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Corruption (Ntr)

Fin Harrington has everything: old-money billions, a devoted girlfriend, and a mother whose iron grip on the family empire has kept their legacy untouchable for generations. He is gentle, generous, and utterly secure in the belief that love and loyalty are unbreakable. Then Mike arrives—a charismatic stranger with no visible wealth but an uncanny ability to read weakness like an open book. Mike slips into Fin's world with effortless charm: a fake investment that yields impossible returns, quiet jokes that make Clara laugh in ways Fin never could, and a predatory patience that turns every casual touch into a promise. What begins as innocent flirtation becomes corruption. Clara, once content in Fin's safe embrace, finds herself haunted by memories of Mike's raw hunger—the way his hands claim, the way his body demands surrender. She fights it, clings to her love for Fin, but the forbidden thrill erodes her resolve until one night she crosses the line she swore she never would. As Clara drifts further, Mike turns his gaze to the ultimate prize: Eleanor Harrington, the aristocratic matriarch who views all men as inferiors and surrounds herself with security that no outsider should breach. Mike has no fortune, no title, only ruthless cunning and an unshakeable certainty that every fortress has a crack. Fin watches his life unravel—first in suspicion, then in helpless voyeurism. He spies, he waits, he justifies, but each discovery strips away another layer of his dignity. The women he loves are no longer his; the wealth he inherited is quietly siphoned away; the man he thought he was dissolves into a broken spectator. *** NTR - R18 - Harem - Incest - Humiliation - Corruption - Degradation - Netorare - Netori - Netorase. Note: If you have trouble separating fiction from reality, don't read this. To read ahead, go to my Patreon patreon.com/DevilsWhisper *** Disclaimer: 'Corruption(Ntr)' is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This book may reference real companies and organizations, but these references are for narrative purposes only and are not intended to depict actual conduct or involvement of these entities. The use of these names and references is not meant to harm, defame, or discredit these companies or organizations.
Dev_99 · 911.8k Views

My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin

The life of the underworld was something Ashley had dreamed of escaping all her life. Born as a bastard from an affair between an underworld kingpin and a prostitute, Ashley was meant to die even before she was born. The only reason she survived was that her father thought she was a boy. From a young age, she understood that if she wanted to survive in this world of violence—on top of her father’s wife and daughter’s schemes—she had to be useful. So, she made herself a promise: one day, she would escape this world. Ashley almost succeeded… until her father found her again and thrust her into a marriage of convenience with his rival, Dominion, in his beloved daughter’s place. Everyone in the underworld knew Dominion. They were cruel, organized, and simply spawns of evil. And the man who stood above that power, Luciano, was said to be downright diabolical. Just their name alone could make anyone tremble. And this organization was where Ashley now had to survive. To make matters worse, the marriage also came with a child — Luciano’s mute heir. Forced to become the wife of one of the most violent and powerful underworld organizations, and the mother of its future leader, Ashley made a vow. “No matter what, I’ll escape this place!” But she would soon realize it wouldn’t be as simple as that. Not when the feared members of Dominion clung to her feet, begging, “Madam, don’t go!” And when the mute stepson finally spoke, “Mommy, if you’re leaving, please take me with you.” Finally, her diabolical, obsessive, and utterly territorial husband said, “I’ve packed our things. Where should we go?” *** Chat with me in Discord! Link: https://discord.gg/AUqYr3hchA Follow me on Instagram - @author_bajj
BAJJ · 1.5m Views

The Cursed Alpha Prince's Replacement Bride

Amara, a wealthy aristocrat's well-bred daughter with a secret to hide, is thrown into despair when her world is suddenly shattered after discovering she isn’t the Caldwells' biological daughter. It was incredibly convenient for her father to discard years of love, devotion, and family ties, quickly sending her as a marriage tribute to a Werewolf Prince after receiving an invitation that, according to the Peace Treaty between Werewolves and Humans, required one of his daughters. It no longer mattered that she wasn’t truly a Caldwell, nor that she was already in love with someone else. So, on the night of her planned elopement with her lover, her fate with the monster was ruthlessly sealed. Forget that the Alpha Prince is a cursed monster—yet, why is he always in her face, treating her like his perfect plaything to pass the time? But most importantly, if he truly doesn't care about her, why do those who cross her suddenly disappear or get punished? — Excerpt: Amara could feel the tension in the way Alexander stood before her—the restraint in his silence, the weight of his attention pressing against her body. He shouldn’t be this close to her after cornering her against a tree. “Do you know what happens when I want something?” he asked, his voice dangerously controlled. Her breath trembled, but she shook her head. “I—I don’t know.” “I take it.” Amara inhaled sharply as she lifted her gaze to meet his dark, conflicted eyes, burning with something that made her heart stutter. “Then why haven’t you?” she whispered. His gaze dropped briefly to her lips. “Because if I cross that line,” he said, “I won’t stop.” “Then cross it.” Her voice was barely audible. Instantly, the restraint in Alexander’s eyes shattered. He lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a desperate, hungry kiss.
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