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 3

EVA'S POV

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

"What is it Mom?? What happened??" I asked in instant panic.

"Just come home Eva, it isn't something I can say on the phone." she said as she hung up the call.

Christina then walked in after a little while.

"Hey, I've ordered some pizza..extra cheese the way you like it." she said.

"Thank you Christie but I think I will be heading home now."

"You are joking right??? Don't try me Eva."

"Mom just called and said there was an emergency at home and that I should come home now."

"Emergency?? What sort of Emergency??"

"I really don't know because she didn't say." I said.

"Are you sure it's really an emergency?? Your mom is very good at raising false alarms."

"I know right." I said as we burst into laughter.

"So what's going to happen to the Pizza I ordered??" she asked with a pouty face.

"Okay, I will stay until the pizza arrives and then take it home."

"Fair enough." she said.

"Anyway thank you so much."

"Why are you thanking me like I am some sort of stranger?? Please quit doing that."

"That reminds me, how is our man??" I asked.

"What man?? I broke up with that bastard." she said.

"What?? When?? And why?"

"Can you believe that I asked him to be more romantic and he said he wasn't born to be romantic?? Who says that?"

"Wait what??" I asked as I burst into laughter.

"I am serious Eva...like what is he?? a mafia lord??"

"He wasn't born to be romantic?? What sort of jerk says that??"

"I really don't know and I don't give a fuck....I want my man to be the most romantic person I can ever come across."

"Well, I guess we are both twinning in singlevile." I said.

"Oh not for long honey...I am already talking to someone else." she said as she winked at me.

"Already?? Girl,you are something else."

"Whatever girl."

The doorbell suddenly rang and Christiana ran to answer it.

Few seconds later, she came in with the pizza.

"Hmm, it smells so good." I said.

"As always....anyway you better be heading home now before your Mom calls me."

"Rightt....take care girl and I will see you soon."

"You too babe..and take it easy okay....also inform me of the emergency when you get home."

"I will." I said as I hugged her and left her apartment.

I finally got back to the house and as soon as I entered, my sister squealed so loudly that I almost had a heart attack.

"Where have you been??" she asked excitedly.

"I went out...what is the problem?? And where is mom??" I asked in confusion.

"She is in the kitchen bringing us some wine." she said.

I was beginning to get so confused.

"Wine?? Why??"

"Tada!!!" she yelled as she showed me her finger.

I saw a huge diamond ring on it.

"He proposed!!!!" she squealed in happiness.

"Wait, how long have you been dating this guy again??" I asked.

"Eva, why can't you always be genuinely happy for your sister??" my Mother said as she walked in on us.

"She doesn't like me mom, that is why." Rachel said, rolling her eyes.

"What do you mean by I don't like you?? I only asked a simple question, Rachel."

"And how is that your business?? I don't see a ring in your finger." My mom said to me.

"Mom, really?? That is what you have to say??"

"Am I wrong?? Your sister in a relationship of barely five months has already gotten a ring on her finger but you have been chasing off all the eligible bachelors with your character and you are one to talk??"

I wasn't feeling bad after she said those words to me because it wasn't the first time.

Life with my sister has always been a competition and the moment things don't work out for me but works out for my sister, I get blacklashes from my Mom.

"Congratulations Rachel, I am happy for you." I said.

"Mom, can you hear that??" Rachel said.

"Why are you like this Eva, why are you so jealous and envious of your sister??"

I suddenly burst into laughter.

"Jealous?? Envious?? Where is that coming from?? I have never been jealous or envious of Rachel because she is my younger sister and I have always wanted the best for her."

"Then why haven't you proved that??"

"How?? She came home with an engagement ring and as a sensible sister I asked how long has she been in the relationship??

"And how is that any of your concern Eva??? Is that the congratulations she is supposed to get from her older sister??"

"Mom, a relationship of barely five months and she is already accepting a ring??? Isn't it too early to be thinking about the future with a guy she barely knows??" I asked.

"And who says I don't know Clark??? He has shown me everything to know about him and I have even seen his family and they don't have a problem with me so what is your problem Eva??" Rachel asked.

I only wanted the best for my sister and maybe it's because of my past relationships and how it ended that makes me genuinely scared for Rachel but if this was the road she chose to go, I had no choice but to give her my full support.

"Rachel, I am deeply sorry and I am genuinely happy for you....congratulations and I wish you and your fiance nothing but the very best." I said.

"Thank you." she said smiling.

"Now you are talking like my daughter....this calls for celebration!!! my daughter is getting married!!" My mother said.

"Yes mom!! Soon to be Mrs Rachel." Rachel said.

"Yes and that reminds me...Rachel I want you to invite Clark over."

"When Mom??"

"Tomorrow."

"Oh goodness, this is really happening." I said as I sighed deeply.

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 3

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