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 2
"In point of fact, I do not need anything from you. Just be quiet."
"Who is it that we would want to pay a visit to?"
It piques my interest.
"Why do you put such a high priority on... You only need to be aware of the fact that you are fortunate to encounter such a big wig, since everyone in a city wants to curry favor with this individual."
I watched as Kathy Owen applied more makeup to her already fragile face, and the powder around her lips made her seem like a death-themed Barbie doll.
In point of fact, Kathy Owen is sneakily keeping an eye on me.
It was a high-end club that we went to when we visited there. Rich folks were the only ones who were allowed to access this place.
At the lobby's reception counter, "We'd like to introduce ourselves; we're from an art culture firm. There is a scheduled meeting for us."
"Come with me."
The front desk assistant hung up the phone and then stated.
"Your majesty, they have come."
The greeting was delivered politely to a guy wearing a blue suit by the receptionist. After that, Bruce Scott shifted his focus and approached. "There is barely a minute and a half left."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Kathy Owen said hastily.
As soon as I walked in, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the guy seated on the couch.
The striking features of the man's face were angular and deep. I was terrified, and I instantly lowered my face as the obsidian eyes swept over me with their keen gaze.
Why does he even bother to be here?
The guy, to whom I handed one hundred bucks, with whom I had no one night stand.
"I'm Kathy Owen, and I would want to say hello to Mr. Matthews. We are appreciative that you have provided us with the chance to discuss our shooting strategy..."
Sean Matthews sat on the couch with his legs crossed and adopted a slouching, uninterested pose. He did not utter a word but instead lifted his wrist and glanced at the time on his watch.
After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Kathy Owen suddenly said, "I'll start now!"
My hands began to shake whenever I stared at that face, but it was most noticeable if he unexpectedly looked at me. I was so startled by the penetrating look that it made me want to turn around and go.
The presentation is still being given by Kathy Owen.
Even though it's been two years, I still can't get the image of the guy out of my head.
I really hope that this guy doesn't remember me!
"Mr. Matthews, may I ask you one final question? "
"Say."
"You are still young yet have an incredible amount of riches. Do you have a girlfirend?" After asking this question, Kathy Owen's nerves were on edge throughout her whole body. Even the feeling of anticipation was there in me.
In point of fact, he has a really handsome face, but his attitude is unsettling and fraught with the possibility of death.
For a guy like him, there is no scarcity of available ladies.
"Yes."
The very low voice was startling.
"Is it a movie star? "
I was experiencing some little anxiety. My hands reached out and grasped the bag.
"It has nothing to do with you."
Even though Kathy Owen couldn't explain her feelings of envy, she was determined not to miss out on this once-in-a-lifetime chance.
She addressed him with the following question: "Mr. Matthews, I am wondering whether it would be an honor to have supper with you tonight?"
I was taken aback by that.
"Since I can remember, Mr. Matthews has been someone I've looked up to. You see, I'll be obedient..." Kathy Owen loosened the buttons on her top.
this lady has lost her mind!
I was caught off guard! "
Threw her out of window and never let me see her again."
Sean Matthews is impatient.
Bruce Scott raised his hand. The bodyguard who had been standing behind him approached Kathy Owen.
Kacy Owen screamed as she ran quickly out of the room.
I was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events for a few seconds, and after that I promptly apologized "I am grateful that you have taken this valuable time. Bye!" After hearing it, I didn't have the courage to look, so I just rushed away.
point of view of Bruce Scott
I was able to observe Mr. Matthews' eyes. Unusually, he gazed at the girl thrice during the conversation.
Donna Davis's Pov
I was in the vehicle with Kathy Owen, who was an uninteresting person.
"If you have the audacity to divulge anything, I will not let you go," she said.
"Oh."
Donna Davis's Pov
There is absolutely no concern on my part about Kathy Owen. The only thing on my mind is myself.
If Sean Matthews found out that I had given birth to his children behind his back, he would definitely take them away from me.
no way! I can't let anybody know about this!
But it didn't seem like Sean Matthews recognized me at all.
How is it possible that if he did it, there is absolutely no emotion on the face that I am showing?
So it follows that he does not recognize me!
When I came back to the firm, Kathy Owen informed me that I was no longer employed there. She said that I do not even have the qualifications necessary to be an assistant.
I knew in the bottom of my heart that she was just concerned that I would divulge what had taken place today.
Today has not been a good day for me since I have not had any money .
When I went home, the moment the door opened, I was immediately given a leg hug.
"Mom!"
Five children are running in my direction.
Because Duke ran the quickest, he arrived at my location first, whereas Dylan was the slowest.
I lowered myself to a kneeling position and stared at them "How are you while you're at home?"
"Good!"
I looked up at him with a grin on my face and reaffirmed to myself that I would never reveal to that guy that I had children.
I decide to restart my search for employment. Two days later, completely out of the blue, I received an offer from the leading organization in a city.
It has been stated that the treatment in the top group is likewise quite excellent, despite the fact that it is just a public assistance.
During the interview, the receptionist supervisor who was in charge of the position interviewed me. Sarah James, who was in her forties at the time, was an intelligent and serious lady. "The post is not as simple as you believe it to be. If you get a call every day, you have to be careful not to insult anybody, therefore you need put more mental effort into what you say. You have one month to complete your probationary term."
"Ok."
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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.