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 5
"Wait, you're going to ride the elevator with me, and when we get to the parking lot, you're going to get in my car. I'll take you out to supper when we finish shopping for new clothing and changing into them."
I did not agree and said that I was sorry but that I needed to go early.
"Aren't you going?"
"Yes, I'm just getting started here. I just don't feel like going to that dinner party."
"Donna Davis, you're just a public secretary. Don't act like you have no clue."
"Thank you very much for minister Davis's praise; but, I truly do not want to depart,"
I shifted my focus and left the room.
This guy actually believes that if he has money, then he is wonderful. What a load of nonsense!
My hand was taken away just as I was about to press the button for the elevator.
"I'll give you one more opportunity to mull it over in your head. If you don't give careful consideration to the situation this time, I'll make your life much more miserable than a dog's!"
Even if I have no money nor authority, I will not stand for being intimidated.
"Are you sneering?"
Andrew Allen asked.
"Minister Allen, are you completely oblivious?"
I said furiously
Andrew Allen can't believe what he heard.
"Just because you have some money does not give you the right to behave like an estrous puppy.
Be careful not to turn yourself into a gigolo!"
I scrutinized him well before responding with,
"You can't make any money off of your appearance at a nightclub. "
Andrew Allen's face is flushed with rage since he has never been reprimanded in such a manner in his whole life.
"Poof."
Whoever laughed was not audible to me.
When Andrew Allen turned around to see who was laughing, he stopped dead in his tracks.
When I spotted the guy in front of me, I stopped moving as well.
Sean Matthews and Bruce Scott behind are approaching in silence from the other end of the hallway. Bruce Scott is the one who couldn't contain his grin at the moment. They are not far away.
Sean Matthews did not alter his appearance in any way, and the atmosphere was menacing.
Is Andrew Allen's office located on the same floor as Sean Matthews' office?
Despite the fact that he is just a distant cousin of the Matthews, Andrew Allen has a tremendous amount of fear.
"This new employee has been verbally abusive to the management staff, who have shown no regard for our organization, Mr. Matthews. such individuals are not permitted to continue working for our organization in any capacity."
After that, he cast a scornful glance in my direction!
as if to imply that if you insult me, you will be fired from your work.
This is exactly what I had in mind. Fire me fast! I just cannot wait!
The air became more strained. Sean Matthews stared at me with eyes that were dark and piercing, and he spoke in a tone that was deep and menacing. "She did a terrific job. She should start working as the president's secretary immediately. Now."
"Yes."
There was a nod from Bruce Scott.
After saying that, Sean Matthews went into the private elevator, and the door to the elevator closed behind him.
I just stood there dumbfounded. I was wondering whether there was something wrong with my ears.
Bruce Scott was queried in a hasty manner by Andrew Allen, "Just what is going on here? Promotion? Not dismissal?"
Bruce Scott grinned, but it was an oddly composed smile on his face. "Minister Allen, you should be thankful that Mr. Matthews did not demote you because you got into a fight with a subordinate in the firm." After that, he approached me and informed me, "report to the president secretary department first thing tomorrow morning."
After that, he departed.
My thoughts are racing in circles.
I apologized to Mr. Scott as I tried to get caught up.
"But I have no interest in advancing in my career. I believe that serving in a public sectretary capacity is beneficial."
Bruce Scott expressed a modicum of astonishment. "This is an instruction from Mr. Matthews, not to ask for your opinion," .
After that, he gave a kind grin before walking away.
I would be foolish to irritate Sean Matthews. If he finds out that I've been concealing his children, my relationship with him is over.
I went back to the house to prepare dinner for the kids, and then I sat in the far corner of the kitchen to think about whether or not I should quit from my job after tomorrow.
Will Sean Matthews be irritated by my resignation?
What are the repercussions of this decision?
"Alas..." I let out a long sigh.
"Mom?"
I raised my head and observed the kids as they entered the room. They approached me and crammed themselves into my arms.
I extended my arms and gave each of them a comforting embrace before asking, "What's the matter?"
"Mom, are you being bullied by anyone?"
When she inquired, Dora's expression was solemn and serious.
"Mom, let me assist you!"
The small hand gesture was made by Duke.
"Mom, you can count on me to assist you!"
Doris walked up behind me and wrapped his arm over my neck.
"Mom, I need a hug too...," the child said. Debbie said faintly.
I grinned. "I adore you each and every one of you darling kids."
When I think about how kind and intelligent the kids are, it makes my heart happy.
In addition to this, the kids inspired tremendous bravery inside my heart.
My vulnerability increases in direct proportion to the degree to which I am terrified.
The next day, I made my way to the president secretary department in order to report.
Bruce instructed me to get ready in advance and meet in the guest meeting room.
After making sure that everything in the meeting room was in order, I went outside to wait at the door.
I could see that the chiefs of several departments were approaching from a distance, so I hurriedly opened the door.
Is there nobody in the room?
When I turned around to lock the door, I found Sean Matthews standing there. He was dressed in a black suit and had a tall, straight figure. He had a powerful aura.
My diaphragm began to tighten.
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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.