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 9
From the first to the fifth, I laid down on the bed and started kissing Duke's meaty arm and kissed his baby's big face.
After that, my brain feels as if it would explode. The absence of oxygen is to blame for this condition. Okay, so there are five of them.
The next day is going to be Saturday. I don't have to go into the office today. I'm going to sleep in.
However, once you have given child, it is doubtful that your desire would come true.
Even if the children were quiet, my internal clock was set to wake me up at a certain time.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I was greeted with the sight of a pudgy face in front of me. Dylan was dozing off as he was resting his head on my chest.
And the rump that's been stuffed with diapers next to me is cocked to look at me. It's not clear to me which one it is.
I definitely need some rest...
I really need to get at least a few hours of sleep tonight.
"Dylan, wake up."
I call him.
The little fingers of Dylan stroked his eyes. "Mom!"
"Dylan, good morning."
Then, I became aware of a dull thump. Who exactly was knocked down is a mystery to me.
After being startled, I sat up and noticed that Duke, who had fallen to the ground, was still blissfully sleeping with his little round stomach exposed.
During the day, I took the kids out for a stroll and then headed to the shopping center.
"Get in line, hand in hand, and don't make any sudden moves."
I said.
As a result, the five small kids followed Duke and marched ahead.
Attracted a lot of people to take photographs of them with their cell phones when they were at the mall and said things like, "Wow, they are all the same size, very adorable!"
It seems that the small guys are used to being observed. They do not exhibit any sign of timidity and move in an appropriate manner.
I got a red face.
"Mom, I'd want to have it!"
Dora yelled while pointing to a toy and expressing her enthusiasm.
After taking a look at the cost, I gritted my teeth and made the purchase for Dora.
Dora said to Susan, "Mom purchased it for me!" as she smiled broadly and held the toy in her hands.
It goes without saying that if you purchase one, you should also buy for the rest of the children.
The automobile that Duke has is made of plastic.
The ones belonging to Dylan and Debbie are magic squares, while the one belonging to Doris is a water pisol.
When Sean Matthews concluded his business and returned to his vehicle, he spotted a youngster using a water pisol to spray water on his car. The child was using the water pisol to do this.
It seems like Bruce Scott is ready to put a stop to him.
"Allow her to complete."
Sean Matthews said.
Bruce Scott was taken aback by an unexpected occurrence.
Doris used up a significant portion of the water that was contained in the water pistol.
Sean Matthews took the initiative and Bruce Scott removed the youngster from the situation. Sean Matthews saw the fleshy features of the child's face. The young lady had a stunning appearance.
Before he boarded the train, Sean Matthews reminded everyone to "remember to approach her parents for compensation."
Following then, the automobile drove off.
I start to hurry over, but as I see Bruce, I had to stop moving. Susan came over first "Please, Doris, don't be such a busybody. You were surprisingly difficult to find.
I needed to use the restroom, so I went. "
I instructed them to maintain their position.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Doris vanished.
Susan was the focus of Bruce Scott's gaze. "Is this your kid?"
"What's the problem?"
Bruce Scott displayed the picture on his cell phone for me to see. It was Doris's masterpiece. "If you give me a call within the next three days, I will let you know how much the cleaning and maintenance will cost. If you don't call, I'll come looking for you, and when I do, the situation will be far more dire."
After giving Susan her business card, he cast a quick look in her direction before heading out to the parking lot.
Doris seemed to be aware that she had erred, as she bent her head and displayed an expression of regret.
I thought of the other small guys "Susan."
" I can only imagine how much the cleaning charge costs. When I looked at the business card, I was completely taken aback by the name that was printed on it. Bruce Scott? Who exactly is this Bruce Scott? Is that just a coincidence, or...?
"This is the issue I'm having."
Susan said.
"It's none of your business."
I turned around and said, "Did you see anybody else surrounding the person who handed you your business card?"
"I can't say for sure. When I located Doris, there was just one other male there."
To the best of my recollection, Bruce Scott did not own a Bentley. Sean Matthews was the proud owner of a Bentley.
Why wasn't Sean Matthews there to see it?
Because of the similarities between Sean Matthews and just one of his offspring, Duke, among the five children, Sean Matthews won't discover anything.
"Come on, let's go back."
I said.
After I arrived home, I sat on the toilet in a crouching position and looked at the business card. What action should I take? Should I give them a call?
Of course, the only option I have is to let Susan make the call, but the price is quite high. It's out of my price range!
When I glanced up, I noticed Doris wearing a look of disappointment on her face. " " It doesn't matter. Mom is going to call. It wasn't what Doris intended, so don't do it the next time!"
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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.