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The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover

Evelyn Walters was the perfect heiress, until one reckless night with her father’s greatest enemy ruined everything. Pregnant, disgraced, and cast out of the Walters family, she left with nothing but her unborn child. Years later, she's survived. But as a single mother, the life she built was fragile until the man from her past discovered the truth. Now he wants her and his son. But how can Evelyn trust the father of her child... when he's also the enemy of the man who raised her? **** Excerpt: "B-Boss... the woman you slept with that night... she wasn't the supermodel the company just signed," Dylan stammered, his voice trembling. Axel's brow furrowed even further. He tried digging through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of that night.  Of course, he remembered the party. He remembered the whiskey. But the woman? Nope. His brain served up a blank slate. "Who was she?" Dylan swallowed. "The first daughter of William Walters." "Cough! Cough!" Axel coughed violently, his face turning red and eyes wide with shock. He never thought that woman would end up in his bed.  --- Curiosity won, as always. Evelyn grabbed the remote and hit the power button. The screen lit up, and her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide, as if the Grim Reaper himself had just stepped out of the TV to ask for her phone number. “What the…? Why does my personal source of misery pop up the second I turn this thing on?” Because there he was, Axel Knight, gliding out of his luxury car like some corporate deity on his way to a business banquet. Evelyn scrambled for the remote to turn it off, but of course, fate had other plans. Axel turned to the camera and gave a casual wave, acknowledging the paparazzi vultures lined up outside. She hated to admit it, but the man looked sinfully good in his signature black suit and high turtleneck, his sleek black hair framing a face that could stop traffic and quite possibly her breathing. Then, suddenly, her stomach clenched. Her hand instinctively rubbed her flat belly. “Little tenant, did you just say you recognize him?”
PurpleLight · 1.8m Views

The Ex-Wife’s Return: Billionaire’s Desperate Regret

“I bought you when your empire was crumbling, Seraphina. You don't get to leave until I say so.” For three years, Seraphina was the perfect shadow—a submissive, silent trophy wife to Silas Sterling, the most ruthless predator in New York’s concrete jungle. She endured his frost-bitten coldness and his suffocating control, living within the gilded cage of their marriage and waiting for a single spark of the man she once thought she loved. But on their third anniversary, the embers finally turn to ash. Seraphina walks into Silas’s study and commits the ultimate sin: she lays down divorce papers and asks for nothing. No settlement, no property, no legacy. She only demands her freedom. Amused by her sudden rebellion, Silas tears the documents to shreds, treating her like a convenient piece of upholstery that has finally stepped out of line. He thinks she has nowhere to go. He couldn't be more wrong. That night, Seraphina vanishes into the rain. She leaves behind the designer gowns, the cold diamonds, and a crumpled box in the trash with two unwavering blue lines—a secret heir Silas was never meant to find. By the time Silas realizes his "ghost" has escaped, Seraphina has already shed her submissive skin. She isn’t a beggar fleeing a king; she is the long-lost heiress to a rival empire, and she isn’t just leaving—she is ascending. When they meet again, the tables haven't just turned; they’ve been set on fire. Silas is no longer the hunter; he is the man begging for a glance from the queen who replaced his broken doll. But Seraphina is no longer the girl who prayed for his touch. She now possesses a heart made of the very iron Silas used to break her. Silas would destroy the world to find her. Now, Seraphina is ready to burn it down to keep him away.
Kevinwkb · 1k Views

Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce

Anna thought her life ended the moment she saw her husband, Daniel Clafford, in the arms of her sister. She had already lost her unborn child something Daniel never even noticed and now, with her last shred of hope shattered, she decided to leave quietly. But fate was cruel. Before she could walk away, she was pushed off the balcony of the Clafford estate. Only… she didn’t die. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the day of her wedding, her sister having run away and Anna forced to take her place as the replacement bride. This time, Anna swore things would be different. No love. No expectations. No more foolish devotion to a husband who only brought her heartbreak and cold indifference. Yet something is wrong. The Daniel of this life isn’t the same man she remembers. He refuses to ignore her, refuses to let her go, and most shockingly—refuses to divorce her. “I’m telling you, Anna. Stop bringing divorce into our conversations,” Daniel warned, his voice taut. His heart ached, but seeing her unyielding expression made his resolve crumble. With trembling hands, he cupped her face and whispered: “Please… give me a chance. I promise I’ll love you right this time.” But Anna only laughed bitterly. To her, Daniel Clafford was still the same man—wicked, calculating, dangerous. He married her with a motive. And now he dared beg her to stay? Dream on, Daniel Clafford. Because this time… Anna was determined to make him taste his own medicine.
akshaya_vanne · 1.1m Views

Stop Fighting! I Can’t Handle the Baby Anymore! (Mpreg)

If you’re looking for a pure and wholesome love story, you might want to close this book now. Because this story begins with sex, escalates into an unexpected pregnancy, and turns into a full-scale corporate war between two wealthy families. Dee and Man are the only heirs of two powerful households. One grew up among gas stations and fuel empires. The other was raised in the world of real estate and expanding property portfolios. They both grew up surrounded by money, but not necessarily surrounded by warmth. One night. One time. One reckless mistake. The result? A pregnancy. In a world where men can get pregnant, the scandal isn’t the pregnancy itself. The real scandal is which family gets to claim the grandchild. Dowry negotiations turn into business mergers. Property deeds become newborn gifts. The baby isn’t even born yet, and already there are silent battles over inheritance, legacy, and control. Two heirs who never wanted to work suddenly insist on raising a child themselves. They don’t want to inherit empires. They want to inherit warmth. This isn’t a beautifully polished love story. It’s chaos, hormones, pheromones, ego, and far too much money. There is lust. There is jealousy. There is whining. There is stubbornness that only rich people can afford. This is an erotic comedy that doesn’t just sell heat. It pokes fun at a society that measures human worth by assets and expansion plans, while a tiny heartbeat is about to arrive and quietly rearrange everyone’s priorities. If you’re ready to laugh, to blush, and to watch wealthy adults completely lose their composure over a grandchild Turn the page. The real chaos is only just beginning.
Hell_spawned_ · 750 Views

My New Boss Is My Baby Daddy

“That child is mine. And so are you,” he commanded, his viper-green eyes pinning her in place. Grace couldn’t believe that he—Carlos Benjamin, her new CEO and eight years her junior—was the father of her unborn baby. “You can go back to that deadbeat you call a husband, or you can come with me and have everything.” ===== For the last five years of her marriage, Grace Preston, 32, believed she was broken. She couldn’t have a child, and her deadbeat husband, Charles, never let her forget it, calling her useless while she worked tirelessly to fund his failed acting career. He didn’t just break her spirit; he shattered her trust by cheating on her with her own sister. Heartbroken, Grace fled to her office late one night, seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle. She wasn’t alone. A beautiful, blond-haired man was there, nursing his own wounds. He never told her his name, but he offered her a night of oblivion. Fueled by whiskey and a desperate need for revenge, she gave in to her darkest desires, pulling the willing stranger into her web. In her drunken haze, she thought, “If my husband can have his fun, then so can I.” She never worried about protection, convinced she was barren. Until a month later, when a positive pregnancy test trembled in her hands. Grace Preston, the ‘barren’ wife, was pregnant. In a single night, the stranger gave her what Charles couldn’t in five years. Now Carlos has made his claim, pulling her into a world of immense power and lethal secrets. Will Grace escape her toxic marriage only to be trapped in this captivating young billionaire’s golden cage? Or is trading one prison for another a mistake that will cost her more than just her heart?
ForeverPupa · 31.5k Views

Neighbour's Club

Read at your own risk. This story doesn’t just cross lines — it melts them. Desire, taboo, obsession, jealousy, and forbidden intimacy coil together into something you won’t be able to stop reading. One glance… one secret… one mistake — and everything begins to unravel. #R18 #TABOO #MILF #LESBIAN #LGBTQ+ #MATURE #LOVE #COUPLE #SUSPENSE #INCEST --- Emily had only leaned into her fridge for a cold drink when a flicker of movement caught her eye. A soft sway of bare skin. A ripple of brunette hair sliding over a shoulder. A shape she recognized instantly — the kind of silhouette you don’t forget. Patty. Her neighbor. Her weakness, though she’d never admit it. But this time, Patty wasn’t just being careless. She was being… bold. Patty lingered at her side door, peeking out like someone hiding a delicious sin. Then, with a slow exhale, she pushed the door wider — enough for Emily to see the gentle rise of her chest, the curve of her hips, the blush of warm skin catching the afternoon light. And Patty didn’t stop there. She stepped outside completely, her body unhidden, her confidence trembling but unmistakable. The cool air touched skin it wasn’t supposed to touch, and her breath quickened as she clutched the garage opener to her chest. Her eyes darted around — scared of being seen… and maybe hoping she would be. The garage door rose just enough for her to slip under, her body brushing the edge, her breath shaky, her movements hurried but undeniably sensual. Emily stood frozen, pulse racing, unable to look away. In that single stolen moment, something shifted between them — something neither of them would ever be able to take back.
TokyoSan · 113.7k Views