Forbidden desiress

This is wrong Clark, Rachel is my sister." I said out of breath as he continued assaulting my neck with kisses. "I don't care Eva, it's you I want and desire and not her." "what will the world say??? what if she finds out about this Clark?? what then??" I asked with uncertainty. "I want you and care only about you Eva and the world can go to hell!!! are you ready to hold my hand as we walk through this path together???" "Clarkkkk." "Answer me, Eva!! are you ready???" Eva Mendes harbours a secret attraction for her sister's husband Clark Anderson and as she struggles with her guilt and shame, she finds herself drawn to Clark's confident nature despite the danger of ruining her sister's relationship and her own reputation. As their desires intensify, they realize that their secrets and lies may ultimately lead to their downfall or will it???

Chapters

Chapter 1

EVA'S POV

"I am sorry Eva but it is just not working and I think it's best we end this relationship...I wish you all the best and I pray you meet someone who is as amazing as I was."

I read the text message over and over again as I burst into laughter.

"You pray I meet someone as amazing as you??? The nerve of this fucker!!" I said as I continued laughing.

"What's the matter sister??? Why are you laughing??" my younger sister Rachel asked as she walked into the room.

"Take a look at this." I said as I showed her the text message I got from my boyfriend or ex boyfriend at the moment.

"Again??" she asked with a worried look on her face.

"You are sounding like this is bad."

"This is actually bad Eva...this one broke up with you through a text message!! Are you sure you aren't doing something wrong in your relationships??"

"What do you mean by that Rachel??? It's not my fault that these bastards can't see the amazing person they had as their girlfriends." I said, rolling my eyes.

"But this is the fifth guy who has broken up with you in the space of three months."

Well, Rachel may be right but I wasn't the problem and besides I am not one to force someone to stay in a relationship when they don't want to.

"I don't need you to keep tabs on my relationships Rachel...I am not a child."

"Exactly sister, you aren't a child and neither am I...very soon, mom is going to start asking questions."

"Asking questions about what??" I asked.

"About our men...when we are going to bring a man home and when we are getting married."

Here we go again, the constant reminder that age wasn't on my side anymore and that I needed to bring home a man.

Sometimes I really don't know the difference between my sister and my Mother because they have the exact same characteristics especially when it came to taunting me about marriage.

"Marriage is a different ballgame Rachel....besides, I am not going to force a man to come marry me." I said.

"Well I want to get married on time...if you don't, well sucks for you." she said as she walked out of the room.

My sister Rachel who I was older than with just 2 years could be a pain in the ass most times.

She was always the one to remind me that I wasn't getting any younger and for some reasons, she was my mom's favorite.

When it came to relationships, I was the jinxed one and she was always the lucky one because even when she breaks up with her boyfriends, they go as far as coming to the house to plead for her to take them back.

One time, one of them bought my mom a car just to plead with her to speak and beg my sister on his behalf.

After going through the break up text message I was sent for the last time, I decided to do something shameful by calling him.

I dialed his number and it rang.

"Hello Eva, I hope my text message reached you well???" he asked.

"Why??" I asked.

"Why what??"

"Why are you breaking up with me??? What did I do wrong??"

"Look Eva, I thought we were over this already??"

"Over what??? You sending me a lousy text message that you are breaking up with me for no reason??"

"No reason?? Really Eva?? You think I broke up with you for no reason??"

"Then why did you break up with me??"

"Your standards are so high up your ass ever and even your standards have more ass than you ever will...your condescending behavior isn't going to take you far and the truth is that time isn't really on your side anymore...you look for every fault in me but the actual truth is that you are far from being perfect yourself but you don't see that because your Ego has blinded you....look, I wish you all the very best and please don't call me again." he said as he hung up the call.

I hung my mouth so wide open that flies threatened to fall in.

"Did he just say all of that to me??" I asked myself.

I dialed his number again but it wasn't going through which could only mean that he blocked me.

"He fucking blocked me!!!" I said as I laughed like a maniac.

I couldn't believe that after insulting me, he had the nerves to block me.

There was no way I was going to just sit back and watch him do that to me without doing anything about it.

I got up from the bed, freshened up, wore my clothes and made another stupid decision of going to his house to tell him every piece of my mind.

"Eva, where are you going and that too in a hurry??" my mother asked.

"Somewhere mom." I said.

"I hope the place you are going to will put a ring on your finger??"

"Mom!!???"

"What??? Do you think you are getting any younger??"

"I have no time for this mom."

"Well you better do because very soon I will be shipping you off my house."

I wasn't in the mood to respond to her taunts and so I just walked out of the house.

After ordering an uber, it took about an hour to get to his location due to the distance of his house.

I paid the uber his money as he drove off and I looked around the house before pressing the doorbell.

At first there was no response and when I pressed the doorbell again, I heard footsteps walking towards the door.

As soon as the door sprang open, I saw a blonde haired lady standing with just a towel around her chest.

"Hi, who are you and what are you here for??"

Continue to next part

Grieving her brother's death, Clara Hayes is suddenly hunted for the millions he stole. Facing a lethal corporate syndicate, she is forced into a lifetime of servitude to settle the debt. Her owner is Julian Cross, a mysterious billionaire and her childhood love. However, Julian is no longer the boy she knew; he has evolved into a cold predator. Having built a financial empire for the sole purpose of ensnaring her, he now demands far more than just repayment.

Billionaire Mafia Romance

8.0

From Broken Vessel To Mafia Queen

8.0

Years ago, I threw myself in front of an assassin's bullet to protect my Mafia boss husband, leaving me nearly infertile. He knelt in my blood, swearing I would be his only wife. But tonight, I heard him whisper to his childhood sweetheart in Italian: "My wife is a useless vessel; only you can give the Rossi family an heir." He thought I couldn't understand him, not knowing I used to work as an Italian translator. He also had no idea that an eight-week-old miracle was currently growing in my womb. Julian, you will never see your child. I no longer want your promises. I no longer want you. From now on, we will never cross paths again. Adieu, pour toujours.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.1

His Unwanted Bride, Another Man's Queen

8.1

My fiancé, the ruthless Mafia Underboss, tore my dead mother's necklace from my throat and fastened it around another woman's neck. "Diana needs it," Arthur said, his eyes cold. "My blood remembers loving her. It calms her anxiety." He was referring to the bone marrow transplant that saved his life. Diana was connected to the donor, and Arthur believed his new blood made him belong to her. I became a ghost in my own home, forced to watch him crown a usurper. When Diana faked a fall at a gala, accusing me of pushing her, Arthur didn't hesitate. He decided to "discipline" me publicly to teach me respect. He raised the whip. "Arthur, please, I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach. "Don't lie to me," he spat, and the lash came down. I lost our baby on that cold marble floor in a pool of blood. He didn't believe me. He stepped over my body to take Diana to dinner. He didn't stop there. He let my grandmother die in the ER to tend to Diana's bruised nose. He even dug up my grandmother's grave because Diana wanted the view for a garden. I finally fled, vanishing into the night. It wasn't until months later, when he found the autopsy report of our unborn child and the toxicology results proving Diana had been drugging him, that the fog lifted. He tracked me down to a small town, where I was finally healing with a good man. The feared Underboss fell to his knees in the pouring rain, holding the whip he had used on me, shaking violently. "Beat me, Ella," he begged, tears mixing with the mud. "Hurt me. Make us even." I looked at the monster I used to love and dropped his ring into the dirt. "You can't bring back the dead, Arthur," I whispered. "And you are dead to me."

Horror Mafia Romance

8.1

His Vow, Her Vendetta

8.1

I died once. Betrayed, broken, and discarded by the most powerful man in New York. Now, I'm back. Reborn on the very day my husband, Dante Moretti, handed me an expulsion agreement. But this time, I know his secret. The coldness in his eyes isn't cruelty; it's a slow-acting poison, a betrayal creeping through his veins, fed to him by those closest to him. This time, I don't cower. I meet his icy command with a slap and an ultimatum: I carry his heir. To cast me out is to sentence his own bloodline to death. He is the untouchable Don, a king on a poisoned throne, fighting a war within his own mind. I am the ghost of the queen he tried to break, armed with the memories of our enemies' every move. I won't be a pawn in their game again. I will dismantle them all, from my treacherous sister to the viper he calls a mother. I will be the queen he needs, even if he fights me every step of the way. It's a vendetta.

Action Mafia Modern

7.5

Reborn, I Ruined Their Perfect Life

7.5

I spent five years laundering my family's wealth and buying military-grade weapons to crown my husband, Alistair, the Don of the Chicago Mafia. But the night before his coronation, he drove an Italian stiletto into my stomach. He sneered that a Don needed a true Mafia Queen, and that was always meant to be his "fragile" friend, Kylie. As I bled out on the Persian rug, he revealed the sickening truth. The night I was found in a rival Irish boss's bed two years ago wasn't a setup by our enemies. Alistair had ordered his own mother and sister to drug and frame me. He just needed me terrified enough to sign over my merchant trust fund to prove my loyalty. My entire marriage, my sacrifices, and my stolen wealth were just stepping stones for him and his mistress. I had bled for him and won him the city, only to be slaughtered like a sacrificial lamb so he could hand my empire to another woman. Before the flames I started consumed us both, I swore I'd drag his entire family to hell. Opening my eyes again, the suffocating smoke was gone, replaced by the scent of lavender and the bitter taste of chloral hydrate. I was back on the exact night of the frame-up two years ago. Outside the door, my sister-in-law was whispering, waiting for the Irish boss to arrive so they could ruin me. This time, I was going to make sure she was the one in that bed.

Fantasy Mafia Modern

9.6

Rising From The Grave As A Queen

9.6

I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder. It was Clayton. The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister’s engagement party. "Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up. Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock. "Ivy? You're... we buried you." They hadn't buried me. They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability. Clayton’s shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger. He accused me of faking my death for attention. He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain. He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize. "You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation." But he made a fatal mistake. He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees. He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it. Before Clayton’s fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist. Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us. "Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand." I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face. I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself. I came back to bury them.

Mafia Modern Romance

Forbidden desiress

Chapter 1

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