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 2

EVA'S POV

"Hi, who are you and what are you here for??" she asked.

"Wow, it's barely even minutes since he broke up with me and now he is with another??" I asked as I scoffed.

"What??? Excuse me, I ask again who the hell are you and why are you here??"

"I should be the one asking you that question...why are you at my boyfriend's house??" I asked.

Never did I ever think I would stoop so low as to do whatever I was doing at the moment.

"Boyfriend?? I think you lost your way here." She said.

I was about to respond to her when the one who broke up with me through a text message yelled from a distance.

"Baby,who is it??!!!"

"Baby?? Oh wow." I said as I laughed.

"I don't know...I think she lost her say here and she is acting crazy too."

I heard footsteps as he walked out.

"Eva???" He said in shock.

"Yeah, Eva and it looks like you have found yourself a new plaything."

"Watch your words Eva.... aren't you ashamed of yourself??? I broke up with you through a text message and I was pretty sure I made the message clearer by blocking you and now you came to My house?? How shameless can you be??" He asked.

Tears gathered in my eyes as they threatened to fall after hearing those words come out of his mouth.

"You are the only one who is shameless!! So she was the reason you broke off our relationship??!!"

"Eva, you and I both knew the relationship wasn't going to last anyway so please go back home and move on." He said.

"What about the things I have ever gotten for you??!! I want them back!!"

Honestly, this was not how I imagined myself venting out of anger.

I was so hurt because I invested my time and effort in this particular relationship to make it work.

"You have overstayed your welcome, please leave now." Blondie said.

"Shut the fuck up!!! I wasn't talking to you."

She scoffed and went inside in such a hurry.

"That's right...walk away." I said.

"Leave now Eva or I am calling security."

"I am not going anywhere until you give me back the things I gifted you during the duration of our relationship."

Suddenly,Blondie came back out and before I could say something to her, she poured water on me.

I hung my mouth open in surprise as I looked at my body from head to toe.

"The next time you come here, it will be Acid.. stupid bitch." She said as they went inside and slammed the door on my face.

"Relationship-100 and Eva-0" I said as the tears threatening to come out finally came out.

I walked out and ordered a ride to my best friend's house drenched in water as I hung my head low in shame.

As soon as I got there, I knocked.

"Who is it?? I'm coming!!" She said.

Few seconds later, she opened the door.

"Hi Christina." I said.

"Oh my goodness!!! What happened, Eva??? Why are you drenched?? Did it rain??" She asked as she looked around in confusion.

"Can I come Inside first??"

"Yeah sure."

I walked inside the house and asked her for a change of clothes and after changing my clothes I sighed deeply as I laid on the bed.

"Girl, what happened??"

"Matthew broke up with me." I said.

"Again??!!"

"Really?? Even you???" I asked.

"I am sorry....but why??"

"I don't even know...he broke with me through a text message." I said as I showed her the text messages.

"He ended the relationship and had the guts to say all of these??" She asked in anger.

"That's not the craziest part....I am just coming from his house after his blonde girlfriend drenched me with water."

"You are joking right??"

"I wish I was."

"But why??? Why did you go over there Eva? That is unlike you."

"I don't even know why I went there, Christie.... it's like I was being compelled."

" Well I understand you Sweetie....it's yet another unexplainable breakup and maybe you just wanted closure."

"Never again am I getting into another relationship...I am done!!!" I said.

"Hey, don't say that....there is someone for you out there and when he comes, he will love and appreciate you for who you are."

"The universe is against me and I know there isn't anyone for me out there."

"That's what you said the last time before Matthew." She said, rolling her eyes.

"Girl, are you rolling your eyes at me??"

"Maybe." She said as we burst into laughter.

"You just need to take it easy Eva...work on yourself and the right man will find you." She said.

"Thanks babe...I am glad I came here because I knew I would feel better."

"How's your mom??"

"She is still mom...still persistent about me getting married."

"She needs to stop pressuring her children to get married!!"

"Says someone whose Father arranged a blind date for her." I said teasingly.

We both burst into laughter.

"No, my Dad is another version of crazy." She said.

"I figured."

"Everything will be fine Eva...just don't lose hope in love okay??"

"Okay, I guess...by the way I am starving." I said.

"You went to your ex's house on an empty stomach??? What, you intended to eat there??" She asked, smirking.

"you were the last person I expected to tease me like this." I said laughing.

"Well what are best friends for??"

"Are you going to feed my empty belly or not??"

"Calm dowTiger...Let me order some pizza...I'll be right back." She said.

"Thanks babe."

"Always welcome mama." She said as she left.

I looked around reminiscing on the event that happened earlier on and I realized how stupid I was.

Just as I was lost in thoughts, my phone started ringing.

I checked the caller Id and found out it was my mom calling.

" Hello, Mother??"

"Eva, you need to come over to the house right now...it's an emergency."

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 2

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