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 3
A fancy car pulled up to the entrance just before noon.
The security guy stepped forward without delay and took a position behind the line of people, at which point the atmosphere seemed to get more tense.
Judy Hall was the one who brought to my attention that "Mr. Matthews is coming!"
"Hello, Mr. Matthews! "
The bodyguard unlocked the door, and the guy who had been sitting in the vehicle walked down the steps and entered.
The forceful disposition has made its way towards the enormous hall, which has caused individuals to breathe more slowly.
While I was seeing that pair of long legs come in with half of my eyes closed, the idea crossed my mind that this guy had quite long legs.
I had just looked up when I was abruptly taken aback when I saw that attractive and aloof face.
Why would it have to be him?
Mr. Matthews-is he the current president of the company?
I can't believe my awful luck!
I was so terrified that Sean Matthews might get a glimpse of me that I instantly dropped my face.
point of view of Bruce Scott
After following Sean Matthews, I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the newcomer.
Even Mr. Matthews' eyes wandered over to the newcomer's face, but he quickly averted them and stared out into the distance.
Donna Davis's pov
It wasn't until Sean Matthews stepped into the VIP elevator that I worked up the courage to raise my head.
And the very first thing that I need to do is - " "hat? You quit? Are you kidding me?" Sarah James was frowning as she sat at her desk and worked.
"No... No."
"Give me a reason,"
I am unable to tell that I slept with the guy in command of your company and that I bore him five children. I have no choice except to flee in terror!
"Are you aware that I selected you from among six thousand other candidates?"
"... I'm not sure what you mean."
"Since there's no reason,just continue your job here! Where can I find a suitable alternative in a short amount of time? Get out and continue work!"
"Yes..." I had no other option than to go out.
After the supervisor has found a suitable replacement for me, I will finally be able to depart.
I was so excited about getting a new job at first, but after my first day off I quickly became depressed. Instead, I was overcome with fear.
Should I try to get work somewhere else?
As I was making my way to the metro station in the evening, a elderly woman suddenly bumped on me, and he sat on the crowd.
"You are going to try to get away after knocking me down, aren't you?You must repay the money. I will never allow myself to be without payment!"
The elderly woman glared fiercely at me
" You're racketeering!"
"It's evident that you were the one who ran into me. You compensate me! You don't want to go without giving me any cash! "
I made a beeline for the front of the line and said, "You can't just go bumping someone!"
The elderly woman responded very immediately, "sure, pay me soon, otherwise I'll die here!"
A woman who had just left the club was seen standing at the exit. She took a glance at what was going on.
point of view of Bruce Scott
I felt the need to make myself known. The conversation was halted when Sean Matthews gently raised his hand.
To begin, Mr. Matthews... I glanced across to the angular side of Sean Matthews' face.
"Grandma, since you thought I knocked you down,I can take you to the hospital, but first me hand me your id card, and I'll take you to the hospital or pay you the money!"
"That sums it up well. You're clever." The elderly man reached inside his pocket,took out his ide card and gave it to me.
Donna Davis's Pov
The strategy has been realized with success!
I grabbed her identity card and quickly ran.
" Don't go away, and hand id card back to me!" The elderly woman sprang to her feet and chased after me.
"Oh, I'm really sorry to hear that. Didn't you mention you broke your leg?" I looked both above and below.
"You!"
The elderly woman was fuming so much that she could hardly talk.
I was too busy smiling to realize that the elderly woman sitting behind me had a menacing appearance. he reached into her old purse and pulled out a knife.
When someone yelled at me to "be cautious," I glanced around in confusion; that's when I saw the knife. Because I was so terrified, I became completely still and unconsciously started to shut my eyes.
But I wasn't experiencing any discomfort at all. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw that one of the hands had a hold on the elderly man's wrist. My mouth dropped open in shock as I lifted my face. I was taken aback when I learned the identity of the person who had come to my rescue.
Sean Matthews seemed to be in an angry mood as seen by the look on his face.
"Since you actively want to be harmed, I shall assist you in that endeavor."
After that, I heard a cracking sound coming from the elderly woman's wrist, which he twisted effortlessly .
The elderly woman sobbed and shouted while grasping her fractured wrist and writhing in pain.
The bodyguard rushed forward and grabbed hold of her, dragging her away.
I was completely mesmerized as I stood there. This is the very first time that I have ever heard the sound of a bone breaking. It's not out of the question yet. It's an awful situation.
.
When I glanced over my shoulder, I had the need to go immediately away.
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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.