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 6
Donna Davis's Pov
When I turned around, I was confronted by the towering presence of Sean Matthews, who was standing in front of me. As I looked down, the beating of my heart came perilously near to ceasing completely.
The door to the meeting room was opened by Bruce Scott once he took the initiative to come forward.
After the door was opened, it was seen that Sean Matthews walked through it and entered the conference room.
"Go in." Bruce Scott said.
What Bruce Scott said first thing this morning is very much on my mind right now. During the course of the meeting, it is possible that at any moment I will be needed to enter.
Because I was running late for the meeting, I hurriedly entered the room.
After entering the room, I moved immediately to the side of the projector and stood there.
It didn't take long for me to realize that I couldn't tear my eyes away from Sean Matthews once the meeting had begun.
I kept the presentation playing throughout the full conference by clicking the play button on the remote control whenever it was necessary. I did not participate in any extra activities of any kind.
The conference didn't end until one o'clock in the afternoon, which was far into the day.
After I helped open the door, the guests exited the room one after the other in the order .
Following the completion of his work on the computer, Bruce Scott stood up and then exited the premises.
Sean Matthews was the only one in the conference room, and as soon as he got there, he sat down in the chair and declared that he had no plans to get up.
Even at this early stage, I had the distinct feeling that those smoky eyes were fixated on me.
My heart continued to beat quite fast.
He... I'm not sure why he's looking at me in that manner. I don't get it.
The voice instructed them to lock the door and come to this location immediately.
The voice of Sean Matthews has a lulling quality, yet in a manner that suggests malevolence.
After a brief moment of indecision, I left the room, locked the door behind me, and crept up to a distance of one meter from Sean Matthews while maintaining an erect posture.
"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
I said my words in a hushed tone.
Before getting to his feet and facing the audience, Sean Matthews did not speak a single word.
I was so scared that I turned around and ran in the other direction.
Sean Matthews extended his arm and wrapped it around my waist before he began to pull me in.
I was so terrified that I let out a scream. After that, I ended up falling into the conference table.
Before I had a chance to respond, Sean Matthews' towering frame leaned against mine, and one of his hands came to rest on my ear. I became rigid and was unable to move. My stomach was in knots as I stared at him and said, "Mr. Matthews, what are you doing?"
"Are you trying to get my attention?"
The dark circles under Sean Matthews' eyes narrowed ever so little as he spoke "..." I was speechless and my thoughts went completely blank as I stammered out, "I... I didn't!"
"playing hard to get."
I stared at him with a perplexed expression.
Sean Matthews grabbed me about the waist, and he pulled me into him with an exclamation!
My cheeks flushed and I was aware of a rising temperature throughout my body.
"Mr. Matthews, I... I have absolutely no clue what you're talking about. My title is "administrative assistant," and that's all I do. This is not something that should be done. This room is reserved for business meetings and conventions! It is impossible to predict when people will start arriving.
When Sean Matthews came up to me, he gave me a quick grip on the jaw and said, "you have no idea? You won't believe it, but I'm going to take off every article of clothes you're wearing .Can you think of anything?"
I was paralyzed with fear to the point that all I could do was stare at him. Are you kidding?
"As it turns out, Mr. Matthews, you really must have mistaken the guy!"
I'm scared.
Obviously, I made an incorrect assessment of the amount of danger offered by this particular person.
During that short second, when I was utterly taken aback, Sean Matthews seized hold of my collar and pulled it down forcibly.
At that very moment, a memory of earlier in the evening came flooding back to me.
I took hold of both of Sean Matthews' hands and squeezed them together so that he couldn't continue speaking.
"Just now, the thought suddenly occurred to me. In any case, you shared a bed with me, and I shared a bed with you. It's even, right?"
"Even? You've already paid for it. How can that possibly be fair?" Sean Matthews questioned with a gloomy face.
Fear caused me to shake all over.
"That... That's not how it should be understood."
He had a very clear recollection of me.
"Or, are you going to return the money to me?"
I inquired with great caution.
I was so scared that I had to clamp my lips together whenever Sean Matthews made a face.
"You will have to wait and see whether you are successful in seducing me the next time."
After he finished, Sean Matthews let off of me and walked out of the conference room.
The door to the meeting room was quickly and forcefully closed.
I was so relieved that I just wanted to fall on the table where we were having the meeting.
I hastily got up from the table, pulled up the ripped collar, and straightened it all out?
What exactly does Sean Matthews want to convey with those words?
It has a spooky ring to it.
Does he believe that I am intentionally trying to seduce him?
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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.