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 11
The height difference between Sean Matthews and I is one head. When I turned my head to look at it from below, the towering figure gave the impression that it was getting closer to me.
It seemed as if Sean Matthews was intrigued by the scent, as he moved his face closer to the location from whence the odor was emanating.
What exactly is this guy up to?
"Mr.Matthews!"
"The last time I looked, I discovered it. You smell the milk in the air all around you."
I couldn't think straight, my eyes were watering, and I could smell milk. In addition to sharing my bed with the little children, I would start each day by giving them milk powder that I had personally made.
"I... I like milk."I answered.
Sean Matthews raised his hand to his chin and clamped his big, powerful fingers on the side of my jaw. The scent of milk was mingled in with the air, which caused the blood in his body to get agitated.
My heart suddenly stopped pounding as a result of the frightening gaze that was directed in my direction.
If things continue as they are, I have a bad feeling that Sean Matthews is going to pounce on me and devour me alive!
"Mr. Matthews, if you fuck me, would you marry me?"
I asked confidently. My stomach was in knots, and I gazed at him with eager anticipation.
Dark glances were directed in my direction from Sean Matthews.
"What do you mean?"
"If you marry me, I'll let you touch me. Can yo marry me?" I asked again. After Sean Matthews put his hand on my jaw and gave me a small squeeze, I began to feel uneasy and I grimaced ever so slightly.
The raging fire that had been raging within Sean Matthews's body was stifled, and the dark eyes staring back at her said, "go out."
This time, I opened the door for Sean Matthews in a very smooth manner, and then I closed the door behind him.
My previously stiff nerves began to relax as soon as I heard the door shut.
If it weren't for the fact that I'm skilled at acting and purposefully gave him the impression that I wanted to talk to him about money, I'm very sure Sean Matthews would have sucked my blood and eaten me alive.
Despite the fact that it has been two years, I can still recall Sean Matthews from that night.
However, I have a way out of this one. What about the period after that?
I truly want to get let go from my job!
Unanticipatedly, the chance presented itself quickly.
The next morning, around lunchtime, Bruce Scott arrived to tell me that I did not need to report to the firm as scheduled.
Despite this, I do feel a little bit bad about it. At least I won't have to stick around after lunch!
When I pushed the door open, all of the small guys who were within began to joyfully press their way towards the entrance.
"Mom!"
"Do not stand in such manner at the entrance. Just now, I came dangerously close to tripping over you."
Susan has arrived here. "Everyone misses you and wants to know why you haven't returned yet."
I apologized by touching their small heads and said that their mother had to work extra today. The fact of the matter is that I'm seeking for work.
"Overtime?" The children turned their heads to look at me.
I see. They are unable to comprehend the concept of overtime.
"Working overtime is not a good idea!"
Duke shouted, "Come on," while holding a pistol to his hand.
"Even more heinous than the villains!"
The features of Dora's youthful face were red with rage.
"You can do it!"
Doris put up both of his hands.
"Yes!"
Dylan nodded firmly.
I just can't control my laughter.
When the kids finished eating and were playing, I asked Susan, "Susan, can you sleep here recently?"
"What?"
"I have to put in some extra hours of work for a few days, but just for a few days. Can you assist me?" I asked.
"Yes, it will do just well."
"Thank you. Aunt Susan, I really do not know what my life would be like if you weren't in it."
"OK."
Since Susan has gone, I've been thinking that I need to put in more effort to create comics before I look for employment, but I just don't have much inspiration these days. On the contrary, I feel much more exhausted than before. Now, what about everything else that there is to do in life? I have no reason to be hungry!
Duke came up behind me and got upon my shoulder. "Mom, why don't you join us in a game of hide and seek?"
After taking a glimpse at them, I quickly covered my eyes with my palm and continued looking. "Give me a moment to count to five, and then you should immediately hide."
As soon as I had done, the five little treasures rushed about, hopping awkwardly due to their small legs, and searching for a spot to conceal themselves.
I went out and about throughout the day in search of employment opportunities. After the baby had finally slept off for the night, I greeted Susan before heading out the door. I went to the convenience shop that was just next door and it was open 24 hours.
The night had become late, there were not many other vehicles on the road, and Bentley revved its engine.
Bruce Scott was sitting in his chair as he updated Sean Matthews on the progress the firm had made over the previous month. Sean Matthews was seated close to the window with one hand on his face. His eyes were cast downward so that they seemed to be falling out of the window, and his dark eyes appeared to be darker than the night.
"Stop."
The report was cut off, and the driver pulled over to the side of the road.
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"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.