MY EX-BOYFRIEND WANTS ME BACK
I never thought one broken promise could shatter my world twice.
His name was Marcus. He swore he'd stay in touch when he left for that "year-long business trip." Three months later, silence. No calls, no texts, nothing. On my birthday, drunk and done with heartbreak, I went home with a stranger. One reckless night. I slipped out before dawn, leaving a fake name. No more men. No more drama.
Then the perfect job fell into my lap: personal assistant to Victoria Langford, a young, filthy-rich heiress. Live-in position, great pay, exactly what my sick little sister and I needed. I moved in, ready for a fresh start.
Until I walked into her mansion and saw him. Marcus. In her arms. My fiancé was her boyfriend.
Rage burned through me, but I swallowed it. I needed this job. He begged forgiveness, fed me lies about a big contract, how he never stopped loving me. Weak, stupid, lonely. I fell back into him. Secret touches, stolen nights, right under her nose.
Then everything exploded. I came home to blood and sirens. Marcus swore he didn't know what happened. But when the police started digging, he pointed the finger at me. How do I escape this? Who's the father of the child growing inside of me?
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Chapter 6
The gadget in my hand, I dropped onto the bed. The softness of the sheets to my skin, I shut my eyes for a while, this felt like... Luxury, it was luxury indeed.
The resounding puh-puh from the phone jerked me back into reality,
"Girl! How's the palace? You in yet? Spill!" Sara's voice jerked me up. My butt on the edge of the bed.
Where do I start from? The house? Or the man?
I laughed, but it came out wobbly, Sara knew me too well.
"What is it, Sammy?" "What's that fake laugh about? I hope that lady didn't disrespect you in any way." I could feel her pulse, one person that would fight the world for me.
The opposite of me, or rather, someone I admired for her strength, never lets anyone intimidate her, or me.
"Sara... you're not gonna believe this." My voice cracked.
"Try me... Those rich folks," she's always been sensitive around them, her father was one, but that never meant a thing to her.
I took a deep breath. "Marcus is here."
Silence. Then a sharp inhale. "What?!"
"He opened the door. Shirtless. In boxers. Like he lives here, you need to have seen him ."
"Shut up. No. No way. He should be in Texas, or are you in Texas?" Sara's voice went high.
"Yes way, Sara. He's Victoria's boyfriend. Or whatever. He's living in this house, he's been lying to me all along, girl." My voice dulled on the last sentence, my eyes grew red instantly, a hard lump clogged my throat.
A beat of stunned quiet. Then Sara exploded. "That lying, cheating, ghosting piece of-Samantha, are you okay? Did you punch him?"
"I wanted to. I really wanted to." My voice cracked. "But I need this job. For Mia. I can't walk away."
Sara's tone softened. "I know. I know, babe. God, I hate him so much right now. You know I never saw any good in him, but when he proposed with that ring, I thought maybe... There could be some goodness after all"
"Me too." I rubbed my eyes. "He looked shocked. Like he didn't expect me. But... he's been here. With her. While I was waiting for a text that never came."
"What are you gonna do?" Sara cursed under her breath.
"Survive. Keep my head down, I'm not seeing him. He was already dead to me before I came here, I'm just... going to save every penny. And stay far away from him. Focus. Yeah... that's it."
"You think he'll try something?"
I closed my eyes. "He already tried to talk. I shut him down, though I was shocked."
"Good. You're stronger than he thinks, I trust you Sammy."
As I swiped a finger over the phone, her last words stuck, it's not necessarily trust, that I know.
It was Sara telling me to be strong, to not do anything stupid, I can't even afford to. This Job, my ticket to a better life, I wasn't going to jeopardize it, not for Marcus.
Then my bare feet hit the cold floor as I moved from one corner to the other, the room felt bigger than my whole old apartment.
I grabbed the crisp white sheets, it felt like water against my hands, that probably cost more than my last rent before I moved in with Sara.
I unzipped my duffel first, fingertips brushing the smooth wood of the wardrobe as I placed in everything, a few folded blouses, jeans, underwear, the one nice black dress I owned. Then the ring, I had slipped it into my duffel at the sight of him, I placed it in one of the shelves.
My sneakers went under the shelf, then I carefully brought out my black Louboutins, Sara's gift for my birthday yesterday. The shiny pair caught the gold lights in the room, blinding me a bit, a small smile tugged at my lips.
Next was a small photo of Mia and me. I ran my finger over it, and placed it strategically on the nightstand, eyes moistened a bit but my smile overcame it.
Then I walked slowly. My hand rested on the cool marble countertop of the little kitchenette. A mini fridge hummed quietly. A coffee maker sat next to a kettle. Two mugs stared as I grabbed one. Two plates. Everything neat, waiting.
My eyes caught my image as I set my toiletries on the bathroom counter, I pulled a hand over my messy hair, I needed a good wash.
Fluffy white towels stacked like clouds. I stared at my reflection for another second. Tired eyes stared back. Same old Samantha, but now standing in a room that she'd only seen in movies.
I peeled off my blouse, then my skirt, my bra. Everything slipped to the floor in a soft heap. Naked now, I stepped closer to the mirror. Curves I usually hid under baggy sweaters looked different here, full breasts, soft hips, the faint red marks Alex's fingers had left on my thighs.
I traced one with my fingertip. Heat bloomed low in my belly, I felt his soft kisses on my neck again.
I sank into the tub slowly. Warm water wrapped around me like a hug, rising over my stomach, my chest, my shoulders. I sighed, long and deep, letting my head rest against the curved edge.
Then my mind drifted. Back to last night. Back to Alex.
The way his breath had caught when I clenched around him. His hands gripping my hips like he was afraid I'd disappear.
The filthy-sweet things he whispered against my neck.
"So perfect... love how you feel... gonna make you come so hard."
My thighs pressed together under the water. A dull, sweet ache pulsed between my legs, remembering every thrust. The way he'd groaned my fake name, "Lena" when he came. I shut my eyes tight.
My hand drifted down my stomach, almost touching my clit where I felt him, then stopped. No.
I'd done the right thing, it was best that way.
Sneaking out at dawn. No note. No number. No chance for him to hurt me later.
Men left. They always left. Marcus proved that. I couldn't afford another crack in my heart. Not now. Not with Mia counting on me. Not with this job hanging by a thread because of the man sleeping somewhere in this same house.
I reached for the shower gel again. Squeezed a dollop into my palm. Roses and peonies flooded my lungs as I rubbed it over my arms, my breasts, my stomach. Bubbles slid over my skin.
I scrubbed like I needed to scrub away the shock of seeing Marcus.
"Welcome to the good life, Sam," I said out loud, voice echoing off the tiles. A small, real smile tugged at my lips as I let my hair soak in enough of the fragranced water.
I leaned back again, eyes closed, letting the warmth soak into my bones.
Then, bang! The bedroom door slammed shut.
My eyes flew open.
"Who's there? Maria?" I called, voice sharper than I meant.
No sound came.
My heart kicked hard against my ribs. I sat up straighter, bubbles clung to my chest.
The frosted glass curtain around the tub blurred everything outside, I strained yet saw nothing.
"Hello? Who's there?" I tried again. My voice shook this time.
Footsteps. Slow. Heavy.
Someone was in my room.
I clasped both hands over my bare breasts. Water dripped from my arms. "I said-who's there?"
No answer.
Panic crawled up my throat. My stomach dropped as I looked around for a possible weapon.
I reached for a towel hanging nearby first, but my fingers were wet and slippery. I missed. The towel fell to the floor with a soft thud.
The footsteps stopped near the bathroom door.
I stared at the curtain, almost shaky. Shadows moved behind it, tall, broad.
"If this is a joke, it's not funny please ." My breath came fast. I swallowed hard.
"Marcus? Is that you?" A long pause.
Then a low voice, deep, smooth, familiar, edged with something I couldn't name.
"Sam."
My blood went cold, my nipples hardened under my arms. It was him.
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8.7
"I hate you, Aiden! I hate you! And trust me... you'll never find anyone who'll love you the way I did."
Tears streamed down Charlotte Parker's face as she stormed into her room, packing the last pieces of her broken heart. This time, I knew I'd messed up. And there was no going back.
Charlotte Parker is a kind, beautiful, and well-mannered 22-year-old with dreams of becoming a popular writer. But life has other plans. With her family struggling, she's forced to step up... whether she's ready or not.
Aiden Kingston, on the other hand, is everything she can't stand. Arrogant. Rude. A notorious playboy. And the cold-hearted CEO of a million-dollar company. For Aiden, keeping his inheritance means one thing: marriage. Fast.
Both blindsided by an arranged marriage neither of them asked for, their worlds collide in the most chaotic way. Charlotte is water, soft but strong. Aiden is fire, uncontrolled and burning through everything in his path.
But Aiden has a secret. One that could destroy whatever fragile peace they're trying to build.
Will he let his walls down for her?
Can Charlotte see past his mistakes and frozen heart?
Or will the hatred between them grow so deep it consumes them both... for good?
7.1
I woke up gasping for air, expecting the cold concrete of a prison cell, but my fingers sank into the plush leather of a luxury Lincoln. I was twenty-four again, wearing the silver silk dress from the night my life was systematically destroyed.
Beside me sat my cousin Catrina, the woman whose carefully crafted lies had orchestrated my ruin and sent me to a penitentiary for five years.
In my first life, this was the night the dominoes fell. Catrina stole my jewelry to paint me as mentally unstable, and by morning, I was stripped of my medical license and labeled a criminal. My mother’s family, the Montgomerys, stood by and watched as my father’s company was devoured by wolves, treating my existence like a "liability" that needed to be managed. I still felt the phantom tremors in my hands from prison fights and the stinging betrayal of being discarded by the people I called family.
I had lived through five years of absolute hell, a former surgeon rotting in a cell while the people who framed me toasted to their success at galas I was no longer invited to.
"Don't be selfish, Dawn," Catrina whispered, reaching for the necklace that would later be used as evidence against me. "Let the jewelry shine on someone who actually matters."
She thought I was still the fragile victim she could manipulate, but she didn't realize I had returned from the grave with the cold, clinical calculation of a fixer.
Instead of walking into her trap at the gala, I forced the car onto a dark service road and dragged a dying billionaire, Jennings Stafford, from the wreckage of a burning SUV.
He was the only man powerful enough to destroy my enemies, and as I stitched his wounds with stolen supplies, I didn't ask for a thank you.
I looked him dead in the eye and proposed a contract that would set the world on fire.
"I want a strategic marriage. You get a harmless wife with a legacy name to calm your board, and I get immunity from everyone who ever touched me."
The bill for my five years in prison had finally come due, and I was here to collect.
9.7
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend.
But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew.
When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment.
A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate.
Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face.
"We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother."
He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt.
Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul?
"Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered.
Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground.
9.3
They say you can't have it all. I'm about to prove them wrong-or destroy myself trying.
When my struggling mother married billionaire Richard Stone, I thought I was gaining a family. Instead, I found three stepbrothers who became my obsession, my downfall, and my salvation.
Dominic, the eldest, cold and commanding, who kisses me like he's claiming his kingdom and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can't control.
Julian, the charming playboy who hides a vulnerable soul beneath his perfect smile, making me feel like I'm the only woman he's ever truly seen.
Asher, the brooding artist who paints me like I'm his muse and touches me like I'm his masterpiece, seeing parts of my soul I didn't know existed.
They're forbidden. They're dangerous. They're everything I shouldn't want.
But when I discover my father didn't die by suicide that he was murdered by the very man who now calls himself my stepfather, these three powerful men becomes my unlikely allies.
First it was a forbidden attraction, now it's an arrangement that defies every rule.
The rules are simple:
I'll give each of them a chance.
I'll take everything they offer.
And in the end, I'll have to make the hardest decision of my life:
Choose one of them. Choose all of them. Or choose myself.
9.4
As a "wolfless" Omega at the absolute bottom of the pack hierarchy, my only goal was to build a safe, normal life with my fiancé, Dan.
That illusion shattered the day I came home early from work. I found Dan completely naked, tangled in my bedsheets with my cousin, Laura.
The suffocating stench of their betrayal polluted my home. Dan frantically tried to blame Laura, while she shrieked that they had been sleeping together for months. My sanctuary was destroyed. With no family to turn to, I fled into the night. Heartbroken and desperate for oblivion, I ended up in the office of my terrifying boss, Alpha Kane Cain. Fueled by whiskey and grief, I recklessly surrendered to him, signing a note consenting to whatever he wanted just to make the pain stop.
But the next morning, the blinding pleasure was replaced by pure terror. Kane hadn't pulled out. In our brutal world, an unmarked, wolfless Omega carrying an Alpha's child would be cast out and hunted. I panicked, begging him to let me leave, convinced I was just another disposable mistake.
Instead of letting me go, the ruthless Alpha's eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal possessiveness. He pulled out the note I had signed in my drunken haze.
"You gave me this power, little wolf," he growled, ordering his men to move my belongings to his estate. "Don't pretend you can take it back now."
7.9
Some cages are lined with silk. Some chains are dipped in gold. But they still hold you captive.
Nineteen-year-old Cassia Hale becomes the sixth bride of billionaire Killian Thorne, not out of love, but as payment for her father's gambling debts. One threat against her fifteen-year-old sister. One signature. And her life as she knew it is over.
Thrust into a mansion with five other wives, Cassia quickly learns she's different. Killian doesn't just want her, he's obsessed. She's the only one he intends to legally marry, the only one who can give him an heir, the only one who matters. But in a house where wives compete for survival and a mysterious fortune lies buried beneath the gardens, being the favorite makes her the biggest target.
Isla, the cunning queen bee, sees Cassia as an existential threat. Nessa, the jaded rebel, warns her to run while she can. Vera drowns in forbidden love with a servant. Mira watches everything with calculating eyes. And sweet, kind Thalia hides the most dangerous secrets of all.
When groundskeeper Dash offers Cassia escape and what seems like genuine love, she's torn between the monster who owns her and the man who might save her. But as drugged seductions, calculated betrayals, and murders disguised as accidents tear through the mansion, Cassia discovers the other wives aren't her only problem.
Someone is systematically eliminating the competition. Bodies are disappearing. Lies are unraveling. And Killian's dark empire, built on weapons dealing and blood money is more dangerous than she ever imagined.
As Cassia falls pregnant and the mansion descends into chaos, she must navigate deadly games where jealousy kills and trust is fatal. One by one, the other wives fall, exposed, destroyed by their own schemes, until only one question remains:
Will Cassia become another casualty? Or will she claim her crown as the only woman fierce enough to stand beside a monster and transform him into a king?
From captive to queen. From six brides to one. This is the story of how Cassia Hale became Mrs. Thorne and survived to rule his empire.
A dark, intensely erotic romance about power, obsession, and choosing love with your eyes wide open.
⚠️ Trigger Warnings:
Forced Marriage/Captivity
Dubious Consent (initial encounters)
Sexual Content (explicit, intense)
Violence
Emotional Manipulation
Power Imbalance (age gap, wealth gap, power gap)
Threats to Family Members (Lila)
Dark Themes (obsession, possession, control)
Death (side characters)
Psychological Intensity
Potentially Triggering Romance Dynamic