated at Jun 18, 2026, 05:51
Synopsis She saved his life. He ruined hers. Now they’re trapped in the same hospital… and only one of them is walking out innocent.Three years ago, Dr. Ixora went to prison for a crime she didn’t commit. The man who handed her the gun? Terrance Valente. The billionaire mafia who promised to protect her, then chose his empire over her freedom.She served Three years.He never visited. She vowed to never touch him again. Now Ixora is hiding in Sacramento as “Dr. Ivy Cross”, a nobody ER doctor with a 10-year-old brother and scars no one sees. Terrance is back in LA, colder, crueler, buying hospitals like chess pieces. They were never supposed to meet again.Until a bullet puts him on her table.Her hands don’t ask permission.His body calls her “danger”. His nightmares call her “traitor”.He doesn’t remember love. He remembers the woman who let him bleed. She doesn’t remember mercy. She remembers the man who let her rot.They hate each other. From the first drop of blood. But hate is a chain. And chains don’t break easy.
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