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After my husband cheated on me with his mistress, I married another man
My name is Nora Bennett. I'm a litigation partner at Cole & Bennett LLP, the law firm I built with my husband, Ethan Cole. When I pushed the door open, I already knew. Ethan's junior associate, Lily Harper, was hiding under his desk. She was dragging it out on purpose, and Ethan's face nearly cracked. Without so much as a sideways glance, I placed a stack of documents in front of him. "Witness fees for that case last week. Sign here." He was fighting to contain his pleasure and didn't bother reading a single page. He picked up his pen and signed, one page after another. Only after he finished the last page did he look up, his eyes hazy. "You weren't due back from Riverdale till tomorrow. Why so early?" I gathered the documents. "Came back to handle something urgent." Before turning to leave, I glanced under the desk. "Let her out." Ethan stiffened. He probably expected me to do what I always used to do—confront the girl, demand answers, gather evidence, force him to swear there wouldn't be a next time. But all I said was, "She's been on her knees too long. Her legs will go numb." Knowing he was in the wrong, he immediately changed the subject. "What's so urgent?" I didn't answer. I simply closed the door behind me and flipped the sign outside to DO NOT DISTURB. I opened my phone and sent a message to a number. Nora: I've already divorced. Next, I will honor the agreement and enter into a marriage alliance with you. What Ethan didn't know was that buried in that stack of documents was our divorce agreement. My something was already done.
When I Forgot Him, He Regretted Losing Me.
After my fiancé regained his memory, he abandoned me—the woman who had spent 2 years helping him recover—and asked me to be a bridesmaid at his wedding to his old flame. I agreed. I also enrolled in an experimental treatment designed to erase memories. On his wedding day, I forgot him completely. Later, he fell to his knees and begged me to come back. I tightened my hold on my fiancé's arm. "Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else."
I Walked Into the Snow and Never Looked Back
Klaus Whitmore was the most powerful man in Aldenwick high society. A word from him could make or ruin anyone, and there was never a shortage of women hoping to catch his eye. Rebekah Bennett had been by his side for 3 years. Everyone said the executive assistant to Whitmore Group's CEO was beautiful and capable, but he had never even acknowledged her as his partner. To the world, she was his beautiful caged bird, someone he was too possessive of to let anyone else have. She kept lying to herself that they both got what they wanted out of the arrangement. Then his mother slid a bank card containing 20 million dollars across the table. "Klaus will have to get married eventually. We can't expect you to put up with that kind of humiliation." 'So that's all I am to him: a plaything he can discard whenever he pleases.' Rebekah smiled and pushed the bank card back. "Keep the 20 million dollars. You can spend it on your son's bride." At last, she saw the truth. She decided to leave, get her mother out, settle matters with the Whitmore family, end the relationship, and disappear from his life for good. "If you leave me, don't ever expect to come back!" he warned her. Thirty days later, she walked into the heavy snow without a backward glance. For the first time, the man behind her panicked. But she only smiled. "Whenever you decide to get married, Klaus, it won't have anything to do with me."
I Found His Second Home I Took Everything
In the 4 years I'd lived with Lorcan Penrose, he'd always had one strange habit. The cups in our home had to come in pairs, and so did the slippers. Even the televisions had to come in matching pairs. He said he'd moved too often as a child to feel secure. Only when everything matched perfectly did a place feel like home. So after we moved into the apartment, I chose every piece of furniture myself. That day, the elevator was being serviced. I was carrying two heavy bags of groceries up the stairs when I missed my footing and slammed my knee against a step. Blood streamed from the wound. Lorcan said he was in a meeting and told me to make my own way up to the eighteenth floor. Dizzy and barely able to see straight, I went up one floor too far. Yet my key turned smoothly in the lock of the apartment upstairs, and the door opened. The sofa was the same. So were the cups. Even the medication reminders on the refrigerator were in his familiar handwriting. But in the photographs on the wall, the woman he held in his arms wasn't me. A woman's sleepy voice drifted out of the bedroom. "The woman downstairs still hasn't figured it out?" Lorcan chuckled softly. "She'll put things back for me if they've moved even an inch. Why would she ever come up here?" I looked down at the matching dishes I'd just bought. 'So our home has never been his only one.' The lights were on in both the eighteenth-floor and nineteenth-floor apartments, and I suddenly wondered, 'Which of those lights is supposed to be mine?'
The CEO’s Ex-Wife Won’t Come Back
For seven years, I was billionaire Adrian Sterling's secret wife, watching him give his attention, his influence, and every public gesture of affection to Sophia. He didn't even know we had a five-year-old daughter. I put up with seven years of being ignored—until the day of the accident. Adrian did everything he could to protect Sophia's child. Fifteen feet away, our daughter and I had been thrown to the roadside, hurt and forgotten. That was the day I stopped waiting. I packed my things and walked back into the life I'd left behind. No one knew that the wife Adrian had overlooked for seven years was one of the minds behind a leading clinical algorithm—and the expert pharmaceutical companies were now competing to work with. Then the divorce papers reached him. That was when Adrian learned I'd kept his daughter from him for five years. And when he finally saw the woman he'd spent seven years taking for granted. When he called, there was a long silence. "Evelyn... please. "I want you and our daughter back. "Just give me one more chance."
STEPFAMILY HEAT: 21 Daddy Lessons
21 Lessons. 21 Locked Doors. 21 Girls Who Should Have Stayed Out of Daddy’s Way. This is a compilation of pure sex. Different girls. Different men. Different rooms that don’t belong to her. She was already wet when he shut the door. A girl dares a stranger in a club and finds him two weeks later introduced as Dad. A stepdaughter gets caught on the couch with her stepbrother — and Daddy doesn’t stop them. He watches. Then he joins. Then he teaches her how to take both. A student stays after the lecture and learns the only way to pass is on her knees under the desk with his cock in her throat. They collar her. They share her. They fuck her raw. They come inside her and tell her not to wash. They tell her to leave the door open. No kisses that mean love. No soft endings. Just wet pussy, thick cocks, a hand over her mouth, and men who should not be there. 18+ only. Graphic sex. Dirty talk. Forbidden men. Mature readers only. One hand holds the phone. The other will be between your legs before Lesson One ends. If you want a clean love story, close this. If you want to get wet and stay wet, open the door. Lesson One is already waiting. Are you ready to learn?
My Billionaire Husband’s Hidden Daughter
Rebecca Mercer had kept two secrets from her husband, Nathan Whitmore. Years ago, the Whitmore family had tricked the unsuspecting Nathan into signing a confidential agreement that limited their rushed marriage to seven years. Rebecca had also given birth to his daughter, a child he still didn't know existed. For seven years, Rebecca poured everything she had into holding their marriage together. Then, with only three months left before the agreement expired, she discovered that Nathan's first love was none other than the stepsister who had once torn her own family apart. Worse, Nathan took that woman's side at every turn. Rebecca finally chose divorce and decided to raise her daughter on her own. Once dismissed by the Whitmores as nothing more than a housewife, she returned to medicine and went on to win a major industry award. When every secret finally came to light, the always-unflappable Nathan stopped her in public, his voice trembling. "Divorce? A child? Rebecca, are you trying to kill me?" Holding her daughter's hand, Rebecca gave him a faint smile. "Remember this, Mr. Whitmore. My daughter will never carry your last name." After years of indifference and everything he owed her, did Nathan still have any chance of winning her back?
At My Husband’s Wake, His Father Claimed Me
On the night of my husband Kane Ashbourne's wake, my father-in-law, Victor Ashbourne, pinned me, Violet Bellamy, down and claimed me. He forced my wrists above my head and crushed his nicotine-laced mouth to mine. "No, you can't do this! I'm your daughter-in-law. Tonight is your son's wake!" I fought him with all my strength, shame and panic filling my eyes, yet my body melted helplessly beneath him. Victor's powerful body tempted me like forbidden fruit. "Kane never deserved to be your husband." Desire burned in his eyes. "Violet, you have two choices. One, stay the Ashbourne family's unwanted widow and let them hand you over to Marquess Rowan Blackwood as his plaything." "Ah!" His fingers moved over me, unraveling my reason and making me ache for more. "Or become my woman. From this day on, no one will ever humiliate or hurt you again. I'll give you everything you want." 'Become the kept woman of the head of the Ashbourne family? My father-in-law's mistress?'
23 Positions: Taboo Short Stories
“Tell me little bird, does my son fuck you as good as I do? Huh? Does his dick leave an aching memory in your pussy the way mine does?” Miguel’s voice was a low, vibration-heavy growl that rattled my teeth as he slammed into me, the impact jarring my spine, his thick, heavy cock stretching me so wide I felt like I was coming apart at the seams. I gripped the velvet edge of the sofa, my knuckles white, my breath hitching in ragged, pathetic little gasps.A moan tore out of me... raw, desperate, and utterly filthy. It was the sound of a woman who had spent months pretending to be a saint, finally being broken back into a sinner. “Mmmph... no Daddy... fuck. It’s just you. It’s always been you.” ***********************Welcome to “23 Positions”, a filthy collection where desire doesn’t knock, rather, it walks in, locks the door, and takes what it wants. These are not gentle love stories. They are short, explicit, and unapologetically taboo. Age gap romance, power imbalances, forbidden rooms, and the kind of sex that leaves you aching for more. Every story crosses a line that should never be crossed. Multiple breathless stories. Zero restraint. How many positions will it take before you stop pretending you don’t want more?⚠️ Content Warning: [ Intense themes ahead. For mature minds only. Readers discretion is strongly advised.]
The Rival's Bride
Our town had an old rule: the bridal convoy must never backtrack. But on my wedding day, my fiancé, Ryan Mercer, made our entire convoy back up for more than 12 miles just to let Ella Bennett's wedding convoy pass. I was about to lower the window and ask why when I heard Ryan and his groomsman talking. "You drove over 60 miles out of your way just to see Ella off on her wedding day. That's dedication. And we're still backing up? Aren't you worried Grace will lose it?" Ryan kept directing the convoy backward. "Relax. She's waited 10 years for me. No matter how mad she gets, she won't get out of the car and run from the wedding. If my family hadn't been pressuring me, I never would've agreed to marry her so easily. Ella can't marry me, so backing up to see her off is the least I can do to make it up to her." My bridal bouquet slipped from my hands and fell beneath the seat. A bitter laugh escaped me. So much for believing all those years of waiting would finally lead to a happy ending. It had all been wishful thinking on my part. I opened my chat with that man and shared my location. Grace: Still willing to marry me? Come get me. Now.