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 4
After that, I turned around, and someone grabbed both my wrist and my arm.
The guy came up to me in an aggressive manner and said, "have I seen you somewhere?
I was shaking all over, and I could feel the blood rising to my forehead.
"I'm joking. What should I do to make the most of this opportunity to speak with you? You have the incorrect person in your memory."
I gave a quick salute, turned around, and bolted out of there.
Sean Matthews scanned the horizon with his keen eyes, looking far out into the distance.
Pretend you don't know?
"I'm back!"
I opened the door by pushing it open.
Susan is now caring for the kids.
When the children first spotted me, they were overjoyed to the point that they started running back and forth and shouting, "Mom!"
Susan approached us and greeted us with a grin, "you're back."
"Yes, Susan, and I am grateful to you for looking after them today."
"OK."
The small men all yelled out "bye!" in unison.
"Bye."
My children's noodle breakfast is the first thing I prepare each morning.
I still have lingering palpitations.
What exactly does Sean Matthews want to say?
That indicates that he has forgotten who I am; but, does that imply that he won't recall in the future?
In the long run, I believe everything will work out just fine. It would be best if I didn't show up in front of him! It presents an unacceptable risk.
The next day, I went to work until it was almost noon. There was a stir in the hall. I knew it was Sean Matthews.
I immediately straightened my waist, and waited nervously.
It was not until Sean Matthews left and the atmosphere in the hall returned to its original state that I gently breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Matthews is so handsome."Judy hall held her hands on her chest and was very excited.
"Isn't he handsome?"
I laughed, "handsome."
"I wonder which woman will be lucky enough to be with him."
Sean Matthews entered the office, his slender fingers fell on the back of the chair, turned slightly, and the chair turned.
He sat down and ordered, "Gave me monitor videos of the secretary department."
Bruce Scott was stunned and immediately understood, "yes."
Turn around, he walk to the door and go out.
A few minutes later, my image appeared on the computer screen.
Sean Matthews leaned back slightly, crossed his legs and looked sharply at the screen.
The people who are seen are completely unaware of themselves and work seriously.
I've been standing all morning and I'll stand until five o'clock in the afternoon.
I'm still wearing high heels and my feet are tired and painful.
Judy Hall said, you will get used to it later.
Donna Davis's Pov
When the afternoon rolls around, my feet start to ache to the point that I just can't take it anymore. I took advantage of the absence of the supervisor to sneakily remove my shoes and switch which foot I was standing on. Previously, I had been wearing high heels. It offered a high level of comfort. Ah... That was awesome.
I'm worried that Judy Hall, who sits just next to me, will see it.
My countenance immediately stopped as I looked at the monitoring in the upper right corner of the screen, which happened to catch my gaze by accident just as I was going to remove the second shoe from my foot.
I completely forgot about the monitoring!
I hope I'm not seen.
"What exactly are you up to?"
A man with a grin came over.
I was taken aback by it. My actions up to this point ought not to have been observed.
Judy hall said, "minister Allen."
"Is... This Something New?"
"yes."
"May I ask what your name is?"
"Donna Davis."
"Tonight, Donna Davis, supper is on me. I hope you like it! You will accompany me here." After that, Andrew Allen walked out the door.
I'm stunned. I'm just getting started here. Why does he treat me dinner?
" Additionally, he is a very wealthy guy. If you can marry him, you will leave a carefree life." Judy Hall stated.
"What if it turns out I can't go?"
"What exactly are you ruminating about right now? Please don't squander such a wonderful chance. Do you want to retain your job?" Judy Hall stated.
I simply want to take care of my children. Any rich man has nothing to do with me.
If he found out that I had five children, would it make him feel threatened?
Judy Hall took a call on the phone just as we were getting ready to leave for the day. "Donna Davis, Minister Allen has requested you to go to his office,"
"For what purpose?"
"I had no clue."
I went to minister Allen's office to talk to him.
After entering the room and knocking on the door, Minister Allen said with a grin, "Coming?"
"How may I be of use to you?"
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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.