
Forbidden desire- In Love With My Father's Best Friend
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" Make love to me, Ryan. F*ck me till my legs give way. "
When Amelia said this, she knew she was willing to risk everything... her father's trust and happiness.
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" Damnit, Amelia! He's my friend! " Her father snarled.
" And he's my lover! " She yelled right back.
Bryan shook his head, " No, child. Ryan is too dangerous for you. "
" And old, " he added in a whisper.
" I'm not a child anymore, daddy. I'm 21 " Amelia answered.
" Who knows nothing! End it with him or I'll disown you! " He was shouting now.
She stomped her feet on the ground like the child her father had called her, " I'm going to be with him, Dad! Get used to it. "
" He's being called a monster for a reason. Don't you know why? "
" Stupid reason. He doesn't deserve it. " she retorted and added, " And isn't he supposed to be your friend? "
Bryan shook his head, " You come first, Mel. I'm going to protect you from him. "
" At all cost. "
Forbidden desire- In Love With My Father's Best Friend Chapter 1
"You bitch! Come here!" Stella screamed at Amelia who ran away as fast as her short legs could carry her.
She knew she would be in trouble if she stayed back after class. Stella had invited her to a party the previous night. She had threatened to kill Amelia if the latter didn't show up and Amelia had refused to attend because going to parties wasn't her thing.
Now, Stella was there to carry out her threat. Earlier in class, Amelia didn't miss the glares Stella kept sending her way and she had shivered in pretense fear. Her best friend could be scary at times, Amelia thought, looking back. Sure enough, Stella was glaring at her.
"I'll see you tomorrow! I love you!" Amelia screamed, drawing the attention of some students nearby.
The guys gawked at her. She was a short beauty- if there was any word like that. With long blonde hair that cascaded down her back, ocean blue eyes, white skin and curves in the right places, she drew the attention of both genders. She was a sight to behold.
"You need a boyfriend, sweetheart. Those boobs of yours are helplessly crying for a guy's touch," Stella would always say shamelessly. While Amelia was an introvert and the shy type, Stella was an extrovert who would never hesitate to put someone in their place.
Stella hissed, "I hate you!" She screamed back and marched away.
Amelia laughed and slowed down her pace. She had successfully escaped Stella's wrath, for now at least.
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On getting home, she met her father which was very unusual. He was never home at this time of the day, she thought. Slowly, she approached him.
"Hi Dad, you're home early. Did something happen at the hospital?" She asked curiously. Bryan looked up and gave her a tired smile.
"Hey honey, how was class today?" He asked, ignoring her question.
Amelia's eyes bored into her father's, searching his face for some clue.
"At this rate, I'm afraid you'll drill a hole in me. Quit staring at me suspiciously," Bryan laughed and Amelia visibly relaxed, now convinced that her father was fine. She dropped her bag and slumped on the sofa tiredly.
Bryan stared at the bag for a while as though it bothered him, "You should go drop your bag in your room, then we'll talk."
Even though her father spoke softly, Amelia knew better than to argue with him. She could use the shower too, she told herself. She got up obediently and proceeded to her room. An hour later, looking fresh and all, she was about to tell her father how her day went when he informed her about his transfer at work.
Amelia's blood ran cold in fear and shock. Many thoughts ran through her mind as she processed the information.
"Sweetheart?" Bryan called when he received no response. Amelia jolted back into present.
"Uh?" She asked, staring at him blankly.
Bryan sighed, "I was waiting for your response but I noticed that you were lost in thought."
Amelia laughed harshly, "waiting for my response? Would stay if I ask you to?" She asked with a glare and added, "Don't ask for my opinion when you've made a decision."
She continued, "So am I gonna stay here alone? Or do you want me to stay in the girls' dorm?" She asked bluntly, masking her fear of being left alone.
Bryan shook his head, "No honey, I've made preparations for you to stay with my friend."
Amelia frowned her pretty eyebrows, wondering who that friend was. She was about to ask him who the friend was when another important question popped up in her mind and she asked, "How long will you be away for?"
He smiled bitterly, "A year at most."
Amelia's eyes widened, "A year?!"
"At most," he correctly and added, "It could be less."
"Who's this friend anyway?" She asked, crossing her hands around her breasts.
"Ryan," Bryan simply said.
Amelia racked her head for a minute until she remembered who he was, "Mr Woods??!" She shrieked.
Bryan raised an eyebrow in question, "Yeah, is there something wrong? "
Amelia thought about the handsome billionaire who had been friends with her father for as long as she could remember but she hadn't had much encounter with him because he was a man of little words who always wore an unapproachable expression. It made her wonder how they were able to maintain their friendship over the years.
She shook her head, "Oh! Nothing."
Bryan sighed, "I guess you know the kind of guy Ryan is, right?"
Amelia nodded and he continued, "Good. I want you to be a good girl. He's a very private person so do not poke your nose in his business, okay?"
Amelia pouted, "Dad!"
Bryan laughed, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. But you know how curious you can get at times."
"Just be good to him, huh?" He added.
Amelia smiled, and her dimples showed. "Sure, Dad. "
Bryan got up, "Go pack your bags while I take a shower. Then we'll head over to Ryan's place."
Amelia's smile dropped and her eyes widened in horror, "Why are we going to his place now? When are you traveling?"
Bryan sighed, "Tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow morning?!" Amelia shrieked.
Bryan nodded sadly and Amelia started to pity him, thinking to herself that the situation must be hard on him too, until she saw the corners of his mouth lift in... a smile?!
She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him, "Uh-huh, Looks like someone is happy to leave his daughter behind."
Bryan's head shot up and traces of the smile were gone too, "No darling, you can't possibly understand how bad I feel about leaving you behind."
Amelia rolled her eyes, "Whatever." She started walking to her room.
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Forbidden desire- In Love With My Father's Best Friend of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.9
This is my story of how to lose a mob boss in ten days.
I have a
I've been arranged to marry a monster.
Run away? Good idea. Tried that. Didn't work.
Because in my family, my father makes the rules.
And he says this wedding is happening .
But he still has a soft spot for me, his last remaining daughter.
So he offers me a deal.
Take ten days.
Get to know Sasha.
See if you change your mind.
Yeah, right.
Sasha Ozerov is a beast in Brioni.
He's ruthless, flawless, utterly unconcerned with mortals like me.
All he wants is what our marriage would bring
My family's power and the city in the palm of his hand.
But maybe, if I can make him back out of the deal...
I'll keep my freedom.
So I set out to do everything I can to drive him crazy.
I have ten days to make my husband hate me.
What happens if I start to love him instead?

9.1
Julian Laurent was known as the most notorious playboy in Rivermont, changing girlfriends as often as he changed his clothes and treating marriage like a joke.
Clara Sterling, on the other hand, had always been the most quiet and obedient daughter of the Sterling family. Raised as the heir since childhood, she had been flawless in every word and every gesture.
A family-arranged marriage forced these two complete opposites into the same life.
On their wedding night, Julian openly made out with a young model at a nightclub.
For the first time, Clara cast aside her propriety, slapping him and demanding a divorce on the spot.
But before the next day was over, their families had forced them to remarry.
This time, Julian managed to stay faithful for a month before he cheated again.
Clara filed for divorce once more, cutting ties with him completely.
However, that very same day, it was revealed that Clara was not the real daughter of the Sterling family, and she was thrown out.
At her lowest point, Julian found her and solemnly promised to protect her from then on.
They remarried again, and from that day forward, the scandals surrounding Julian ceased.
Everyone said Clara was lucky. Even her best friend insisted that Julian had truly settled down, and Clara believed it.
Until she saw him in a hospital corridor, holding her best friend's hand, his voice strained with deep emotion, "I never liked her. You're the one I've always loved!"
It turned out all of his tenderness had been a lie.
This time, she walked away and never looked back.
And the man who had once treated her as disposable only realized after she was gone that he had long since drowned in her quiet love, unable to escape.

9.7
Luna Elena Frost was never chosen, only assigned.
Bound to Alpha Alaric Ashbourne through a cold contractual marriage, she endures three years as a Luna in name only. He never comes home, never defends her, and never looks at her, while his heart belongs to another woman.
At his grandmother's funeral, Alaric publicly dissolves their marriage, humiliating Elena before the entire pack. In that moment, she finally understands the truth. She was never wanted.
But the Moon has not abandoned her.
A forgotten night resurfaces. Her long-silent wolf begins to awaken. And secrets buried within her bloodline start to surface, drawing danger from every direction.
Cast out by the pack that once used her, Elena must flee, survive, and uncover her true power.
Only then does the Alpha realize his mistake.
By the time he turns back in regret, the Luna he rejected may already be gone forever.

8.1
Elinor's frail daughter, Cece, died in a sterile hospital room while waiting for her father to take her to Disney World.
But her billionaire husband, Derick, never showed up. At the exact moment Cece's heart monitor flatlined, the hospital TV broadcasted Derick affectionately holding the hand of his mistress and he has booked a clearance of the entire Disneyland to celebrate mistress's daughter's birthday!.
When Elinor confronted Derick with their daughter's ashes, he sneered and accused her of hiding the child just to get his attention. Elinor's heart was torn to shreds. How could a father be so blind and ruthless? Did Kamryn use his power to steal the very kidney that belonged to Cece? Why did her innocent baby have to die for their sick affair?
The suffocating grief inside Elinor finally crystallized into a sharp blade. She wiped the blood from her lips, canceled the simple divorce, and began her ruthless revenge.

7.7
BAD REPUTATION
7.7
It was her hair that fascinated him. The reddish-brown mass was parted high to one side, windswept almost. And then there was her make-up, neutral save for the liner around her eyes and the bold lip colour... was that purple?
His gaze narrowed over it and she must have sensed his attention, her eyes flickering in his direction. "You know, it's rude to stare."
Her voice was husky, a crisp edge that rasped along his spine and sealed her appeal. Derek was hooked. Her eyes were back on the doors, her lack of interest obvious.
He should've taken it as a sign, but since when had he backed off from anything he fancied?

7.1
I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York.
To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen.
But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table.
It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test.
"Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture."
I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking.
He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago.
He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy.
He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go.
He was wrong.
I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don.
And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy.
I wanted to erase him.
I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built.
Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa."
It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul.
On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial.
When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth.
He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife.
Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.











