Story By Purplepen
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Owned by My Husband's Boss
Updated at Jun 26, 2026, 10:18
"You’ve faded, Anna. No other man will ever want you."After six years of marriage, my husband didn't just ask for an open arrangement—he dismantled my soul. He thought I was trapped by my mother’s medical bills and my own shattered confidence. He thought I would stay quiet while he played with other women.He was wrong.One night of rebellion leads me to Anthony Jeffery—a man more dangerous and powerful than my husband could ever imagine. I thought it was a one-time escape. I didn't know Anthony was my husband’s billionaire boss. I didn't know he was the only man who could help me reclaim the jewelry designs my husband has been stealing from me for years.Now, I’m playing a double game. By day, I’m the genius designer taking over the industry. By night, I’m the CEO’s secret obsession.Jake wanted an open marriage? Fine. But by the time I’m done, he won’t just lose his wife—he’ll lose his career, his freedom, and his crown.The game is open. And I’m playing to win.
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PUCK ME ON ICE
Updated at Jun 23, 2026, 03:37
“Fuck me,” I begged, my voice breaking.The hockey captain’s eyes darkened with that cocky smirk I knew too well. “Are you sure you want this, baby?”He gripped my chin, thumb brushing my lip. “Then get on your knees.”I dropped before I could think, staring up at Ryder King — the last man I was ever supposed to want.***I’ve been crushing on the same guy for years… until the arrogant, sinfully hot hockey captain offered to help me win him.Ryder promised to teach me how to flirt, how to tease, and how to make my crush jealous. In exchange, I’d help him with his drawing so he could ace his art class. Late-night strategy sessions on the ice were supposed to be innocent.They weren’t.Stolen touches turned electric. Fake dates started feeling dangerously real. Now Ryder looks at me like he wants to devour me… and I’m starting to crave him right back.The worst part? By the time I realize I’ve fallen for the wrong player, he’s already walking away — and I might be too late.
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