Daddy, We Have Found Mommy
Five years earlier, to get her boyfriend out of a big problem, she agreed to become a surrogate mother for a rich man to get enough money. But last, betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, and found out she wasn't the true daughter of her parents.
Last, Daphne agreed to get married to the ugliest man in Stafford City.
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"Don't worry, I'll protect you from now on." The adorable 5-year-old Brian said to Daphne.
But why does she feel like she has known these boys for a long time?
What will life be like with the ugly dwarf husband in the future?
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Chapter 5
Sebastian opened the door with a gloomy expression.
The room was filled with the smell of alcohol.
On the tea table, there were a few bottles of wine, which he had treasured for many years. Each of them was worth millions.
Now, the wine bottles were completely empty.
A woman with a flushed complexion was laying on the sofa. While cursing under her breath, she would occasionally mention Sebastian's name.
She was in a mess.
A trace of displeasure flashed across Sebastian's face.
Did she finally reveal her true colors after becoming his wife?
Hearing the sound from the door, Daphne burped and turned around.
"Who are you?"
She was so drunk that she had completely lost her bearings. When she noticed someone coming in from the door, she stood up to welcome him.
It was a handsome man. He had a high nose bridge and defined facial features.
"He's just as handsome as Jay!" Daphne thought.
"Wait, he is Jay!"
How dare he appear in front of Daphne?
Furious, Daphne pursed her lips and raised her hand. She was about to slap him, but Sebastian caught her wrist in time.
Sebastian's eyes were filled with rage as he said, "Just how much did you drink?"
Her body was weak and unstable. When he grabbed her wrist, she staggered and fell to the ground. "I didn't drink..."
Then, she threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Jay, I miss you so much."
With her cheeks flushed in red, Daphne called out to Sebastian flirtatiously, "Jay, please don't think that I'm a dirty woman. I didn't do it on purpose..." She sounded like a teenager in love.
Daphne tears seeped through Sebastian's shirt. Now, his waist was wet.
Sebastian frowned.
His face dropped as he looked at Daphne, who was hugging his waist.
She looked really adorable.
Although she was looking at him with loving eyes, she was still calling out to another man.
Sebastian reached out and carried her in his arms. Then, he walked upstairs.
At the bathroom upstairs, Daphne had already prepared hot water in the bathtub for Sebastian to use when he came back.
Now, the water was extremely cold.
"Splash!"
Daphne was thrown into the bathtub.
When she got into the water, her white T-shirt adhered to her body, which revealed her slim and attractive figure.
Even though the bathtub was filled with cold water, Sebastian felt a rush of heat when he laid eyes on her body.
To be honest, he hated women to the core.
Ever since he ravished that woman five years ago, he was disgusted by the sight of women.
He wouldn't allow any woman to touch him, not even his sister.
However, when Daphne hugged him, he didn't feel disgusted at all. For some reason, he even liked the feeling.
"It's so cold..."
Daphne was trembling from head to toe in the bathtub.
Since she had drunk a lot of alcohol, the cold water didn't sober her up at all. If anything, she started spouting nonsense again.
"Jay," Daphne said.
Daphne laid in the bathtub as she called out to Jay's name coquettishly, "I'm cold."
She reached out and grabbed the hems of Sebastian's trousers. "Can you hug me?"
Right now, Daphne couldn't even see clearly. With her cheeks flushed in red, she looked at him and said,
"Can you take me outside? I feel so cold..."
The way she flirted with him was like music to his ears.
Sebastian hadn't felt this way for a long time.
He had to admit that Daphne stirred something in him.
However, she was still calling out to Jay's name.
Sebastian squatted down and raised her chin with his hand. "Who am I?"
Daphne pursed her lips. Then, she said, "You are Jay Carr."
Since she wasn't in her right mind at the moment, Jay was the only person she could see.
Sebastian frowned and pressed her head into the icy cold water.
The chilling water engulfed her head as she flailed her arms helplessly. Still, she couldn't sober up.
After a while, he let go and stared coldly into her eyes. "Now, what's my name?"
"Jay... Carr."
Once again, he pressed her head into the water.
Daphne choked on the water as tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked at Sebastian while sobbing, "Why don't you tell me your name then?"
Sebastian raised his hand and touched her soft lips. Then, he said, "I'm your husband."
"My hubby...?" Daphne said while looking at him with puppy eyes.
When he heard that, Sebastian had the sudden urge to make a move on her. It had been so long since he felt sexually aroused by a woman.
Daphne reached out and cupped his face. With her eyes brimming with tears, she said, "I don't want to be in the tub anymore!"
"Stop bullying me, I've acknowledged you as my husband!"
Daphne was a natural beauty. Now, she looked even more gorgeous with her red cheeks and tear-stained face.
Sebastian looked at her and said in a low and hoarse voice, "You drunkard."
"Do you want to know what it means to get bullied?"
Daphne looked at him with intoxicated eyes. Then, she shook her head.
Sebastian replied in a hoarse voice, "I'll teach you."
Once he finished speaking, he climbed into the bathtub.
......
The next day.
It was early in the morning.
With curtains drawn to the side, the dazzling sunlight filtered through the windows.
Beside the French windows, a man stood with his back to Daphne. He was looking out of the windows.
The man had a tall figure. Even from his back, one could feel the intimidating aura emanated from him.
Daphne woke up with a headache.
Last night, she had a very wild dream. On her wedding night, she had an affair with a handsome man in the bathtub.
Her dream was too ridiculous. After thinking about it for a while, she opened her eyes.
The moment she woke up, she saw a man facing the windows right in front of her. Feeling shocked, she couldn't even speak properly.
"You... you!"
"Who are you!"
Why was there a man in her room?
The man was tall and straight. Judging from his figure, she knew that he was definitely not Mr. Russell.
"Who is that?" Daphne thought.
Did she really have an affair last night?
When he heard Daphne's shocked tone, Sebastian frowned and turned to look at her. "You're not allowed to drink in the future."
Last night, she finished millions of dollars worth of wine.
Even though he didn't really care about the price, he still felt a twinge of regret because those were his precious collections.
After he finished speaking, Sebastian walked out of the room indifferently.
Daphne was petrified. She sat on the bed for a while before coming back to her senses.
Last night, she remembered that she felt horrible after watching the news about Jay and Khloe.
So, she drank a little bit of alcohol.
Later on...
"No way!" Daphne shouted.
Looking at the bruises and scars on her body, Daphne felt horrified.
Last night was her first night with Mr. Russell as newlyweds. Her husband didn't return home yesterday, so she had sex with a stranger last night...
All of a sudden, she thought of the rumors about Mr. Russell being a psychopath.
Daphne knew what was going to happen to her from now on.
That man who had sex with her even stayed back to warn her about drinking alcohol in the future.
She would never drink alcohol anymore!
While she was beating up herself about the incident, someone opened the door,
Brian who was wearing a pastel yellow shirt tiptoed inside. "I'm hungry."
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His name is Killian Morozcov. He moved liked he owned the world and planted bullets in the heads of men who looked at him the wrong way. He came into the brothel and left with her, and no matter how much she pleaded, he refused to tell her why.
In Ariella's experience, she's learnt that you either stab someone in the back or they'll do it to you. Yet Killian showed her a side of humanity she'd never seen before and her defences fall, leading to a love that they both knew couldn't last.
he was an heir to a Mafia kingdom, and she was a girl from a brothel with no familial backing.
their love was doomed the moment Killian saved her.
especially since he saved the wrong girl. he'd gone to the brothel thinking Ariella was his lost sister, Stella Morozcov.
he'd been wrong and in the process of continuing his search for Stella he grew attracted to Ariella. so much that he felt that he couldn't breath without her.
Their love is built on nothing but pain and deceit...skeletons rotting in their closets. They both have secrets that could tear them apart.
But the past is a funny thing... no matter how much you run from it, it always guns you down in the end.
8.9
WARNING: FOR MATURE READERS ONLY!!!
This erotica collection is raw, hot, intense, and packed with deliciously filthy fucktwists that will leave you breathless.
Each story is steamy, gripping, and driven by compelling plots that pull you deep into forbidden desire.
You will find A strict 59-year-old professor bends his tempting student over his desk and growls that she's been a very bad girl.
A college student wakes up sore and dripping in her biggest rival's bed, with no memory of how many times he fucked her senseless.
Her hot stepdad has a secret camera aimed at her bed. When she catches him watching, she doesn't rage - she spreads her legs and gives him the show of his life.
A seductive woman is the only weakness of a ruthless mafia king, and he finally claims her body as his own.
She knows her sister is cheating, so she seduces her husband right in front of her - and her sister can't say a single word.
Piper's rent is overdue. Instead of paying up, she drops to her knees for the landlord while her boyfriend watches.
A spoiled, arrogant rich brat demands a private striptease. The dancer doesn't walk away - she dances for him until he completely loses control.
An assistant's boyfriend has a huge cock, but "Daddy" knows exactly how to ruin her with his tongue. She chooses Daddy.
Best friends make a wicked bet: seduce my dad. She takes the bet... and loses all control the moment he bends her over.
Chloe has been secretly masturbating to her stepbrother's photos, moaning his name as she comes. She can't hide it much longer.
A married gym coach can't stop staring at the sexy teacher. She goes all the way and lets him take her between her thighs.
Her doctor tells her she needs rest... but she's determined to prove she's strong enough to be fucked senseless on his examination table.
Every twisted fantasy and every scorching answer waits inside these pages.
Flip the pages, spread your legs... and get ready to throb.
8.7
My little brother's heart monitor was screaming its final warning. I called my husband, Dante Volkov, the ruthless underworld king whose life I'd saved years ago. He had promised to send his elite medical team.
"I'm handling an emergency," he snapped, then hung up. An hour later, my brother was dead.
I found out what Dante's "emergency" was from his mistress's social media. He had sent his team of world-class surgeons to deliver her cat's kittens. My brother died for a litter of cats.
When Dante finally called, he didn't even apologize. I could hear her voice in the background, asking him to come back to bed. He even forgot my brother was dead, offering to buy him a new toy to replace the one his mistress deliberately crushed.
This was the man who had promised to protect me, to make my high school tormentors pay. Now, he was holding that very tormentor, Seraphina, in his arms. Then came the final blow: a call from the clerk's office revealed our seven-year marriage was a sham. The certificate was a forgery.
I was never his wife. I was just a possession he was tired of. After he left me to die in a car crash for Seraphina, I made one call. I texted a rival mob heir I hadn't spoken to in years: "I need to disappear. I'm calling it in."
8.5
"You are getting married, huh?" A shrill voice asked me from behind. "You don't look happy.'
"It's a complicated situati..." He cut me off.
"I can make you happy."
My eyes darted between his lips and eyes, he noticed my indecision and locked his lips with mine.
While battling with betrayal, Iris melts into a mafia's touch without knowing who he is. Now she must bear all the consequences that follow.
9.5
Desperate to save her dying mother, Ariana Moreno walks straight into the world of the mafia.
Elijah Fiorensco is danger wrapped in power-cold, ruthless, and used to owning everything he touches... including her.
"And who the fuck is that guy?!" he roared, veins bulging in his neck.
"I–I... he's my friend," I stammered, fear creeping into my voice as his rage swallowed the room.
"Listen to me," he growled, fingers tightening around my throat. "The next time I see you with that bastard, I'll kill him-brutally-right in front of you. Don't ever try me, Ariana."
In a world ruled by his obsession, loyalty and rage. One wrong move could made her loose everything.
8.3
I was just the decoration at the gala, the dutiful wife of Chicago's Underboss, Dante Moretti.
Then my phone buzzed with a photo of his hand on another woman's thigh, taken inside the venue just minutes ago.
I finally snapped, leaking the photo to the press to shame him.
Dante dragged me home, pinned me to the sofa, and carved a thin line into my collarbone with a switchblade.
"You don't get to leave until I say you're done," he warned.
But the real devastation came later. An anonymous video file revealed the truth about my mother's "suicide" ten years ago.
She didn't jump. My sister, Sofia, pushed her.
And Dante? He didn't marry me for power. He brokered a deal with my father to cover up the murder and took me as hush money.
I crashed Sofia's birthday party to expose them, but my father slapped me in front of everyone.
Dante grabbed my fresh wound and forced me to my knees.
"Apologize to your sister," he threatened, "or I bulldoze your mother's grave right now."
I swallowed my pride, bowed my head, and apologized.
But Sofia just laughed, pulled out a detonator, and pressed the button anyway.
"Oops," she giggled as the explosion rocked the ground. "Happy birthday to me."
Watching the smoke rise from my mother's destroyed mausoleum, the old Elena died.
I vanished into the night, leaving behind signed divorce papers and my bloodied dress.
When Dante finally tracked me down, I wasn't hiding in fear.
I was standing next to his mortal enemy, Luca Rossi, wearing a massive diamond ring.
I handed Dante a cream-colored envelope.
"What is this?" he asked, his hands trembling.
"An invitation," I said, my voice ice-cold. "To the wedding of Don Luca Rossi and Elena Vitiello."