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 3
Bella's Pov~.
"Fifty Shades tonight?"
Adrien... my good for nothing husband never showed up, I had waited patiently for him, his flight was suppose to land this afternoon. He was suppose to be by my side this night, catching up with me, fucking me hard, proving to me he still had this marriage under contro
Proving to me he still fucking loved me, but everything all went to blaze, he never came and instead made one of his mistresses call me, to tell me that this wasn't one crazy nightmare, but the cold harsh reality
He had move on, no the marriage might still stand because of our kids, but the truth was that the relationship between us was far fucked up already to be recovered
Few hours ago, I had broken down, cried my life away, lost my mind, but then something changed, and it's funny how someone..how my nephew could be the very cause of it
"Fifty shades tonight?"
When I stepped out of my room, I didn't want to look like I was heartbroken.
So I put on a satin nightgown, the soft, deep wine-colored one that hugged me in all the right places.
I brushed a little gloss on my lips.
Tied my hair loosely.
And walked out as if I hadn't spent the last hour falling apart.
Jack knew something was up, but he didn't ask me, instead he decided to cheer me up in his little way possible,
I looked to the side and saw that he had already made popcorn, the simple smell filling the air. He looked up at me and froze.
His eyes dipped for one heartbeat too long.
Then he blinked, trying to mask it.
I didn't comment.
I just walked closer, calm on the outside, trembling underneath.
"I mean if you want."
His jaw tightened, and I nodded, my legs crossed, the thin fabric of my gown sliding softly against my skin.
He sat closer than before, his warmth brushing against my arm, every small movement sending little sparks under my skin.
The lights were dim.
The air-conditioning hummed softly.
The movie glowed on the screen.
But the tension between us was louder than all of it.
At some point, I shifted slightly and that small movement must have pulled at the top of my gown.
Because suddenly, I felt his hand brush the edge of my boobs.
It wasn't intentional.
Not at first.
Just a graze.
But when he realized how close he was...
he didn't move away.
Slowly almost like he was afraid to break whatever strange, fragile thread tied us together his fingers slid gently over the thin strap.
My breath caught.
Everything inside me tightened.
He wasn't touching me.
Not really.
But the air between us felt touched.
He looked at me really looking, trying to read my reaction, waiting for a sign to stop, to pull back.
I didn't stop him.
I didn't move away.
My heartbeat filled my ears as his hand hovered near my shoulder, warm, uncertain, trembling just a little.
We weren't doing anything wrong.
Not yet.
But one more inch...
One more breath...
And the line between wrong and irresistible would blur beyond repair.
I turned my eyes back to the movie, pretending to focus.
But my body felt every inch of him beside me.
Every breath he took.
Every bit of heat radiating off him.
This was dangerous.
And I was too hurt, too lonely, too tired of being invisible to care.
And in that dim living room, under the soft light of an erotic movie and the heavy silence of two people fighting their own thoughts...
My heartbeat filled my ears as his hand hovered near my shoulder, warm, uncertain, trembling, and then I heard his voice
"I know you are hurting"
From his mouth to me? My thoughts scattered, and I could just have changed the topic or walked out of the living room. No one would question me, but instead my lips ended up doing the opposite, cause it was tired of living a lie and wanted at least a spark
My lips knew all my weakness
"I know"
His face?
He looked a little bit shocked that I replied to him, but it didn't make him push me away either, instead he let out a little smile and fuck no, it made me so wet, I could die
It was this temptation and desire that made me lean forward to kiss him. I cupped his cheeks, holding his face to mine, though I doubt he had any intention of breaking the kiss anyway, but as of now, I knew I couldn't stop myself anymore so I did it.
I fucking kissed my nephew, tasting his lips and falling deeper into lust and everything that felt so wrong, but he? He didn't push me away like I thought he would, instead he placed his warm manly hand on my waist and kissed me back
As our kissing continued, his hands begin to move and I started to feel it sliding up and down my sides before his fingers slipped under and I shivered at how cold his skin on mine was.
We both let out a sigh but didn't break the kiss still. I felt his tongue brush against my bottom lip and I opened my mouth for it.
Our tongues fought each other, and I let out a small, soft moan.
Despite not wanting it to end, I turned my head quickly, forcing our lips apart, but instead of stopping, he continued to plant kisses up and down my neck.
Oh god, it felt so good... and at that moment, I knew where this was leading..
We moved into a more comfortable position where I was laying down and Jack was on top of me. This was escalating very, VERY quickly. As we continued to make out, I could suddenly feel something between us.
I wasn't stupid or naive. I knew what it was, His erection.
I shifted slightly and parted my legs letting him lay between us, making it more comfortable for the pair of us. He slid the palms of his hands up both of my thighs before hooking my legs around his waist.
The movement repositioned his hardening cock into a more... intimate position, but it didn't bother me at all.
When his hand cupped my cheek again, something shiny made me rethink and I turned to look. It was his eyes, the eyes of a young man doing things with his aunty, the eyes of a young man that might not even know what he wants.
Was I stealing his life away from him? With all this my sad fate that he couldn't help but pity me? What was I doing?
Reality hit me and I pushed him away, sitting up. I covered my face feeling both embarrassed and ashamed of myself.
"What's wrong?" I shook my head, willing myself not to cry. I can't believe I did that... that I was doing this. "Hey?" He took my hands away from my face and slid off the sofa, getting on his knees in front of me.
"I just can't believe I'm doing this?"
"Didn't you want to?"
"No, I did just... Adrien... Jack... This is all just too soon. For the both of us".
He didn't question me, he nodded, understanding and stood up.
"I understand if you're not ready but please don't think am a kid"
"Jack, You're my nephew"
"Not for much longer"
"What did he meant by that?"
My thought exploded again.
I could see this was an agreed to disagree situation. Maybe I should leave after all...
"Look, I'm going to go... Ok?" He just shrugged. I felt bad, but I wasn't really sure what to do. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek and apologised again before I got up and left. This time, he didn't try to stop me, and I was grateful for that...
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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.