His Secret Quintuplets
Now, I'm caring for five children as a mother.
I'm simply an average girl who had an unexpected kid after having an unfortunate encounter with a guy. 5 more!
A number of years later, I made another attempt to enter the workforce, but this time I met with much resistance. My memory of the dashing person makes me think he will become a powerful business leader. He was charming, affluent, and surprisingly commanding. Years later, he still carried a grudge over the gratuity I had given him and relentlessly teased me, but I let it go since he was unaware of my family situation.
"Dear children, your father is a micromanager. We need him so much!"
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Chapter 10
"Yes." Doris nodded.
"Honey, go out there and have some fun with Duke."
I didn't ask Susan call until Monday morning before work.
Turn on hands-free mode.
"Hello there, my kid was the one who painted your car earlier today. What kind of price might I expect?" Asked Susan.
You have the option of paying 20,000 dollars if the total is more than 20,000. "
There are twenty thousand?
Susan glanced up at me.
I was aware that it wouldn't be a cheap option.
Pointing to her mobile phone, Susan continued, "I have a child to raise. My financial situation is not very stable. Is it possible for me to pay in installments?" Asked Susan.
"Where are you hiding your husband?"
Both Susan and I were taken aback when he asked us this question.
I put one palm to my neck and pretended to be dead so they would leave me alone.
Susan said, "dead."
I showed Susan my approval by giving her the middle finger.
Bruce Scott speaking to you on the other end of the phone."
"Thereafter, make payments in installments."
I struggled through the job. I went to the parking garage around lunchtime and it was underground. I crept up on the Bentley once I saw that the driver was not currently inside.
Even when there is no sunshine, the paint body still gives off a bright sheen, which is a sign of a very high-quality finish and commands a very high price.
I am curious as to the locations of the markings that Doris has painted. It was discovered that Doris had painted a large flower on the door, although I have to admit that it turned out very well.
But Doris is quite skilled when it comes to choosing automobiles. She went with the automobile that belonged to her father.
As I crouched down to take a closer look, I suddenly sensed that there was something off about the atmosphere.
Donna Davis's Pov
As I slowly turned around, my heart began to beat more quickly. Even though I had a pretty good idea who it was, I still felt like I was about to pass out when I saw the towering dark figure.
Mr. Matthews, the color of my face is changing. My goodness, I must have been acting in a pretty peculiar manner! Well... I have no idea who painted
I have no idea who painted The depth of Sean Matthews' black eyes seemed to consume me completely.
"No, my..."
"Please see me in the afternoo at my office."
After finishing, Sean Matthews joined him in the black Maybach that was waiting for him.
I saw the automobile pull away from the parking lot.
Why should I bother going to his office?
I didn't do anything wrong.
Sean Matthews, don't you think there's a miscommunication here?
I'm so anxious that it's making me want to weep.
I needed to use the restroom, so I went.
After finishing their meal, whomever was in the restroom opened the door and gargled.
The topic of Donna Davis is brought up once again.
I eavesdropped on the door panel, saying me?
"Ask how she managed to work her way up to the secretary position. They look up to her with great awe."
"What is the point of being envious? It was Mr. Matthews himself who was responsible for promoting it. It would seem that Donna Davis was having an affair with Mr.Matthew, but where exactly do you see this? "
" It is common knowledge that Mr. Matthews does not engage in sexual activity with any of the female employees at the firm.
"You are correct. One such gentleman is Mr. Matthews. We still have a chance, despite the passage of time."
"Isn't it..."
After a brief exchange, the two gentleme got up and went.
My heart felt much more at ease after listening to them for a while.
Sean Matthews will not be able to hook up with any of the top group's female staff members if they do this. I genuinely, really, and entirely want to forget everything that took place in the meeting room.
Unhappily, it was already two o'clock.
I was standing outside the office when I decided to knock on the door. After then, I heard a voice that was respectfully low saying, "come in."
As I opened the door, I could see the dark silhouette of a man standing behind the large desk that was situated in front of the enormous French window.
I approached the vehicle with caution, came to a halt not too far away, and told Mr. Matthews, "Mr. Matthews, I spotted graffiti of a kid on the automobile."
"What evidence do you have that a kid was responsible for painting it?"
I was astounded.
Sean scrutinized me with his keen eyes and peered at me.
"I don't think grownups are capable of drawing anything like that," .
Sean Matthews was silent and gazed at me the whole time.
After that, I looked over and saw Sean Matthews heading my way and getting closer and closer.
I felt like I was about to pass out and said, "Mr. Matthews, I... I'll go back first."
After that, I reacted by turning around and running.
Sean Matthews didn't chase. I tried pulling on the door, but it turned out that I was unable to open it nonetheless.
Just what is going on here?
Because of my anxiety, I was on the verge of bursting into tears.
The door is operated by electronic means. If Sean Matthews does not allow me to go, I will not be able to leave.
Turning around, Sean Matthews's body was approaching, one hand was in my ear, locked me between him and the door and I couldn't move.
"Did I tell you that if you seduce me once more, I'll make you eat your own fruit?"
"What I just stated is correct, Mr. Matthews; I didn't want to mislead you. In the future, I'm going to avoid coming near your automobile." I was shaking with fear. There was no one else in the office but the two of us. I felt that they were in grave danger because of Sean Matthews.
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9.6
After getting drunk at a wedding party, Maya had spent a night with a man. She then found herself pregnant after that. She wanted to keep the child, but the man had other plans. She tried to run away but was caught. "If you want to keep the child, marry me. Well divorce after two years, and meanwhile, don't touch me-not even holding hands," the man said, backing her into a corner. She found the man utterly shameless.
"Holding hands? Dream on."
After the marriage, the man said, "I know you are scared. Let's sleep together tonight."
"I'm not scared."
"I saw you in a dream and heard you say you're scared and want to sleep with me."
"Have you no shame, Charles Darwin?"
"Shame? What is shame?"
8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
7.4
Bloody Love
7.4
Vivian Harrison used to be an ordinary nurse at the hospital, but she had the rare Rh-negative blood type.
Three years ago, she saved the life of the king of the underworld, Archie Palmer, who had been on the brink of death, with her blood. From that moment on, she had completely fallen for him.
However, when Archie awoke, he just coldly handed her a marriage contract. "I never owe anyone a favor."
The marriage, in the name of repaying a favor, became a gilded cage that confined Vivian for three years.
Archie made Vivian his wife, yet he gave all his tenderness and devotion to a vivacious and innocent woman-Cassie Fuller.
He would drive across half the city on a stormy night just to stay with Cassie because she was afraid of the dark.
He would spend a fortune at an auction to acquire a piece of priceless jewelry, because Cassie said she liked it.
Yet, all he ever offered Vivian was endless indifference and suspicion.
When Cassie suffered even the slightest grievance, he would unhesitatingly lay all the blame on Vivian and even torment and punish Vivian in the cruelest ways. "Your blood disgusts me as much as you do, Vivian."
Later, when Vivian took a fatal bullet for him and lay bleeding on the ground, he walked coldly past her, holding the frightened Cassie in his arms, without sparing Vivian even a glance.
At that moment, Vivian finally understood that this marriage was nothing but a joke from the start.
She decided that she would no longer play along with Archie.
But when Vivian, her body battered and broken, resolutely left Archie, and Archie, who had always claimed he never loved Vivian, for the first time felt his eyes sting, and frantically searched for her all over the world.
9.4
I was just a senior in college, struggling with student loans and a part-time job, when a plastic stick with two pink lines shattered my world.
I had no memory of the graduation party a month ago, only a terrifying, blacked-out void and the lingering, haunting scent of expensive cedarwood.
But before I could even process the pregnancy, I was publicly humiliated by a frat boy's over-the-top proposal, which ended with me vomiting in front of the entire campus.
That's when a black Lincoln Navigator pulled up, and I was whisked away to a mansion and forced into a marriage with the most powerful man in the country-Senator Hilbert Wilkinson.
His grandmother revealed that the child I was carrying was the Wilkinson heir, and they demanded I sign a prenup to save his presidential campaign from scandal.
I was drowning in debt, and they offered to save my parents from ruin, but the cost was becoming a pawn in a loveless, corporate political merger.
Why did I have no memory of that night, and how could a man as cold as ice be the father of my child?
I signed the papers, but as I walked into his forbidden private quarters and found myself holding his silk underwear just as he stepped out of the shower, I knew this year of "marriage" wouldn't be the quiet arrangement he expected.
8.1
Pretty Devil
8.1
Maddy worked at an exclusive underground club, always hidden behind a sleek black mask. One night, a wealthy client approached her with a filthy fantasy , he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to be her complete slave.
He took her to his luxury penthouse, while she shoved her soaked pussy onto his face and rode his tongue until she came, then mounted his cock and used him mercilessly, slapping and choking him while denying his orgasm until he begged like a broken whore. Even after she quit the club and started a new corporate job, she kept hooking up with him. One day, she walked into the CEO's office... and froze. Her new boss was the same man.
By day, in his luxurious office, he is the dominant, commanding CEO , barking orders, running the company with iron authority, and no one suspects a thing. By night, he becomes her secret pathetic slave: crawling, getting pegged over his own desk, licking her cum off his floor, and having his cock locked in chastity while she laughs at how easily she owns him.
Pretty Devil is a raw, extremely explicit erotic novel packed with intense femdom, heavy BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, pegging, face-sitting, and twisted power exchanges that blur the dangerous line between boss and secret slave.
This book is unapologetically nasty and graphic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
8.3
I took the fall for my sister and endured three years of torment in prison.
My knee was shattered, my body covered in scars, and I almost lost my life in that "accident".
On the day I was released, clinging to the last shred of hope, I ran toward my fiancé Benito’s Maybach—only to hear his cold voice: "Your existence is just a nuisance."
It turned out that the beatings and cigarette burns in prison were all arranged by him, paid for with his money. It turned out that the sister I had protected with all my heart had long been switching my medicine behind my back, hoping I would be completely crippled.
At the family gala, they joined hands to strip me bare in front of the flashing camera lights. My father slapped me hard across the face and roared: "Why didn’t you just die in prison?"
I smiled and tore apart my tattered dress, then dialed the number I had hidden in my heart for three years—the man who only understood blood for blood, his voice hoarse and alluring: "Turn around."
This time, I will no longer be a toy to be manipulated.
I will tear off their masks and burn the Stafford family to the ground.
By the way, I will take back everything that belongs to me—including him, the one hiding in the shadows.