Breeding My Husband's Bride: Ruined On Our Wedding Night
On her wedding night, Liora Vale expected passion from her wealthy husband. Instead, she got rejection and humiliation.
When his dangerously seductive best friend, Kael Draven, corners her on the balcony and claims her virgin body with raw, unprotected fury, Liora discovers a pleasure she never knew existed.
Now addicted to Kael's brutal touch and filthy promises, the once-innocent bride becomes his secret slut, sneaking creampies in limos, riding him at galas, and begging to be bred while her husband sleeps nearby.
Kael won't stop until he destroys Silas and fills Liora's womb with his child.
She was supposed to be the perfect wife... now she's the shameless breeding whore who belongs only to him.
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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
The reception was a spectacle of obscene wealth. Crystal chandeliers dripped with diamonds, tables groaned under towers of white roses and gold accents, and a live orchestra played softly beneath the domed ceiling of the exclusive ballroom. Champagne flowed like water, and the elite of the city mingled, laughing, networking, and pretending they weren't there to witness the shiny new trophy wife on Silas Voss's arm.
Liora sat beside her husband at the head table, smiling politely as guest after guest offered congratulations. Silas's hand rested on hers-cold and formal. He hadn't looked at her with real heat once all evening.
Then the announcement came.
"And now, the best man will share a dance with the bride."
Kael Draven rose from his seat like a predator unfolding. The room seemed to quiet as he approached, all 6'4" of raw power wrapped in tailored black. His silver-gray eyes locked onto Liora with laser focus, and her pulse skyrocketed.
He extended his large, tattooed hand.
"Mrs. Voss," he said, voice low and smooth, a hint of mockery curling around her new title. "May I?"
Liora's fingers trembled as she placed her hand in his. The moment their skin touched, electricity shot straight between her legs. Silas gave a dismissive nod, already turning to speak with a business associate.
Kael led her onto the dance floor.
The orchestra shifted into a slow, sensual waltz. He pulled her close-closer than appropriate-his big hand settling possessively on the small of her back, fingers splayed wide. The heat of his palm burned through the thin silk of her gown. His other hand engulfed hers, thumb stroking slowly over her wedding ring as if the sight of it offended him.
"You look fucking sinful in white," Kael murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear as they turned. His voice was velvet and gravel, meant only for her. "Like a virgin sacrifice laid out for slaughter."
Liora's breath hitched. She tried to keep her face neutral for the watching crowd, but her body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks against her gown.
"Kael..." she whispered, a weak warning.
He chuckled darkly, pulling her even tighter until her full breasts brushed his hard chest. His hand slid lower, dangerously close to the curve of her ass.
"I've been watching you all day, Liora. That pretty blush. The way your thighs squeeze together every time our eyes meet." His breath was hot against her neck. "Tell me... is that tight little virgin cunt wet right now? Soaking through your expensive bridal panties because your husband doesn't know how to make it drip?"
A soft, involuntary whimper escaped her throat. She prayed no one else heard it.
Kael spun her slowly, then drew her back in, his muscular thigh pressing briefly between hers. The friction made her dizzy.
"He'll never satisfy you," he continued, voice dropping even lower, filthy and certain. "Silas fucks like a machine-cold, mechanical, and quick. You need to be ruined, baby. Pinned down and fucked so deep you forget your own name. Filled until you're leaking cum for days."
Liora's knees weakened. She gripped his shoulder tighter, feeling the solid muscle beneath his tuxedo. His hand flexed on her back, nails digging in just enough to claim.
"Every man here wants to stare at your tits and ass," Kael growled softly. "But only I'm going to be the one who owns them. Only I'm going to stretch that sweet pussy open and breed it until your belly swells with my child."
Her core clenched hard at his words. Fresh wetness slicked her thighs.
The song began to wind down. Kael pulled back just enough to look into her wide, dazed hazel eyes. His silver gaze was dark with raw hunger.
"Enjoy your wedding night, Mrs. Voss," he whispered, the corner of his mouth lifting in a cruel smirk. "But we both know whose name you'll be moaning before the sun rises."
He released her slowly, his fingers trailing over her hip in one last possessive stroke. Then he walked away, leaving Liora standing on the dance floor-breathless, aching, and dangerously close to ruining her perfect bridal facade.
Silas approached to reclaim her, oblivious.
But Liora's body was already burning for the wrong man.
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7.4
Evelina Barrett was the legitimate daughter, yet she was framed for a disgusting sex scandal, expelled from the Ivy League, and locked out of her late mother's massive trust fund.
While she was thrown out to rot on the streets with a jagged, hideous red scar covering half her face, her father and step-family were throwing a lavish charity gala to celebrate her total ruin.
They laughed as they officially published her disownment notice in the Times to cut her off forever.
"Without the school halo, that ugly freak will be begging on the streets by tomorrow," her sister Aspen sneered.
Her stepmother Annabella toasted to taking out the trash, perfectly happy to steal Evelina's inheritance while ignoring the fact that Evelina knew exactly how they had murdered her mother.
For years, Evelina had been locked in a dark basement, abused by bodyguards, and treated worse than a stray dog.
Why should she, the true heir, suffer in the gutter while the leeches who destroyed her life enjoyed the wealth that rightfully belonged to her?
She refused to be their victim anymore.
Washing away her fake scar to reveal her true, breathtaking face, Evelina blackmailed New York's most lethal billionaire into marriage to secure the ultimate shield.
Then, she put on a black mourning dress, ordered a dark web ghost crew, and climbed into a heavy semi-truck.
At exactly 6:00 PM, she smashed through the iron gates of her family's elegant gala, delivering three pure black coffins directly to the lawn.
8.4
Kathern was forced out of her sister's home by her abusive brother-in-law, who violently demanded she pay half the rent or get out.
To protect her sister from his rage, Kathern agreed to a six-month paper marriage with a stranger—an old woman's grandson, Bronson—in exchange for a simple apartment.
But her new husband treated her like a scheming gold digger from the very first second.
He showed up to City Hall in a cheap suit, shoved a brutal prenup in her face, and dumped her in a completely empty, dust-filled apartment.
"Just don't cause any trouble," he warned coldly, before leaving her alone.
When Kathern politely texted him to ask if he was coming home for dinner, he immediately blocked her number.
Kathern was furious and baffled. She didn't want a dime of his money, nor did she care about his boring middle-management job.
She had only agreed to this marriage for a place to sleep, yet this arrogant man treated her like absolute garbage.
Refusing to swallow the insult, Kathern immediately dialed his grandmother to expose his behavior.
She was going to build her own independent life, completely unaware that her "cheap corporate loser" of a husband was actually the ruthless billionaire CEO of the Vaughan empire.
8.7
I woke up from a coma in the hospital, universally condemned as the vicious daughter who pushed the beloved fake heiress, Georgina, down the stairs.
My ruthless billionaire brother, Angelo, stood over my bed with cold eyes, ready to destroy me for hurting his precious sister.
But as I looked at him, a terrifying prophecy from my coma flooded my brain. Our entire family was doomed.
In the original timeline, Georgina would team up with corporate rivals to bankrupt the company, frame Angelo, and send him to federal prison, while our parents would abandon me to die miserably.
Lying there, I didn't dare speak. I just desperately cursed my idiot brother in my head.
"This stupid brother is still yelling at me for that fake heiress. He doesn't even know he's going to be framed and sent to prison next month!"
I just wanted to stay quiet, let them ruin themselves, and run away from this toxic family.
But strangely, Angelo didn't strangle me. Instead, his attitude took a shocking turn.
He abruptly fired the driver plotting to kill him, destroyed the abusive fiancé of a family ally, and publicly humiliated Georgina at a high-society gala.
He even shielded me from our abusive parents, declaring to the world that I was the only sister he would ever protect.
I was completely terrified and confused. Why was the tyrant brother suddenly acting like a protective beast?
It wasn't until he flawlessly crushed a massive corporate attack using the exact financial secrets I had just complained about in my mind that a horrifying realization hit me.
He could hear my inner thoughts!
9.7
Giana woke up drugged and burning with fever in a luxurious hotel suite. Standing before her was Cornel Stark, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
Memories of her past life stabbed into her brain. In that life, her adoptive family and her fiancé Gary had stolen her inheritance and left her to die a brutal, agonizing death.
She also remembered how fighting Cornel only made him more violent. So this time, she didn't scream.
She endured his brutal punishment, escaped the moment he let his guard down, and swallowed a Plan B pill on the freezing streets.
Returning to her adoptive family's mansion, she faced the people who had destroyed her. Her fiancé and her stepsister put on masks of fake concern, secretly mocking her.
Instead of throwing a useless tantrum like before, Giana deliberately threw herself down the steep wooden stairs.
She smashed her head against the marble floor, using her own blood to shatter their plans and win back her mother's trust.
She thought she had finally taken control. She was ready to crush the people who had betrayed her and live for herself.
But she didn't understand why the billionaire she had just escaped was suddenly turning her life upside down.
When she woke up in the hospital, her room wasn't filled with her family's fake tears, but an ocean of blood-red roses.
The heavy door swung open, and Cornel Stark walked in, his gray eyes locking onto her with a dark, predatory hunger.
"Remember this feeling, Giana. Every breath you take belongs to me now."
9.2
The tip of my fountain pen hovered over the divorce agreement. Across the mahogany desk, my billionaire husband, Chandler, looked at me with cold, dead eyes, waiting for me to sign my life away.
What he didn't know was that a phantom pain was still tearing through my chest—the memory of cold steel sliding between my ribs.
In my previous life, I foolishly signed these papers, burning down my marriage for my lover, Chace, and my sweet stepsister, Annalise.
Only to be left to bleed to death in a dark alley while they laughed, planning to steal my son and Chandler's fortune.
Reborn at the exact moment of my ruin, I tore the divorce agreement to shreds.
I desperately tried to make amends, even joining a reality show with my traumatized six-year-old son to prove I had changed.
But Chace and Annalise wouldn't let me go. Seeing my public redemption, they panicked and released a hyper-realistic deepfake sex tape of me and Chace.
They demanded $300 million from Chandler, framing my newfound love for my family as an elaborate, sickening long con.
Chandler burst into the house, throwing the blackmail papers at my feet.
His eyes were filled with broken agony and absolute disgust, fully believing that my tears, my apologies to our son, and my desperate kisses were all just a performance for money.
He thought I was the exact same monster who had destroyed him once before.
The old me would have screamed, cried, and played right into their hands.
Instead, I calmly stepped forward, gently smoothed the collar of his suit jacket, and looked into his tortured eyes.
"I'm not going to explain the video, or the money."
"I'm not going to ask for your forgiveness."
"I am asking you for one thing, Chandler."
"You have to trust me."