Lust Behind Closed Doors
Behind every locked door lies a secret... For Elena, it's the hunger she hides from her cold and distant husband. For Adrian, it's the forbidden desire he feels for the one woman he should never touch-his stepmother.
What begins as stolen glances and teasing remarks quickly spirals into something dangerous. Behind closed doors, guilt turns into obsession, lust turns into fire, and the line between right and wrong disappears.
But how long can they keep their dirty secret before it explodes, tearing the family apart?
A forbidden romance dripping with passion, danger, and irresistible temptation.
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Chapter 3
Elena didn't sleep a single hour.
She had gone back to her room after the kitchen incident, but her body refused to settle. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Adrian's fingers grazing her thigh again, lingering, promising. Every time she turned her head on the pillow, she swore she could still smell his cologne - sharp, masculine, dangerously addictive.
By dawn, she sat upright in bed, robe clutched around her, exhausted yet restless. Her husband, Gregory, was away on a week-long business trip, and the emptiness of the mansion suddenly felt like a trap. A gilded cage where temptation lurked behind every corner.
She thought of making breakfast, distracting herself, maybe even calling a friend. But the sound of footsteps in the hall froze her blood.
She didn't have to look to know. It was him.
Adrian.
The soft creak of her door made her chest squeeze tight. She turned quickly, heart pounding, and there he was - leaning casually against the frame, hair tousled, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. He was dressed this time, but only in a loose T-shirt and joggers, his muscles outlined by the fabric in ways that made her mouth dry.
"Morning," he drawled, as though it were the most natural thing in the world to invade her room.
Elena clutched the robe tighter. "Adrian, you can't just barge in here."
"Why not?" His grin widened, wolfish. "I live here. You live here. We're family, right?"
Her stomach twisted. The way he said familywas laced with mockery, as though he knew exactly how wrong it sounded.
"I don't want to play games with you," she whispered.
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The sound echoed in the silence, sealing them off from the rest of the house.
"No games," he murmured, advancing slowly, each step deliberate. "You keep pretending, Elena. But last night..." His eyes darkened. "You wanted me to touch you. I felt it. Don't bother denying it."
Heat surged through her veins. She shook her head furiously, but her body betrayed her, her chest rising and falling too fast, her lips parting against her will.
Adrian stopped at the edge of her bed, towering over her. His gaze roamed her face, then dipped lower, lingering on the hollow of her throat where her pulse thundered wildly.
"You look so beautiful in the morning," he whispered, almost reverently. "So soft. So untouched." His fingers reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "Does he even see you? Or does my father just leave you here, starving?"
Her breath caught. The cruelty of his words cut deep because they were true. Gregory hadn't touched her in months. Work, stress, excuses-his love had grown cold.
Elena swallowed hard. "Stop this, Adrian. Please."
But her voice lacked conviction.
He smirked faintly, as though hearing the weakness. His hand slid lower, grazing her jawline, then trailing down to her shoulder. The heat of his touch seeped through the thin fabric of her robe, sending sparks racing across her skin.
"Say you don't want me," he challenged, voice low and rough. "Look me in the eye and say it."
Her lips trembled. Her heart screamed to push him away, but her body leaned forward, betraying her, hungry for what she'd been denying.
She couldn't say it.
Adrian's smirk vanished, replaced with something darker, hungrier. Slowly, he leaned closer until their breaths mingled, until his mouth hovered just above hers.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
And then, his lips pressed against hers.
The world shattered.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was desperate, hungry, almost violent in its intensity. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue sliding past her lips as though he'd been starving for this moment.
Elena gasped against him, her hands flying up to his chest-not to push him away, but to hold on, to steady herself as the ground seemed to crumble beneath her.
The taste of him flooded her senses: warm, intoxicating, forbidden.
Her robe slipped slightly from her shoulder, exposing smooth skin. Adrian's hand immediately claimed the space, his palm hot against her bare flesh. He deepened the kiss, groaning softly into her mouth as if he couldn't get enough.
Elena whimpered. The sound shocked her.
She tore her lips away, panting, her chest heaving. "No-this is wrong."
Adrian's gaze was molten, his lips swollen from the kiss. "Wrong doesn't feel this good."
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand against his chest. The rapid beat of his heart thudded beneath her palm, strong and relentless.
"Feel that?" he whispered harshly. "That's what you do to me. You drive me insane, Elena."
Her pulse raced, matching his. She wanted to pull away, to scream at him, to banish him from her room forever. But instead, her eyes dropped to his lips again, aching for more.
Adrian saw it. He smirked, triumphant.
In one swift move, he pushed her gently back onto the bed, bracing himself over her without crushing her. His body caged hers, heat radiating from him, his scent surrounding her completely.
Her robe slipped further, the silk gaping at her chest. His eyes flickered down, hunger blazing.
"God," he muttered, voice rough, "you're going to ruin me."
His lips crashed down again, hotter, more urgent this time. Elena moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Every nerve in her body screamed for him, begged for more.
But in the chaos, guilt sliced through her like a blade. Gregory's face flashed in her mind, the vows she had made, the line she was crossing.
With a strangled cry, she shoved at Adrian's chest, breaking the kiss.
"Stop!" she gasped, tears springing to her eyes. "We can't-this has to stop!"
Adrian froze, his chest heaving, his eyes wild. For a moment, he looked ready to argue, to drag her back into his arms. But then he sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair.
His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "You can lie to yourself all you want. But your body doesn't lie, Elena. You kissed me back. You wanted it."
Her throat tightened. She couldn't deny it.
Adrian leaned closer one last time, his breath hot against her ear. "This isn't over. Not even close."
And then he was gone, leaving her sprawled across the bed, lips swollen, body trembling, heart torn in two.
Elena buried her face in her hands, sobs shaking her shoulders. She hated herself. She hated the weakness that burned inside her.
But even through the guilt, her lips still tingled from his kiss.
And the truth she couldn't face was simple.
She wanted more.
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7.8
Alexis signed the divorce papers, leaving her with no assets, no alimony, and just the clothes on her back.
To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars.
But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life.
Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce.
Then came the real nightmare.
Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building.
At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER.
To top it off, her cousin Josie—who was secretly sleeping with Carlos—held her father's ashes hostage.
"Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush.
Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow.
She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her.
But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake.
They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York.
Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes.
"I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."
8.5
Synopsis
It still feels so unreal being dumped by my boyfriend at the courtyard on the day of our wedding.
David didn't show up and when I called him to know the reason why.
He told me right to my face that he had found love with another woman who happened to be my best friend.
My heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces.
I was wallowing in self-pity when I overheard Lucas talking on the phone about needing a replacement for the woman who has collected a part-payment to be his wife.
I agreed to be his wife without thinking twice wanting to get back at my Ex.
What would happen when two strangers' hearts intertwined?
And what started as an arrangement became a bedrock for something real?
Read to find out.
7.2
Blaire woke up in a Manhattan penthouse, her body covered in bruises and her innocence stolen.
Before she could process the terror, her adoptive sister Danita burst in, acting heartbroken and accusing Blaire of shamelessly seducing the powerful Kamryn Lane. Kamryn threw a one-million-dollar check at Blaire's bleeding face, calling her a calculating gold digger.
That night, Blaire overheard a conversation in the family study that shattered her entire reality.
"Once she gives birth to the Lane family's seed, we'll stage an accident, drain her blood, and transplant her healthy heart into your chest."
Her adoptive mother and Danita were celebrating the success of their trap. She wasn't an adopted daughter; she was a living organ bank and a disposable surrogate. Even her adoptive brother, Calhoun, knew everything, trapping her in the dark hallways with a sick, possessive obsession to ensure she never escaped.
The horrific truth suffocated her. The family that had taken her in had raised her like livestock for slaughter. How could they smile at her every day while planning to carve out her heart?
Terrified but burning with a desperate will to survive, Blaire swallowed a Plan B pill to ruin their surrogate plot and fled the estate. To get the money and power she needed to crush her adoptive family, she pulled out Kamryn Lane's business card. This time, she would make a deal with the devil.
8.3
Imogen Montgomery was the perfect billionaire heiress, deeply in love and ready to marry her fiancé, Clark Ellis.
That all ended the night her cousin Kathleen ripped the sapphire pendant from her neck and pushed her into a pool of toxic chemicals to die.
Two years later, Imogen's eyes snapped open. But she didn't wake up in a hospital. She woke up tied to a stained mattress, trapped in the battered body of Briana, a teenage girl from the slums who had just been sold to a local trafficker.
After violently fighting her way out of a cheap motel, she discovered the horrifying truth. Kathleen had taken over the Montgomery Group. She had locked Imogen's grieving parents away in a psychiatric facility as prisoners.
And worst of all, Kathleen was now flaunting her stolen wealth online, preparing to marry Clark.
A wave of pure, white-hot rage boiled in her blood. Kathleen had murdered her, stolen her family, and was playing the perfect grieving cousin. How was she supposed to fight back? She was just a runaway nobody now. If she tried to expose the truth, Kathleen's security would shoot her dead in the street.
She needed a weapon. She needed a shield. She needed the one man Kathleen feared.
Covered in mud and blood, Briana intercepted Clark's car in the freezing rain. She was going to infiltrate his home as his vulgar, unhinged fake mistress, and she would drag Kathleen straight down to hell.
7.5
Five years ago, Alisson Ford's adoptive family drugged her and offered her to a repulsive old investor to save their failing company.
She escaped the trap, only to accidentally stumble into the bed of Jake Yates, the most terrifying and powerful billionaire in the city.
Months later, while she was painfully giving birth to triplets in a freezing basement, her adoptive sister Bella tracked her down. Bella violently snatched Alisson's firstborn son to pass off as her own ticket into the Yates family. Then, Bella smiled as her men poured gasoline over the mattress and set the room on fire, leaving Alisson and her two remaining newborns to burn alive.
Shielding her fragile babies with her own blistering skin in the roaring inferno, Alisson's despair turned into absolute, blood-soaked hatred. She couldn't fathom how the family she had trusted for years could steal her flesh and blood and condemn her to such a horrific death.
Five years later, Alisson returns to the city as a powerful trauma specialist. She steps right into Jake and Bella's grand engagement banquet, watching coldly as her five-year-old daughter runs straight up to the untouchable billionaire and hugs his leg.
"You are a bad daddy! You abandoned Mommy and us, and now you are going to marry an ugly old witch!"
9.5
Janet woke up gasping, the phantom fire of a deadly explosion still scorching her lungs. She had been reborn three years in the past, on the exact day her mother forced her into a marriage contract with Gaylord Bradford, a paralyzed and severely disfigured billionaire.
Before she could even process her second chance, her cousin Kandy kicked the bedroom door open, flaunting a massive diamond ring. Kandy, who had also been reborn, smugly announced she had stolen Janet's Wall Street golden boy fiancé, Jax Adler.
"You're going to marry that paralyzed monster," Kandy spat, gloating that she would build a billionaire dynasty with Jax while Janet wiped drool off a rotting corpse. Kandy expected Janet to have a complete mental collapse, completely unaware that Gaylord's own medical team was secretly injecting him with lethal neurotoxins to finish him off.
But Janet only felt a cold, clinical pity. Kandy's "prophetic" memories were a polluted lie. Jax was actually sterile and dying of irreversible kidney failure, while Gaylord wasn't a dying freak—he was a dormant god whose body was merely in a high-dimensional hibernation. Why would Janet mourn losing a doomed fraud?
Leaving her delusional cousin behind, Janet packed her bags and headed straight to Gaylord's maximum-security military cell. She physically tackled his corrupt doctor, drove three bio-electric silver needles into the crippled king's spine to awaken his deadened nerves, and looked him dead in his glacial blue eye.
"Sign the marriage contract," Janet whispered. "I will make you walk again, and we will take back everything."