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 6
JACK
She pushes me immediately the door flung open as fast as she could, under the bed
Call it reflex action, call it anything, but it is was this very one miracle that saved our ass from getting caught
She gave me a look, and I saw it in her eyes, fear written all over, and it made my hear twist, this feeling was something I couldn’t really describe, if I had really fell in love with her and it was no longer lust again
I didn’t know.. oh lord all I felt like doing was not being useless at that point and having to keep shut as I watch my uncle march up to her
His feet stop close enough to were I was, if not because underneath the bed had enough space for me to fit me deeply, I swear i would have get caught
It was obvious that he knew something was up, at most was suspicious of something, but he had no evidence yet to blame his wife for nothing, so he reluctantly decided to let it go, he didn’t even ask if I had gone back to my room.
No, all he did was resume the act he had stopped before I intervened earlier
So does that makes me barging in was for nothing?
I could feel my blood boiling, but I dare not say a word, so all I did was bare to listen to the sounds of kisses and moanings as he probably held into his wife and fucked her hard
His wife that I was trying so hard to snatch away from
BELLA
If I weren’t quick enough, it would have been the end of me.. end of my joy… end of everything
I had heard the approaching footsteps and tried to ignore it with the pleasure of my nephew under me, but when the footstep got closer enough and he barges open, I acted out of reflex and it was this very thing that saved us
But he noticed…
Even though he might never guess this dirty affair would be between me and Jack
Still he noticed…
I would be a fool to say he didn’t, his hazel eyes scaned through the room like a pest for some minutes, before looking back at me after becoming unsuccessful about what exactly was going on
And then he approached me
No words, no asking for permission either, he wasn’t suppose to ask for one if we were in good terms, but now that everything was shitty and he knew that to, he could have at least asked me if I wanted that, than just crashing his lips on mine awfully and the worst part was that I couldn’t push him away cause he was still my husband and he still owns me
But the feelings and the pleasure… ?
They had long been transferred to someone else
But letting him know that would raise more suspicion than everything was, and that was the last thing I wanted, so I endured, endured the touch of a man I no longer consider a lover and begged the heavens to make it stop, cause Jack was right under the bed
But he didn’t stop, not until he was satisfied…
I mean he didn’t stop not until he thought and assumed I would be satisfied and happy that he finally fucked me after so long, but that wasn’t the case at all
“I love you”
He whispered to me… no, he lied to me as he kissed my cheek and wrapped his hand around my waist.
This was torture
Tears flickered on my eyes, but I dare not let my pain be shown to him, so I pretended and waited until he slept off, and I was sure, before letting Jack come out from under the bed
He doesn’t say anything to me, rather he leaves the room, but I could see the pain in his eyes and I understood well that no one could ever be able to tolerate watching their lover get fucked by someone while they are being helpless
But was this all my fault?
Eitherway, in the end, I took the fall
The next day arrived in a blink of an eye, and Jack started to avoid me, he left for his uni earlier than usual and didn’t greet me or even look at my direction at all, and I felt my heart suffering again, but there was nothing I could do about it, than to be the perfect wife for my husband
But that was never possible, cause every glance Jack gave me later that night when he returned back from his uni, caused shivers down my spine and made my heart feel in a way that words weren’t even able to describe, and it was painfully unbearable to live that way, cause I felt Adrien gazes watching my every move as if calculating me and waiting for me to slip off, to expose myself willingly
I was suffering, and this time, with no one by my side
JACK
I avoided her cause I was angry, not at her really, but at the fact that she would never be mine and never say no to her husband no matter what. I was fucked up by the fact that I could not do anything when her husband comes into the picture, I was so fucking fucked up with the fact that I had to listen to Bella moans as he fucked her that night, so I made up my mind and started to avoid her
To tell my heart that the relationship between me and her would never work out as long as I remind a jealous animal, so I should forget about her, but everytime my eyes mistakenly meets with her, I lose all sense of self and feel like claiming her more and more, but I couldn’t
I didn’t wanted to be that weak, so I tried to get her off my mind the next day. I drove up to my girlfriend or should I say ex girlfriend cause we hadn’t being in contact for weeks now, house to try to fucking distract myself
When Helen saw me, she was shocked but I wanted no explanation for my act, than to get my aunty off my mind, so that night, I didn’t return home
I stayed at Helen’s place and fucked her, but all I could see as I placed my big rod into her wet little pussy, was Bella’s face, and all the moans I could fucking hear sounded just like Bella’s and that was when I realized just how fucked up I was and just how badly I wanted Bella no matter what, not anyone else
BELLA
Jack didn’t come back that night, nor did he give me a call and I almost died of worry, not because I was his aunt, and he was my duty, but because I didn’t know what he might or where he might be, since I was the cause of this distance, even though I really didn’t mean it
That night, I did a vigil by overthinking about everything, about my shitty life and my fate, and it only went worst in the morning time, cause my dear husband decided it was time to leave me again, just when I was considering maybe coming clean to him about my affair with my nephew and seeking his forgiveness
I told myself at least I might still be able to gain my marriage, and not lose everything like how it was starting to seem like, but instead he decided to fail me and leave again for work like he claimed, but as he dressed up, I scrolled through his contact and found out this so called work was from his mistress after all
The mistress he had replaced his wife with, so no, I owe him no explanation cause he had started this madness, this unfaithfulness first not me.
By evening, he left me again to go play lover man for another woman and I felt my life falling apart, not because he was gone, but because I was too alone this time, but I didn’t wanted to suffer anymore, nor did I wanted to sit back and let my own love tale fall apart, so I crossed the line again
I made sure to get myself drunk first so that I can have more courage, before walking up to Jack’s room, and this time it was no accident, I was so determined in winning him over, but fate had other plans for me
He wasn’t in his room, and it shattered my heart at last, but what could I do now that he had probably made it clear he wanted nothing to do with me anymore
So much for drinking
I could feel tears blurring my vision as I walked down to the entrance of the house door, to lock it up cause it was already late, but before I could, the one I wanted, walks up and looked at me with this look on his face
This look that for this few days had been playing with my head badly.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Why are you making me lose so much control”
My mind scatter but my lips refuse to keep quiet
“Am sorry Jack”
I tell him and watch his lips part. He asks me where I found the courage to say this out loud to him, cause my husband might overhear me, the husband I was so “frightened” of him
It was mockery, but somehow I wasn’t offended
“He is not home”
I kept my gaze at him as I spoke
“No wonder”
He replies sharply
“What?”
I questioned him and moved closer, but he moves back immediately and scoffed out
“No wonder you remember I exist again, cause you only need me once he is gone right?”
He was wrong, it wasn’t the fucking case at all
“Jack..”
I tried to speak, to defend myself but he doesn’t want to listen to me anymore. He looked away and tried to pass me, but my burning heart couldn’t that happen, so I held his arm and screamed out
“I don’t love him, Jack”
I could smell the alcohol from my breath, but it was because of this very one liquor that I had the courage to be able to say what exactly what was on my mind that the normal me would never be able to
“That night… “
My subconsciousness tries to fight with me, the last dignity I had tried to make me shut up, to make me stop cause this was wrong, this feelings I had for him, but why was something so wrong ended up becoming something so pure to stop
No…
I didn’t care anymore, and I knew that if I fucking didn’t say what I had wanted to say this night, maybe my love tale wouod have really ended for good
“That night when he fucked me, all I saw was you Jack, I fucking kept on seeing your face and imagining it as you”
I cried out, my mind scattered and my heart beating hard, I cried out as i turned him around and said it to his fucking face so he fucking knows how much I burn for him, only him and no one else
And then silence… he didn’t say a word, rather he gave me that longing gaze again that was capable of making time stand still, before pushing my hand away from his shoulders
Hw made me think it was fucking over at last, but then he lifted me up sharply squeezing my buttocks hard under the fabric of my night dress, the coach.
When he placed me well, he kissed my forehead, before loosening my nightgown effortlessly and then we become animals again and have sex
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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.