SCREAM MY NAME, AUNTY
What else could Bella Kiretti possibly want?
She had the perfect billionaire husband, the cars, houses,vacations and even the most beautiful children.
Everything was given to her on a golden plate.
But so everybody thought.
With her husband always on business trios and her children now in College, Bella is left home alone most of the time.
Everything was automatically running for her...wake up, eat, scroll through social media, walk the dog and sleep.
Until there was a knock on the door; her twenty year old Nephew,Jack is in town and he wants a place to stay.
"You have grown, and matured."
He was no longer the boy she carried when he was young, he was taller, bigger and his d**k was just the perfect size.
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Chapter 2
ADRIEN
Yes...right there... suck me good"
I moaned as I cummed right on that beautiful bitch face, she wasn't offended, instead she wanted more of me, of this and oh fuck, it has never felt this good
"Fuck me daddy"
She said as she pushed all the files away from the table, before balancing herself on the table and spreading her legs widely and oh fuck, I don't think I have never seen such a curvy woman in my life than her.
I didn't wanted to waste any more time, I could not keep still anymore any longer
I stood up, squeezed hard onto her full breasts for a bit, before placing my long cock into her wet dripping pussy, that immediately made her start moaning hard
"Ouuuu, yes!, yes!, don't fucking stop please!"
That was the incidence of last night with one of my fucking mistresses, but I still remembered perfectly, every single sexy shit, cause it was just too good
"Oh lord help me"
I brought myself back to reality, and ran a hand over my face as the hotel room door clicked shut behind me.
Another long day. Another fake smile. Another endless meeting. Another city I didn't care about.
And another phone call from Bella waiting on my screen like a responsibility I wasn't ready to carry.
I loved my wife once. Madly. With the kind of intensity a young man gives before life dulls him down. But over the years, things shifted. Slowed. Broke quietly.
We had gone from passion to routine, from routine to silence, and from silence to... whatever this distance was.
And now, there was someone else.
Someone I shouldn't be thinking about.
Someone I shouldn't be comparing Bella to.
Someone who made things complicated.
My phone buzzed again.
Bella.
I sighed and picked it up.
"I'll ask one more time who left the house by eight this morning?"
I didn't mean to sound harsh, but exhaustion sharpened every word.
On the other end, she let out a mocking laugh that used to be cute years ago. Now it just felt like a reminder that we didn't speak the same language anymore.
"Ouu, I'm so scared," she said in that tone she used whenever she felt helpless but refused to show it.
I rubbed my forehead. I didn't want to argue. Not tonight. Not after the day I'd had.
"Bella, just answer the question."
"Oh, now you want to talk calmly," she snapped. Her voice shook slightly, and I hated that I heard it. Hated that I knew it was because of me.
"I'm sorry,"
I muttered the most meaningless apology in the world at this point.
"Sorry about what? You yell at me, talk to me like an employee, disappear for weeks, and now you want to apologize? For what exactly?"
Her words cracked at the edges.
I closed my eyes.
"Bella," I tried again, softer this time. "I shouldn't have raised my voice. Just tell me what's going on at home."
Silence stretched for a beat too long.
"It's Jack,"
she whispered finally.
"Jack?" I sat up straighter. "Your nephew?"
"Yeah. Liliana asked if he could stay until he got enough money for his apartment."
"And you didn't think to tell me?"
My tone sharpened automatically, a reflex I'd developed somewhere between board meetings and broken communication.
"What can I say?" she shot back. "You're never home."
Her words landed deep.
And I hated that she was right.
I exhaled slowly.
"Bella... don't weaponize my job."
"I'm not. I'm just telling you the truth."
I leaned back on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Fine. Tell me what you want from me."
She paused. I could practically hear her thinking, chewing on her bottom lip the way she did when she was afraid of asking for too much.
Then, softly:
"I want a loving home."
Those words hit harder than any argument we'd ever had.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, even though deep down, I already knew.
"Adrien... When was the last time we went on a date?" she whispered. "When was the last time we had a night to ourselves? When was the last time you touched me and reminded me that I'm still your wife?"
Her voice cracked.
That sound used to break me.
Now it only reminded me how far we'd fallen.
"I've been working," I said quietly. "You know that."
"I know," she said. "I know, Adrien. But love needs time. And you haven't given me any."
I rubbed my chest, feeling a strange heaviness sit there.
"If you want me to stop crying," she added, "promise me you'll make time for us."
My throat tightened.
"I promise."
"No," she said firmly. "Not like that. Give me a date. A real one."
I stared at the wall.
I never fully unpacked the suitcase.
At the untouched dinner sent up hours ago.
At everything I'd built outside my marriage... and everything I'd let shrink inside it.
"I'll be done with this work tour in three weeks," I said finally. "I'll come home early next month. We'll spend the whole weekend together."
"The weekend?" she whispered. "Only the weekend?"
She was right again.
I could take more time.
I just... didn't want to.
But the guilt pushed the words out anyway.
"Fine," I sighed. "A whole week. Just us."
Her voice softened instantly. "Thank you, baby. I miss you."
I swallowed hard.
"I miss you too."
A lie?
Maybe.
Partially.
Emotionally complicated.
"You know..." she said, clearing her throat with a teasing tone she probably hoped would lighten the mood, "it's been a while since you..."
"Don't," I cut in gently. "Please."
She quieted. And the silence between us turned fragile again.
She changed the topic with forced brightness.
"The girls came visiting from the boarding school today and they want to talk to you, let me get them"
A few seconds later, the triplets' voices filled the call:
"Daddy!! Mommy!! Omg, it's been forever!"
I smiled despite myself. Their energy, their joy, their youth all washed over me like a reminder of what my life looked like before everything got twisted.
We talked, laughed, listened to their school drama, their tiny arguments, their growing-up stories. For a moment, I let myself feel the warmth of being a father. A husband. A man who built something real.
But underneath it...
A different truth simmered.
A truth with a name.
A truth waiting in another hotel room two floors below mine.
A truth I wasn't proud of, yet couldn't fully walk away from.
When the call ended and the screen went dark, the silence felt heavier.
The guilt settled in.
But the craving for escape settled deeper.
And I knew...
I knew exactly who I'd end up seeing before the night was over.
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7.4
My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out.
I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm:
"In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling."
Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped.
When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself."
Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son.
The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne.
I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie."
I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.
9.7
I ran through the freezing rain, desperate to escape the Pennington estate. My adoptive family had raised me for one purpose: to be sold off as a bargaining chip in a wealthy arranged marriage.
But before I could reach the highway, I was cornered. Not just by my family's cruel guards, but by Hollis Wall—a terrifying, ruthless billionaire who snapped my tormentor's wrist and dragged me into his car. He didn't want a ransom. He threw a prenuptial agreement in my lap.
I thought he was insane until he took a scalpel to his own arm, and a burning agony ripped across my flawless skin. Because of a near-drowning accident three years ago, our nervous systems were linked. Every time I bled, he felt the agony. He locked me in his fortress to keep me safe, but when I finally escaped back to my adoptive parents, they didn't protect me. Instead, my adoptive father smiled and showed me a live video of my biological father on life support, a guard's hand hovering over the plug.
"You will marry Douglas Cherry tomorrow, or your father dies," he sneered.
My own family was willing to murder my only real flesh and blood just to secure their wealth. I collapsed onto the cold marble floor, my heart crushed in a vice of absolute, suffocating despair.
"I'll marry him," I sobbed, surrendering to the darkness.
But miles away, in his dark study, the ruthless Hollis Wall violently collapsed to the floor, gasping for air as my severe panic attack bled directly into his chest. Our twisted bond was killing him, and I knew he would tear the city apart to find me.
7.2
I didn't hear it from my mother or from family... I saw it online, just like everyone else. A headline, a picture, a ring on her finger. And the man standing beside her? Philip Davenport. Billionaire. CEO. Untouchable. The kind of man who takes what he wants and keeps it. Including my mother.
I was supposed to hate him-the man who replaced my father, the man I swore I'd destroy. So I made a plan: get close, get under his skin, make him want me... then watch everything fall apart. It was simple.
Until he looked at me like I was the only woman in the room. Until his touch lingered longer than it should. Until every glance, every word, every moment started to feel like something I couldn't control.
Now I'm caught in a dangerous game of desire and deception, where the lines I drew are slowly disappearing. The closer I get to him, the harder it is to remember why I started. My mother trusts me, my boyfriend loves me, and the man I was supposed to ruin is becoming the one I can't resist, and every step I take only pulls me deeper into something I was never meant to feel.
I wanted revenge. What I got instead was something far more dangerous. And now? I might lose everything. Because falling for my mom's fiancé was never the plan. And if I'm not careful, I won't just lose the game... I'll lose myself.
9.4
Hayley was betrayed by those who should have loved her most. To save their precious adopted daughter from a punishment she deserved, her own parents sent Hayley straight into a living hell—an infamous prison where survival demanded cruelty, and weakness meant death.
Four years later, the girl who had entered those iron gates no longer existed. She emerged with a single, unbreakable rule carved into her soul: Every betrayal would be repaid tenfold.
The day she walked free, the world trembled. A convoy of luxury cars lined the road. A legion of loyal followers awaited her triumphant return.
Her father tried to buy her silence with money. But money had long lost its power over her.
Her adopted sister hid behind sweet words and false kindness. But empty smiles no longer fooled her.
Everything that had once been stolen would be reclaimed—piece by piece.
When her parents attempted to tie themselves to the city's most feared man by offering their adopted daughter, Hayley's lips curved into a cold smirk. "Not on my watch."
Backed by a legendary hacker, shadowy allies, and an entire prison willing to burn the world for her, Hayley dismantled her enemies with terrifying precision.
Then the tyrant noticed her. "You're interesting," he said. "Be my woman, and the city is yours."
Hayley raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You want to own me? Survive me first."
High society became their battlefield. Power collided with desire. Ambition clashed with obsession. In this ruthless game of dominance and temptation, only one would kneel first.
The girl once abandoned in hell rose from its ashes, crowned by fire and vengeance—And in the end, even the most feared ruler in the city would bow, offering his empire to the woman who had conquered both hell… and him.
7.4
Ainsley Jones and Jessica Gilbert were good friends until they met and fell in love with a certain sexy playboy.
Jessica Gilbert is a naïve woman and a social recluse. She hardly follows the tabloids or pays attention to news about celebrities. Her naiveté is seen in her ignorance of the feelings her boss had been nursing for her over the years. Her social lapses also explain why she met and slept with Damian Gregory, a public playboy. Sleeping with a total stranger was something on most ladies secret to-do list, but not when the stranger is Damian, the billionaire playboy.
In contrast to her friend, Ainsley Jones is a socialite, a celebrity, and a bad bitch. She was always seen with the most eligible bachelor in town, only to dump them for another better catch. As the CEO of SMUGSHOT -a musical company, she is bossy and talented, rich and experienced enough to make good business calls. This is why she picks up talents from the street as her father had done. One of these talents is Peter, a blind boy who sings wonderfully. At her 30th birthday party, Damian walks into her lair.
She knew the moment Damian walked into her party that night exactly who he was and just what he was capable of. But it was her day, and a girl's gotta have some fun. So, just this once, she broke her own rule and slept with the playboy. And now, it appears her best friend was crushing over him, and she also wanted the bad boy. She would do anything to make sure her sweet, naïve friend knows just who Damian is and why he was the very last person she should date. Only she knew; she was falling for the man in the process herself.
These two ladies were good friends until Damian walked into their lives. The result was an exhausting battle of shades between them and a fight for a man whose end game is fun. As the two friends engage in a destructive relationship, they will come to discover some hidden truths about their friendship. Will they be able to solve their love triangle issue and continue their friendship, or will the playboy be the end of them?
Damian Gregory just wanted a fun time. He had no interest in being a drag in the mud by two friends, closer than sisters. But once a bad boy, always a bad boy. He realises too late that he was in the middle of a deep friendship he never meant to destroy. But when he decided to walk away, he finds out he's in love with one of them. How was he to make a pick and not destroy them all? On the one hand, is sweet Jessica. On the other is bad girl Ainsley. What is a billionaire man to do?
8.4
On the night of his fifth wedding anniversary, Arturo Fanucci sat alone at a table that was meant for two.
His precious wife who he'd loved so much decided that she didn't want to remain married anymore and left him without even a proper explanation.
And since that day the man who everyone had once loved became colder and ruthless. Putting all the pain from the heartbreak into his empire,he grew powerful and untouchable. Everyone was afraid of him. Women desired him. Yet he cared about no one other than himself.
Until her.
Florence Rossi hadn't expected to attract the attention of a man like Arturo Fanucci. She's too ordinary and has always managed to live her life on the sidelines. But after she loses her job she's forced to apply for a vacant position in his company. She's plunged into a world way different from her usual life and a boss whose gaze felt like razors against her skin.
He doesn't believe in love anymore.
He believes that all women would always leave when they got what they wanted.
And yet... he can't stop watching her.
There was just something about Florence that drew his attention.
As tension ignites between spending long hours together and heated arguments, Arturo finds himself wanting something he'd sworn never to risk again.
She was like a temptation he couldn't resist.
She might be the one thing that can either save him... or destroy what little heart he has left.