In love with my best friend father

"Sandra, why did you wear that slutty clothes to the nightclub?" He asked her, anger flicking in his eyes. "You are a naughty girl," he murmured, before circling her and stopping suddenly to bite her hard on her ears. "That's for showing what's mine out!" Prof Tyler murmured before his right hand moved down to her fat ass and spanked her hard. "Argggggh," Sandra screamed. "You get treated like a slut if you act like one," Prof Tyler said while his big hands continued smacking the shit out of her ass. "I'm... so... sorry.. daddy," Sandra whimpered. Immediately after she murmured those words, Tyler's eyes zeroed in on her lips before he claimed her lips voraciously. "This is mine," He screamed while holding on tight to her ass. "And I don't want you showing other riff raffs what belongs to me!" He snapped * Dive into this gripping tale as Sandra faces the difficult task of confessing her relationship with her best friend's father. In the midst of this revelation, a surprising twist unfolds when Sandra discovers that Professor Tyler is a werewolf. Will their love story endure the weight of their hidden secrets, or will the revelations lead to its downfall?

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Chapter 5

Sandra Pov

When I saw that Ethan and I were alone, I finally took it upon myself to confront him. "Why can't you defend me for once", I asked him angrily.

"What are you talking about babe?" he asked, and I knew he was pretending.

"You know what I am talking about" I replied.

"See babe, you should understand"

"Understand what, that you love seeing Madison bully your girlfriend?"

"Stop taking her seriously, she is just playing with you," he said.

"Even our fight just now is a joke to you" I asked in disbelief.

"I am sorry babe, but you know why I am not interfering. People will see me as weak and that is not good", he replied.

"You always find some silly excuse all because you fail in the aspect of protecting your girlfriend"

"I will make it up to you on my birthday. You are coming right," he asked.

I shook my head. "I don't think I can come". I replied,

"Common, you need to come, it's my birthday, your boyfriend", he persuaded.

"You know I don't like attending parties", I tried to explain. I hate parties since my own birthday party where my sister betrayed me.

"You can make an exemption on my own day; I promise you that you will enjoy yourself". He shook me

"Okay, I will try, but I am not going to stay long". I pouted my lips to show him how serious I was.

"Thank you, babe," he hugged me as he jumped at me, excited, causing me to smile too.

"See you later, off to my next class", I reminded him, causing him to leave me as I broke free from his hug.

The next classes went on as usual, but I couldn't concentrate my mind and thought it was all about Tyler. Why do I miss him this much? I don't know if I was ready to talk to him. What about if he doesn't feel as I do as he sees me as a child? The thought alone pierced my heart.

Getting home that day, I checked my sister's account for the first time after a long period of time to see her location. To my utmost surprise, her location remains the same, she is still back home, as she forgot to change it, or she didn't follow him here. I wanted to text her as I missed her, but I slammed the laptop shut, not interested in chatting with her. I will never forgive her.

Ethan's birthday is finally here. I was successful in avoiding Tyler in school. I was in my room with Avery. She has been a wonderful friend since she got here and she was right. We are practically best friends now as we do things together,

"Don't tell me that's the clothes you are wearing", she gasped.

"What's wrong with these clothes?" I asked, checking the clothes out myself.

"Everything is wrong, you can't wear this for your guy's birthday, you have to look good for him", she taunts me.

"He loves me regardless of what I wear" I replied.

"I don't care, you aren't wearing those clothes. "I brought this for you" she ransacked her bag and took out a small shining gown and stretched it out for me to take.

"These clothes aren't my size". I showed my disapproved face.

"You better don't argue with me babe, because you will not win" she glared at me hard, letting me know how serious she was as I started checking the clothes out.

"Now, get dressed so that we can do each other's makeup"

"Yes mom", if I haven't gotten used to her, I will call her bossy. I felt guilty though, because I still wasn't open to her about Tyler, and she understood, as she didn't force me to. She said she knew that I would tell her in my own comfortable time.

We got to the party on time. It looked like everyone from the school was there as everywhere was crowded with people. Avery and I struggled through the crowds in search of where the drink was. Fortunately, we found it on time. The person in charge of the drinks gave us a cup each. "I will go look for Ethan", I screamed at Avery so she could hear me.

"Just make sure to keep your voice low", she teased me.

"We aren't doing anything" I replied to her.

I wasn't ready to do anything with Ethan, but I was ready to jump on the bed with Tyler. I smirked at the thought of I and Tyler together on the bed and what those hands could do to me.

"Hey babe" I said as I saw him sitting among his friends.

He jumped up to greet me, while his friend gave me a weird look before smiling at them. I waved it off because his friends had never liked me before, and I didn't care, as I didn't have business with them. "Thank you for coming to my party". He gave me a light peck on my forehead.

We walked back to the living room where everyone was partying hard and drinking themselves into a stupor. I glanced around, and I saw Avery dancing with Gideon. I always knew they had a connection. I smile at the thought. Ethan passed a cup to me which I gulped down. I needed a boost tonight and nothing is holding me down. Avery saw me and waved at me "I will be right back". I told Ethan

"Alright babe, but don't wander too far, I have plans for us" he told me as he reluctantly let go of my hand.

"I can see you are enjoying yourself", I told her as I smiled towards Gideon.

"I don't know what you are talking about", he brushed her hair shyly.

"I am your friend; you can't pretend to me" I reminded her.

"Okay, I like him, but he has got to sweat it," she finally admitted as a smile crept into her face.

"I can see that he feels the same towards you."

"I know, I need to tell you something" she said.

"What's wrong, don't tell me you are getting into his bed tonight?"

"No" she screamed, but later burst into laughter. "Maybe, we can't tell."

"Okay, what then?"

"I don't think Ethan is the right guy for you."

I don't think he was the right guy for me, but I am only using him to get over the only man I ever loved, but still, yet I want to know what she sees in him. "Why did you say that?" I finished the rest of the drink and I began to feel that my headache

"I think I saw him talking to someone earlier. I saw them exchanging something."

"How would you have seen that, seeing how pretty busy you are with your guy," I teased her.

"He is not my guy."

"Yet", my phone rang, and I checked to see that it was from Ethan telling me to come and meet him in room 29. "I have to go", I told Avery.

She nodded her head as I began to find my way upstairs in search of Ethan. My head was feeling fuzzy, it was like I was craving someone's touch. There was a wall in front of me and it looked very strong. I ran into them. "Ethan", I moaned his name.

The wall had a hand as they captured me in their embrace. It also had a cologne that I was addicted to. I tried to blink to see where I was, but I couldn't, as everything wasn't clear except that it wasn't a wall but a man. I was feeling hot all of a sudden. The person's touch wasn't helping at all. I needed more, and he wasn't giving me what I wanted.

"I will fucking kill him". That was the last thing I heard as he scooped me up to God knows where while I smuggled closer to him.

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The neurosurgeon looked at me with pity, delivering a diagnosis that severed seven years of devotion in a heartbeat. According to the scans, my husband, Dante Rizzoli, remembered how to strip a Glock blindfolded and launder millions. He just didn't remember loving me. Overnight, I went from being the cherished Mafia Princess to an unwanted stranger in my own penthouse. While I filled our home with his favorite lilies trying to spark a memory, Dante brought home Gia. She was loud, tacky, and draped over him like a cheap suit. The Capo had forgotten his wife, but he seemed to remember his lust perfectly fine. I swallowed the humiliation, clinging to the hope of his recovery, until I stood outside his office door with a tray of espresso. I heard his dark, amused laugh rumbling through the wood. "The amnesia is the most useful card I've ever played," Dante told his soldier. "It buys me time to enjoy Gia without the family breathing down my neck. Elena is a boring, safe relic. I need fire, not a porcelain doll." My heart didn't race. It stopped. The medical anomaly was a lie. He hadn't forgotten me; he was just done with me. I set the tray down silently. I wasn't going to wait for him to remember anymore. I walked out of the penthouse and dialed a number I hadn't used in years. "Get the new ID ready," I whispered into the phone. "Elena Vitiello dies tonight. Livia Moretti leaves at dawn."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

Healed By Another: Rejecting The Ruthless Don

8.2

I spent a year in a Swiss asylum, swallowing pills to cure a madness that didn’t exist. It turned out the medication was just sugar. My insanity was a script written by Jaxon Francis, the Don of New York, just so he could marry a Cartel princess without his ward getting in the way. When I finally escaped and tried to leave him, his new wife staged her own kidnapping and framed me. Jaxon didn’t ask for proof. He didn’t look at the evidence. Instead, he tied a rope around my ankles and dragged me behind a helicopter across the jagged rocks of the Wastelands. He held his wife close and watched as my skin was flayed and my bones shattered, believing he was executing a traitor. He left me for dead in the dirt, convinced he had cleansed his empire. I took the hush money his mother threw at me and vanished, letting Alina Phillips die in that field. Three years later, I returned to New York as "Echo," the elusive artist the world was obsessing over. At a charity auction, Jaxon bid one hundred million dollars for a painting of a woman’s scarred back, desperate to buy redemption for the ghost he thought he killed. He chased me into the rain, begging for a second chance, swearing he had destroyed his wife for me. I looked at the man who once held my heart and simply smiled. Then I turned to the man standing beside me. "Jaxon, meet Darwin," I said, linking my arm through his. "My husband."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

LOVE ME OR HATE ME

8.2

"I am not my sister. And you can LOVE ME OR HATE ME for that, but you don't get to punish me for her sins." Daniel breaks. The wall doesn't just come down. It collapses. --- Aria Blackwood didn't plan to fall in love with her boss. She planned to keep her head down, do her job, and ignore the way Daniel Cole's presence rearranged every room he entered, including the room inside her chest. Daniel Cole didn't plan to feel anything ever again. Not after Vivienne. Not after the betrayal that stripped him of $50,000, a fake pregnancy that never existed, and every reason to trust a woman's smile. He swore on her name. On her bloodline. On every person who carried her last name. He just didn't know he'd already fallen for one. When the truth surfaces at the worst possible moment, mid-engagement, mid-happiness, mid-finally, Daniel must choose between the wound that shaped him and the woman who healed him without even knowing he was bleeding. Love was never supposed to find him again. It sent the wrong sister anyway.

Mafia Mystery Romance

8.7

Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don

8.7

"You're leaving," Lorenzo said softly. Ivy straightened her spine and raised her chin. "I am. I'm getting out of this place even if it means climbing over the front gates. I can't stay here anymore. I'm leaving!" "You can't," Lorenzo said flatly. "Not now." "Watch me," Ivy hissed, brushing past him. Lorenzo stepped in her way and grabbed her by the arms-not roughly, but firmly. "I mean it, Ivy. You can't leave," he said tightly. She struggled against his grip, her bag falling to the floor with a thud. "Let me go, Lorenzo! I don't belong here. This place is insane. Your family is insane!" "You belong to me," he said sharply, eyes burning into hers. "And it's my job to protect what's mine." "I don't want to be yours," Ivy cried. "I want to be free! I want to live!" Something shifted in Lorenzo's face. He looked at her then, not as an obligation, not as a pawn, but as a person. A frightened, strong, beautiful woman who had been caught in a storm she never asked for. And something in him cracked. Lorenzo reached down and cupped her face with both hands. Ivy flinched at first but didn't pull away. His thumbs wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks. "I never wanted to hurt you," he said quietly. Her lower lip trembled. "Then let me go..." "I can't," he whispered. And then, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her. *************** Ivy Wesley believed that marrying a wealthy stranger would be her golden escape from a life of struggle. Lorenzo Martinelli was supposed to be her way out: her fresh start, her answer to every prayer whispered in the dark. But the moment the mansion doors shut behind her, Ivy understood the truth. She hadn't stepped into a fairy tale. She had walked straight into the lion's den. The whispers about the Martinelli family's ties to the Mafia aren't just rumors; they're real, and now Ivy is bound to them by a ring on her finger and secrets she can never unlearn. There is no undoing this choice. No clean exit. Not after what she's seen. Not after what she knows. Surrounded by dangerous alliances, ruthless power plays, and truths sharp enough to draw blood, Ivy finds herself caught in a world where trust is a luxury and loyalty can be lethal. Yet in the middle of the chaos, something even more unexpected takes root: a love she never planned for, never prepared for, and may not survive. Now Ivy faces an impossible choice: run while she still can, or stand her ground beside the man who could destroy her as easily as he protects her. In a world where betrayal lurks behind every polished smile and devotion can cost a life, can their love endure... or will it be the very thing that brings everything crashing down?

Billionaire Mafia Modern

9.1

Pampered By The Assassin Family

9.1

I drowned in freezing pool water, the mocking laughter of the elite Savage family echoing in my ears. When I opened my eyes, I was an eight-year-old orphan again, right on the day those monsters came to adopt me. Terrified of repeating my hellish past, I ran down the hallway and desperately grabbed the shirt of a random, dumpy IT guy, begging him to take me instead. I thought I had chosen a weak, boring suburban dad to hide behind. But I was completely wrong. My new mom greeted me with a ceramic tactical knife hidden in her apron. My clumsy dad sliced dinner ribs with the terrifying precision of a seasoned hitman. My ten-year-old brother was a dead-eyed sociopath who immediately calculated my bone density. They were a family of lethal underworld monsters, yet they frantically pretended to be a normal, pathetic household just for me.

Action Mafia Modern

7.3

Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

7.3

Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don't have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall-the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I'm not just leaving him; I'm taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood-the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.

Mafia Modern Romance

In love with my best friend father

Chapter 5

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