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 7

Tyler pov

Hannah came home at midnight and I quickly went to her so that she wouldn't wake up Sandra. "Hey pumpkin, you are back."

"Yes dad, some people said they saw you going with some lady" she smiled at me.

I smiled back, if only she gets to know who she is "she is not some lady", I told her.

"Is it Riley again" she asked with disgust.

"No, I told you I wanted nothing to do with her again. I meant that" I replied.

"Who is this lady then?"

"Go see for yourself, but please don't wake her up" I pleaded with her.

She nodded as she began to walk towards my bedroom with me trailing behind her and walked in slowly as she looked at who was on my bed. "Is that who I thought she was" she smiled at me and I could hear the excitement behind her voice.

"Let's go out and talk. I don't want us to wake her up."

She follows me out and the moment we were, she faces me "my eyes aren't playing trick on me, that's Sandra?" she asked.

"Yes" I confirmed.

"Why is she like that?, why is she here?" she asked non stop.

"Her boyfriend drugged her and I had to protect her" I couldn't hide that fact.

"Do you know she was here?"

I nodded "I haven't been honest with you pumpkin,"

"What's that dad, you are scaring me?"

"She left because of me". I confessed.

"You hurt her, what did you do to her dad?" she was beginning to sound angry.

"She is my mate Hannah" I suddenly said, causing her to move back in shock.

"What" she finally said, "since when have you known this?" she added.

"Since the day I met her damnit"

"Why? You should have told me." She sat down digesting all the information. You thought I wouldn't accept her" she scoffed,

"She is your best friend; everything will be jeopardized" I explained.

"She is your mate dad, what's more important than that" she asked.

"You, you are more important sweetie" I replied,

"Sandra is a good person, she can't do anything bad to me. Did you tell her all this" she asked "Is that why she left"

"She didn't know, she only felt our mate pull" I replied.

"Dad, I want you to be honest with me" she said and I nodded. "what happened on her birthday? What?"

I sighed out as I sat calmly beside her "she saw me kissing her sister", I confessed.

"Why would you, dad, if you knew she was your mate," she cried out.

"She was just your best friend, both of you are of the same age. I panicked"

"That is not an excuse dad, I know how Mate pulls works, you hurt her dad" she scolded.

"I know and I am ready to make it up to her" I admitted.

"Better, I can't believe I lost my best friend all because of you" she exclaimed.

"I am never letting her out of my sight again" I said.

"You better don't because I am never losing my best friend again" she said with a stern look.

"Never again", I promised.

She went to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water, bringing one for me too. I collected it and gulped it all down at once, it was like I needed it. "Where did you find her"? she suddenly asked.

"We met in school some days ago. Actually, she is in one of my classes", I replied.

"Unbelievable, and you did not tell me."

"I wanted to get her to forgive me first before I bring her home."

"Hold on, you knew she was going to attend the party" she said.

"Yes" I answered.

"But how"

"She introduced the celebrant to me as her boyfriend"

"So, it was her boyfriend that wanted to rape her. I will kill him" she said angrily

"that's if I don't get to him first". I smirked.

"It means you are never going back to Riley" she asked.

"Riley was just a distraction; you know I never care about her", I reminded her.

"What will you do now? They are sisters" she reminded me too,

"I already told Riley I loved her sister; she knew about my affection for Sandra."

"Meaning she did everything she did on purpose."

"I don't care about her again, I only care about my mate sleeping in my room."

"Are you going to tell her about us?" she looked into my eyes to tell me what she meant.

"She can't know about us being werewolves" I growled.

"She is your mate; you can't keep it from her forever" she responded.

"I know, but a step at a time, we only just found her."

"You are right and dad, I am happy that she is your mate.

"Thank you, Hannah, for understanding." I appreciated it.

She smiled at me, showing her teeth, reminding me of my first mate, which was her mother who I loved dearly then before she went missing. "I will go to bed now. Take care of my best friend" she said and winked at me,

"Goodnight pumpkin" I replied as I gave her a peck and watched her as she walked to her bedroom.

After my conversation with my daughter, I discovered that I had been afraid of nothing. Hannah doesn't mind at all and, now that she knows, no one is going to take her away from me again, not even she can make me stop chasing her because I am going to fight for her love if that was the last thing I ever did. I went back into my room where she was still sleeping and lay beside her, as if she knew I was there, she smuggled closer to me and slept back with a smile across her face.

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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 7

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