DOMINATED THE IN-LAW
"Oh. God, Eli, please! I'm not on the pills," I gasped, my fingers clawing at his shoulders.
"With a pussy as sweet as that?" he growled against my neck. "Jett was the loser. I'm not. I'm gonna fuck this pussy till the end. Afraid you're gonna have my child?"
My head dropped as a shudder ripped through me. "You're crazy!"
His voice dropped to a whisper. "You're mine now. My woman. And I'm gonna fuck you until this pretty body of yours only knows me."
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Rowanne Steele thought she had it all. A perfect marriage to Jett Carter, heir to the Carter empire, and a future filled with love. But when Jett dies in a tragic car crash, her world shatters. Her mourning days aren't over, still clinging to his memory, drowning in grief and loyalty to the man she thought she knew.
Until one night, a hidden truth rises from his belongings and everything Rowanne believed about her husband was a lie.
Lost and heartbroken, she runs into the only arms that feel safe, Eli Carter, Jett's younger brother.
What begins as a moment of comfort in the rain turns into a mistake neither of them can forget. A mistake that feels far too much like fate.
Rowanne swears it can't happen again. Eli refuses to let go. Whether forbidden or not, he's determined to claim her. And this time, he won't lose.
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Chapter 8
ROWANNE'S POV
Thailand. Escape.
That's what I'd told myself. A reset. A chance to breathe somewhere far away from Eli Carter.
Except, I'd clearly forgotten one crucial thing, Rory Knight, Vivian's fiancé, was Eli's best friend. And Eli? Single, available and dangerously so... meaning he was here. As the best man.
Perfect.
The humid evening air clung to my skin as I stood under the glow of string lights, pretending to enjoy the music and laughter swirling around the open garden terrace.
My fingers toyed with the rim of my wine glass while my gaze betrayed me, drifting toward the sound of his laugh.
Eli stood across the crowd with Rory, laughing easily, that same casual confidence wrapped around him like a tailored suit.
The sight of him shouldn't have affected me but it did. It always did.
A day before flying here, I'd ignored his calls. Then I'd ignored them again. And again.
But it was useless. I could run to another continent, change time zones, change my damn name again and I still couldn't outrun him.
Even from across the terrace, I could feel him. That pull. That memory of his mouth on mine, of the way his voice had broken through my composure.
His words still burned in me like an old bruise I couldn't stop touching. "I want you, Rowanne."
God.
I swallowed hard, pressing the cold glass to my lips. My body remembered everything, every forbidden ache, every pulse that had no business belonging to him.
And then, he started walking toward me.
My pulse spiked. Panic unfurled low in my stomach. Leave. Now. No one would notice. I could slip away, vanish into the crowd before he reached me.
"Vivi," I said quickly, placing my glass into my sister's hand, "hold onto my wine for a second, okay?"
But before I could move, Vivian followed my line of sight. Her smile lit up instantly. "Come on, let's say hi to your brother-in-law. He just flew in!"
My stomach dropped. "Vivi, I'm really pressed-"
Too late. She was already tugging me forward, her excitement completely ignorant of the fact that my heart was about to explode out of my chest.
"Eli! Oh my God, it's so good to see you. I'm so sorry for your loss," she gushed, throwing her arms around him.
I stayed behind her, blinking fast, trying to steady my breathing. His words echoed in my head like a curse: Answer my calls, Ro.
I shut my eyes for a second, biting my lip. Maybe I should've answered. Maybe ignoring him had only made things worse.
"Rowanne told me it wasn't just a casual accident," Vivian said sympathetically. "I hope the police find whoever did it soon."
My lungs tightened. I wanted to vanish.
I began inching backwards, silently praying she wouldn't notice. "Ro? Rowanne?"
I froze mid-step. "Oh." My laugh was thin, awkward. "Yes, sorry."
I straightened, walking back into the circle like a guilty schoolgirl. And when my eyes finally met Eli's, he was already looking at me with that infuriating look that made me feel so seen.
A ghost of a smirk tugged at his mouth before he lowered his head, trying and failing to hide it.
Was I funny to him? Was this funny? The way he had me completely undone, barely keeping my composure while pretending to be the grieving widow?
Heat flooded my chest.
"I think I really need to use the restroom," I said quickly, forcing a polite smile. "You guys talk."
And this time, I didn't wait for permission. I turned, walking away as fast as my heels would allow, each step pounding with the sound of my own heartbeat.
I didn't stop until I reached the far edge of the garden, where the laughter and music softened into the night.
Two days. Two entire days I'd managed to avoid Carter.
I knew that avoiding him was only feeding the fire and that the next time our paths crossed, neither of us would be strong enough to walk away.
The lace hugged my skin soft, sinful, and dangerously delicate. I ran my fingers over the sheer white fabric, tracing the floral embroidery that looked far too angelic for the kind of thoughts circling in my head. Vivian's bridal shower, I reminded myself.
This wasn't about Eli Carter and his godforsaken blue eyes.
"Okay, Ro, come on! You've been in there forever!" Vivian's voice was impatient and playful for my pounding heart.
"Yeah," Kalea added, laughing from outside the curtain. "If you don't come out in five seconds, I'm coming in!"
I rolled my eyes and took one last look in the mirror. The lace dress was... breathtaking.
The kind of piece you wore when you didn't want to just be seen, you wanted to be remembered.
I pulled the curtain aside and stepped out.
The reaction was instant.
Vivian gasped. Sarah covered her mouth. Kalea blinked once, twice, before letting out a sharp whistle.
"Holy hell, Rowanne!" Kalea grinned, eyes wide. "You look like a literal fantasy. Who even let you wear that?"
"Oh my God," Vivian breathed, standing up from the couch. "Ro, that's- that's lace. I knew that was the lace! Good thing I chose that."
Sarah's giggle joined hers, light and teasing. "If I looked like that, I'd be the one getting married."
I tried to smile, but warmth crept up my neck. "You guys are exaggerating. It's just a dress."
"Just a dress?" Kalea said, circling me slowly. "Sweetheart, that's the kind of dress that makes men forget their own names." She paused, tapping her chin dramatically. "Like Sivan?"
Vivian's head whipped toward her. "Sivan?"
I felt my stomach tighten. "Kalea." My tone was a warning, but she only raised her brows innocently.
Vivian blinked. "Wait. Sivan Knight? My fiancé's brother? You mean that Sivan?"
I forced a small laugh, brushing imaginary dust from the dress. "It's nothing. Just forget it. We only bumped into him on the way here. I guess he doesn't know much about me."
Vivian squinted suspiciously but said nothing more, still admiring the outfit. "Well, whatever it is, you look stunning. The theme is white elegance, not divine temptation, but I guess I can make an exception."
Sarah nodded eagerly. "You have to wear that tonight. Everyone will die... In the photos! We are taking tons. Show some to Sivan."
I caught my reflection in the boutique mirror again. The lace, the curves it barely concealed, the glow on my skin. Maybe Thailand wasn't the escape I hoped for.
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My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family.
Their heirs were rumored to die young from a mysterious genetic agony. My sister Kayden laughed, saying she wasn't going to waste her youth planning a funeral. So, I became the sacrificial lamb.
When I refused, my father slammed his hand on the table and threatened to throw my dead mother's ashes into the city dump.
"You are a struggling actress with no money and no power. You have no choice," he told me coldly.
To make matters worse, my own agent drugged my drink at a business dinner, trying to sell my body to a sleazy investor just to secure project funding.
I was completely cornered, suffocating under the weight of their cruelty. I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could be so vicious, treating me like a worthless pawn to be traded and discarded.
But none of them knew that while escaping the drug-laced dinner, I crashed directly into the terrifying Vaughn heir, Algot.
When his glowing crimson eyes locked onto me during a violent episode of his cursed pain, we discovered an impossible truth: my physical touch was the only cure for his agony.
Looking at the dark bruises he accidentally left on my neck, I chose not to run. Instead, I pulled out the private business card he gave me and dialed his number.
"You need me," I whispered to the dangerous billionaire. "And I am going to use you to destroy them all."
9.8
When Dawn Collins agrees to marry a stranger, love is the last thing on her mind.
All she wants is to protect her siblings and give them a better life. But fate leads her into the arms of Adam Manchester-a man whose heart belongs to a wife lying in a coma.
As Dawn slowly melts the ice around Adam's heart, she begins to believe that maybe, just maybe, love can bloom from sacrifice.
But on the night she's ready to claim her happiness, Adam's wife wakes up.
Now, caught between guilt, love, and heartbreak, Dawn must decide whether to fight for the man she's grown to love... or walk away from the life she risked everything to build.
Because some hearts never let go-and some love stories were never meant to have an easy ending.
7.5
I was Nyx, a top-tier covert operative. But when I opened my eyes, I was trapped in the unfamiliar, overweight body of a bullied girl named Eliza.
Before I could even process the body swap, the bedroom door splintered open. I was in bed with Julian Malone, a wealthy military heir, both of us heavily drugged. Cameras flashed wildly. It was a vicious setup to ruin his career, and I was the bait.
To save his family's reputation, Julian was forced to marry me. But the moment the wedding was over, he abandoned me. His elite family treated me like a disease. His mother froze my only bank account, trying to starve me into submission.
I even intercepted a private conversation between his parents.
"Once she's in a private facility, she loses all legal standing. We can sign anything we want on her behalf."
They planned to lock me up in a mental asylum and erase my existence entirely to get rid of the "trailer park trash."
To them, I was just a weak, pathetic pawn they could crush without a second thought. They thought they had backed a helpless girl into a corner.
They had no idea they had just declared war on a lethal weapon.
I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I bypassed their state-of-the-art security, cracked their safe, and stole the financial secrets that could destroy their entire empire.
"I want five hundred thousand dollars, or these files go to the IRS."
This time, I was playing by my own rules.
7.9
I woke up in a burning warehouse, twelve years after my supposed death. My body had been reset to its physical prime, the deep burn scar on my wrist completely gone.
Through the smoke, my eldest son, Kennard, rushed blindly into the flames. He was screaming the name of the very woman who had orchestrated this trap—Brittnie.
When I tackled him out of the way of a falling steel beam, he didn't recognize my youthful face. Instead, he pinned me to the concrete and nearly crushed my windpipe.
"How much did she pay you to carve up your face to look like a dead woman?"
He hissed the words at me, treating me like a sick corporate spy. For a decade, a bizarre narrative "script" had brainwashed my son, forcing him into pathetic devotion to Brittnie. She had drained his wealth, turned my daughter against him, and hollowed out our family empire.
Whenever Kennard tried to resist her, the mind control punished him with agonizing migraines, driving him to smash his own hands against the wall just to cope with the pain.
Hearing him quietly sobbing outside my locked door, my heart shattered. How could this invisible force torture my brilliant son and turn my family into puppets for a D-list actress?
I dragged him to the hospital for a DNA test.
When the results confirmed my maternity at 99.999%, the cold billionaire collapsed to the floor, weeping in my arms like a lost child.
I wiped his tears and smiled ruthlessly. It was time to take back my empire and burn Brittnie's life to the ground.
8.6
Sinful Addiction
8.6
HOLY SHIT! My father's best friend had his face buried in between my legs.
I threw my head back against the headrest, fisting his hair in my palms but it only urged him to go faster.
His breath was warm against my clit and just when I thought I couldn't get enough, he hummed, the vibration sending intense waves of pleasure through me.
"Oh my God," this was so wrong yet my body betrayed me, leaning closer into his touch.
~~
Diane Ashford thought four years in Paris had killed the forbidden feelings she had for Damon Pierce. But returning to New York brings the past rushing back. Damon is her father's best friend, her protector, and the man who makes every part of her body ache for him.
Now working as his assistant, Diane must face desire, secrets, and family lies that could destroy them. Damon is powerful, possessive, and impossible to resist.
Can their forbidden love survive the truth or will it ruin them both?
7.5
I spent ten years blindly devoted to my husband, Kyler, building a perfect life together.
When I went into premature labor, he held my hand and promised everything would be fine.
But the moment I woke up in the VIP delivery room, the doctor coldly declared my newborn daughter dead.
Kyler rushed in, his face a mask of grief, insisting on taking her body away immediately to handle the arrangements.
If I hadn't heard my supposedly dead baby's telepathic voice echoing in my head, I would have handed her over.
She told me Kyler had poisoned my prenatal vitamins to induce early labor.
He bribed the medical team to fake her death so he could harvest her rare stem cells to save his sick mistress.
And worse, he had pulled the security detail from our eight-year-old son's school.
He was letting cartel kidnappers take my boy just to force me to sign over my family's billionaire trust fund.
The man I kissed every morning was a monster wearing my husband's skin.
How could he smile at me while planning to murder our children and drain my family's wealth?
The sheer terror and betrayal tore my heart into a thousand jagged pieces.
But I didn't scream or confront him.
Instead, I faked a hysterical breakdown, clutched my baby tight, and quietly contacted my family's private mercenary team.
"File the injunctions. I want him destroyed by morning."