His Ultimatum, Her Dying Heartbreak
My family and fiancé begged me to donate my last remaining kidney to my twin sister, Kyleigh. They didn't know I was already dying.
My fiancé, Axel, gave me an ultimatum.
"Donate the kidney, or I'll break our engagement and marry Kyleigh. It's her dying wish."
I agreed, only for them to frame me for plagiarism with my own thesis, forcing me to confess on camera. They never knew I was the one who secretly saved our father with my other kidney five years ago-a sacrifice Kyleigh had stolen all the credit for.
As they wheeled me into the operating room, they celebrated with Kyleigh, promising her a future built on my death. I was already a ghost to them.
But I died on the table. The surgeon, seeing the old surgical scar and the poison riddling my body, walked out to face them.
"This wasn't a donation," she announced, her voice cold as steel. "This was murder."
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Chapter 3
Jana Doyle POV:
Kyleigh had done it. She'd taken my thesis, the one Axel had given her, and posted it to the university's online forum, claiming it as her own. She' d been so brazen, so confident in her ability to manipulate everyone around her.
My former mentor, Professor Albright, a brilliant but notoriously meticulous architect, had been the first to notice. He had always seen something in me, a spark of talent that my family had relentlessly tried to extinguish. He' d supported my projects, praised my unique vision, and even offered me a coveted spot in his advanced research lab. He was the one who had gently suggested that my work was too complex, too original, for Kyleigh's usual style.
When the thesis appeared under Kyleigh's name, he'd been suspicious. He'd started asking her questions, delving into the intricate details of the design, the theoretical frameworks. Kyleigh, predictably, stumbled. She couldn't explain the nuances, couldn't defend the innovative approach, couldn't articulate the very soul of the project.
The online community, ever vigilant, quickly caught on. Comments flooded the forum. "This doesn't sound like Kyleigh's work at all." "She can't even answer basic questions about her own thesis." "It's a clear case of plagiarism!"
Accusations spiraled, a wildfire of digital outrage. The university's integrity was at stake.
Axel, his face a thundercloud, dragged me from my bed. My body screamed in protest, a searing pain shooting through my weakened limbs, but he ignored it. He was blinded by his rage, by his fervent need to protect Kyleigh. He shoved me towards my sister, who was still clinging to Joyce, her sobs echoing dramatically in the small room.
"Look at her, Jana!" he snarled, pointing at Kyleigh. "You ruined everything! Apologize! Now!"
I stared at him, at the fury in his eyes, and a single, agonizing question echoed in my mind: When did he become hers?
I remembered the night he found me, five years ago. My parents had just thrown me out, their words a poisoned dagger in my heart. I was broken, adrift, standing alone in the biting wind. Axel, then a promising young businessman, had been there, a beacon in my darkness. He' d wrapped his jacket around me, his eyes filled with a tenderness I' d never known. He' d taken me home, to his apartment, and listened patiently as I sobbed out my story. He was my rescuer, my anchor. He made me believe in love again, in a future I thought was lost.
He swore he' d protect me, that he' d never let anyone hurt me again. "You' re mine, Jana," he' d whispered, his words a balm to my shattered soul. "I' ll always cherish you." He had hated the way my family treated me, hated their favoritism, their casual cruelty. He was my safe harbor, my everything.
But then Kyleigh had started to invade our space, subtly at first. She' d show up at our dates, "accidentally" bumping into us, always looking frail, always needing Axel' s attention. She' d lean into him, whisper secrets, her delicate hand always finding his arm. Their texts became a constant, a silent stream of communication that excluded me, that chipped away at the foundation of our relationship.
My love, my protector, had slowly, insidiously, become the fierce guardian of my tormentor. I thought I was immune to pain now, that my heart was too numb to break. But watching Axel tear me down to build Kyleigh up, it still twisted a knife in my gut.
What did it matter now? I was a ghost anyway, fading fast. My time was running out. I would give them what they wanted. I would perform this last, pathetic act of self-effacement.
"I did it," I said, my voice barely audible. "I plagiarized the thesis. I'm sorry, Kyleigh." The words tasted like bile.
A collective gasp filled the room. Even Kyleigh stopped sobbing, her eyes wide with surprise. My parents stared at me, then at each other, their faces a mixture of shock and bewildered relief.
"Oh, Jana," Joyce sighed, her hand fluttering to her chest. "You finally care about your sister. It's a shame it took so long."
Fred nodded, a smug look on his face. "See? I told you she'd come around. She just needed a push. Always so mature, deep down."
Axel' s eyes softened, a flicker of something akin to guilt passing through them. He stepped towards me, reaching out. "Jana, I… I know this is hard. But we'll get through it. I'll take care of you. You won't have to worry about anything. Even if you can't finish your studies, we'll ensure you live comfortably."
I forced another smile, a grotesque parody of happiness. Comfortably. He spoke of a future I would never see, a life I would never live. The future he envisioned for "us" was already crumbling into dust.
Kyleigh, who had been watching us with a strange, calculating intensity, suddenly brought out her phone. She turned on the camera, a sly smirk playing on her lips. "I want to record this," she sniffled, her voice still dripping with false tears. "So everyone knows the truth."
She pointed the camera at me. "Jana, you thief! You stole my work! You tried to ruin my life!" she wailed, her performance Oscar-worthy. "Say it! Say you're sorry! Say you plagiarized my thesis!"
My parents and Axel watched, their eyes fixed on me, waiting. Demanding.
I looked into the lens, into the cold, unfeeling eye of the camera. "I… I plagiarized Kyleigh' s thesis," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I apologize. It was wrong. I admit it."
A collective sigh of relief swept through the room. They had their confession. Their golden child was absolved.
Kyleigh, her face still streaked with performative tears, quickly uploaded the video. Within minutes, my phone buzzed with notifications. The online world erupted in a storm of condemnation. "Jana Doyle, the plagiarist! Shame on her!" "How could she do this to her own sister?" Messages of hate, insults, and ridicule flooded my inbox.
Kyleigh, meanwhile, played the gracious victim. She posted a tearful message, "forgiving" me, asking for kindness, portraying herself as the epitome of grace under pressure. While everyone else was distracted, she leaned close to me, her voice a venomous hiss.
"Stupid," she whispered, her eyes alight with triumph. "You never had a chance. You think you can compete with me? You think you deserve their love? They're all mine, Jana. Mom, Dad, Axel. They always were. You don't deserve anyone."
The last words were a hammer blow, cracking what little remained of my spirit. I stared at her, at the pure, unadulterated malice in her eyes, and knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that she meant every word.
The poison in my veins felt like a welcome embrace. It would be over soon.
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9.4
My brother and his wife slapped the contract on the table, forcing me to marry Alpha Stone. He was a cruel monster known for breaking his mates' bones, and I was just the price for a new trade route.
Right before I surrendered, the legendary Blackwood Pack arrived. But they didn't offer a glorious rescue. They claimed I was the fated mate of Kaelan, a disgraced, wolfless Omega.
My family laughed in my face, eagerly taking the dowry and throwing me out like garbage. They mocked my miserable future, sending me off to a crumbling shack in the woods. When they later summoned us back to publicly demand a humiliating "tribute" to bleed us dry, they waited for me to break.
"Couldn't handle life in a shack with an Omega? Come crawling back already?" my sister-in-law sneered.
But I refused to let them shame him. I didn't understand why the Moon Goddess gave me an Omega, but Kaelan was kind, giving me the only bed while he slept on the cold floor. Why did my family value a cruel Alpha over a gentle soul? I declared to their faces that his loyal spirit was worth more than any title.
Then, a vicious rogue wolf threatened us at the local market.
My "wolfless" husband stepped in front of me and grabbed the rogue's wrist.
Suddenly, a suffocating, terrifying Alpha King's aura exploded from Kaelan, bringing the rogue to his knees in pure terror.
I stared at my quiet, supposedly weak mate in absolute shock. Who exactly did I marry?
9.3
She thought their love could survive anything. She was wrong.
For five years, Amara Hayes was the perfect wife - loyal, gentle, and endlessly forgiving. She believed her husband, Ethan Blackwell, when he said his late nights were for business. She trusted him when he swore his heart was hers.
Until the night she walked into his office and saw him making love to another woman.
Humiliated, heartbroken, and betrayed, Amara left without a word - leaving behind her wedding ring, her identity, and the man who destroyed her faith in love.
Three years later, she returns to New York as a powerful businesswoman with a new name and a cold smile. She's no longer the naive wife he controlled - she's his rival, his downfall, and his punishment.
But Ethan isn't the same man either. He's haunted by the woman he lost and desperate for redemption. And when fate throws them together again, old flames reignite amid a storm of revenge, pain, and forbidden desire.
He once broke her heart. Now, she'll make him wish he never did.
9.3
"She's mine tonight, asshole, you had her last week." Zack, taller and broader, with those piercing blue eyes, shoved him back hard. "Fuck off, Zade. Her tight little pussy belongs wrapped around my dick." And then there was Mark, my stepdad, looming in the doorway like a goddamn predator, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Both of you back the fuck off. I'm the man of the house and that sweet ass is mine to pound whenever I want."
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Dive into this sizzling erotica collection of taboo tropes where forbidden flames erupt in shadows of power and secrecy. Stepfamily sparks fly between a seductive step sis and stepbrothers under one tense roof. Mythical beasts knot with innocent human girls in primal forest trysts. A mafia kingpin claims a pure-hearted nun in a ruthless game of dominance. Captor hunts prey in a thrilling chase of possession. "Dad's Best Friend" awakens cravings in his ally's daughter, shattering loyalty. "Boss x Stripper" ignites when an executive ensnares his hypnotic dancer in high-stakes control. "Professor X Student," where forbidden mentorship spirals into obsessive bonds in lecture halls after dark. "Coach x Cheerleader," rigorous drills turn into steamy locker room rituals after hours. "Priest x Parishioner," sacred confessions unravel into sinful midnight vows.
Read if you're ready for some heat.
9.2
Celestia woke up heavily sedated, her wrists bound tightly to the legs of a grand piano in a cold, opulent room.
Before she could even process the panic, a towering billionaire named Sterling Sinclair IV stepped in, looking at her like a possessed piece of art.
The head maid then handed Celestia a thick surrogacy contract with her perfectly forged signature.
"You are here to bear an heir for Mr. Sinclair," the maid stated flatly.
Celestia screamed that they had the wrong person, but her desperate cries bounced uselessly off the soundproof walls.
Stripped of her clothes, phone, and identity, she was trapped on an isolated island surrounded by high-voltage electric fences and armed guards.
When she furiously fought back, Sterling physically overpowered her, punishing her resistance with brutal, terrifying dominance until she lost consciousness on the marble floor.
She didn't understand who had kidnapped her from her normal life.
Why was her biometric data perfectly faked in a classified dossier?
Who had framed her as a willing, ten-million-dollar premium product for a ruthless billionaire?
Driven by pure survival, Celestia began aggressively consuming raw garlic and bathing in harsh white vinegar to destroy her fertility and repel his touch.
And when Sterling finally reviewed her bizarre, self-sabotaging dietary logs, the terrifying truth hit his calculating mind like a physical blow.
The broken, innocent woman he had been brutally tormenting all week was never his hired surrogate.
7.4
"Take them off yourself, or I will do it for you."
Ten sessions. Two hundred thousand dollars. Her brother's life for her body.
Dr. Avery St. Clair signed a contract in blood. To save her family, she has to fix the mind of Obsidian City's most feared monster, Dominic Kessler. He's a Mafia Don rotting from the inside out. A bullet gave him C-PTSD and a touch so sensitive he can't stand being touched. Avery is the only antidote who can calm him down. So he locked her in his villa.
But Dominic is playing a game he's already lost.
He doesn't know Avery is the woman from seven years ago. The stranger who saved him on that dark gambling ship and disappeared before sunrise.
He doesn't know the scar on his wrist is burned into her memory.
And most of all, he doesn't know the autistic little girl hiding in her clinic is his own daughter.
While Avery hides the truth behind her professional mask, their little girl feels his every nightmare. Every flashback. Every crack in his monster mask.
When the secrets finally come out, his empire will fall. He'll lose his sight. His throne. The only woman who ever made him feel human.
To win her back, he'll have to destroy the monster he became. And help her burn down the man who murdered her parents.
She won't make it easy.
This is not a love story. It's a monster learning to beg.
Why read this?
Obsessive Mafia Hero
Secret Baby with an Autistic and Gifted Daughter
Identity Reveal
"Touch Her And You Die" Energy
Massive Groveling and Revenge
A Heroine Who Fights Back
No Cheating. Happy Ending Guaranteed.
7.2
The Ghost Who Guarded Me isn't your typical second-chance romance. It's the kind where the hero doesn't just break the heroine's heart. He puts a bullet in her shoulder. He leaves her for dead in a desert grave. He lets her believe he chose evil over her.
And he does it all to keep her alive.
The Reckoning
When the club discovers Catalina is alive, Cade reaches her first. He offers the only protection he can give: marriage. In the MC world, a wife is untouchable. Harm her and you declare war.
She agrees for her daughter. Not for him.
Living together, she discovers the truth: his safe holds five years of evidence, all prepared for her reckoning. His cruelty was never cruelty. It was the only way to keep her alive.
Now she must decide if understanding is the same as forgiveness.
And the club is already coming for them both.
The Premise
Catalina Salazar was the daughter of a motorcycle club president, a good man who believed in honor, even among outlaws. When her father dies under suspicious circumstances, Catalina becomes a target. The club needs a scapegoat for a federal investigation. She's convenient. Expendable.
Cade Reyes is the man she loves. He's also the club's rising enforcer. When the vote comes down, he faces an impossible choice: defend her and die beside her, or condemn her publicly and pray she survives.
He chooses condemnation.
In front of the entire club, he calls her a traitor. He volunteers to execute her. He puts a bullet in her shoulder deliberately and dumps her in a mass grave with a corpse to explain the blood.
He leaves her a bag: water, cash, a map, a passport.
She wakes among the dead. She walks out of the desert. She crosses the river alone.
She doesn't know he planned it. She only knows he chose them over her.
The Five Years
Catalina builds a new life in Texas. She discovers she's pregnant. She raises their daughter alone. She builds an embroidery business from nothing, one stitch at a time. She learns to survive without him.
Cade stays inside the club. He becomes the president's most trusted weapon while secretly collecting evidence against the men who killed Catalina's father and framed his daughter. He doesn't know she survived. He doesn't know about their child. He only knows he has to finish what he started.