
Secretly His: May The Best Man Dare To Kiss The Bride!
For ten years, Melanie and Gabriel looked like a fairy tale couple. People envied how he "cherished" her-no one saw the other woman on the side.
When the affair surfaced, Melanie slid divorce papers across the table. "Gabriel, you don't deserve my love anymore."
She walked away, unaware Rhett had watched her for eleven years.
He'd been best man at her wedding, grinning while jealousy chewed him raw.
After the split, Melanie buried herself in work and went global.
Gabriel found her in his best friend's arms, his gaze burning with fury. "Was it him? Is he the reason you left me?"
Rhett stepped in front of her. "You never deserved her. She was meant to be mine."
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Chapter 4
"What do you think we are, then? Partners in crime?" Rhett said with a crooked smile.
Silence settled over Melanie.
Spending the entire day with Lacey eased something inside her, and by the time evening came, she felt lighter than she had in weeks.
The moment she stepped into her house, her computer let out a sharp notification sound. She kept the towel wrapped around her damp hair and clicked open a chat box on a website she barely used.
"That job you gave me? Too simple. Her computer had no protection at all. I've already emailed every photo you asked for."
Without hesitation, Melanie logged into her email and found a zipped folder waiting for her. Inside were countless photos of Gabriel and Chelsey.
Frame after frame showed them tangled together, even lying in the same bed, and the sight hit her like a punch to the chest.
They hadn't held back at all. Worse, they'd managed to keep it hidden from her this whole time.
Everything she once believed about her life with Gabriel suddenly felt fake, like a story she'd told herself just to survive.
She tried to blink away the heat building in her eyes, but her body locked up, and she sat frozen in front of the screen.
A faint smile tugged at her lips, yet a crushing weight pressed against her chest and made it hard to breathe.
When she finally steadied herself, she transferred the zipped folder onto a flash drive and reopened the chat.
"Thanks for your help. Catch you later."
After powering down the computer, she lay flat on her bed and stared into the dark, but sleep refused to come.
Early the next morning, she barely had time to set her bag down at the office before her assistant hurried over. "Melanie, they're here," her assistant said.
Keeping her attention on the script in her hands, Melanie didn't look up, and she failed to notice the worry written all over her assistant's face.
"There's been a small issue. Miss Wallace tripped and got hurt. The chief editor says the interview has to be pushed back thirty minutes," her assistant added.
Finishing the last of her coffee in one swallow, Melanie gave a quiet nod.
As soon as she stepped inside, a dry smile curved across her lips when she took in the picture before her.
Across the room, Gabriel sat close to the woman, and the worry in his eyes was impossible to miss. Meanwhile, Rhett stood on the sidelines, staring at them with narrowed eyes.
So he wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. Was he bold enough to flirt with his wife watching? Did he honestly believe she couldn't see what was happening?
Maybe he assumed she cared about him so deeply that she'd swallow her pride and accept anything he did. What a joke.
"Mel," Gabriel said the second he noticed Melanie. He quickly shifted his gaze away from Chelsey and walked toward Melanie with breakfast in his hands, a warm smile fixed on his face.
Irritation flickered across Melanie's face. "Why are you here?" she asked.
Before he could speak, Rhett cut in with a playful tone, "He's here to say sorry, obviously. At sunrise, he dragged me to the east side to line up for bagels, and then he rushed to the west side to grab that sandwich you used to love back in school. At least take a bite."
With that, he pushed the breakfast toward her, still smiling.
Instead of reaching for it, Melanie looked down at the food and then lifted her eyes toward Chelsey, who sat stiffly a short distance away.
That thoughtful breakfast was nothing but a distraction. His real reason for showing up was sitting right over there.
There was a time when a gesture like this would've softened her. Now it only made her stomach turn.
"I've already eaten," she said, her voice flat and distant.
"So we woke up at sunrise and stood in line for this—and you say no? Cold, Mel. Real cold," Rhett said with a grin, even though he understood why she was upset with Gabriel.
Before Melanie could snap back at him, Gabriel spoke first. "Listen to you. Keep talking like that and you'll scare every woman away. Or are you still holding out for that married woman of yours? Planning to wait until she's free?"
Everyone was aware that for the past ten years, Rhett had carried deep feelings for a woman, and she had remained the only one in his heart. She was already married, and from everything they could see, her marriage was a happy one. Because of that, he'd never seriously dated anyone else and chose to wait in silence.
Lifting his coffee cup, Rhett took a slow sip. His eyes flickered toward Melanie for a brief second before he looked away again. "She won't be married much longer," he said calmly.
Both of them stared at him in surprise.
After all this time, he finally had his chance?
"Don't tell me you're about to step in as the third party," Gabriel said, and disappointment was clear in his voice. "That's not like you."
"Relax. I wouldn't do that. She's the one who asked for the divorce."
He left it at that, and Gabriel didn't push any further.
Before long, Gabriel's focus drifted elsewhere again.
Across the room, Chelsey was carefully tending to a small cut on her hand, her brows drawn together as if the pain was unbearable.
Watching him watch another woman made something bitter twist inside Melanie. It was only a small scratch, yet he reacted as if something serious had happened. When she'd been in a car accident and fractured bones, he hadn't even shown up for her surgery.
Later, he'd claimed an urgent company meeting had kept him away, and she'd actually believed him. She'd even told him not to overwork himself.
Thinking about it now made her want to laugh at her own stupidity.
He hadn't been busy with work at all. He'd been busy sharing a bed with someone else.
Anger and humiliation mixed inside her, and she despised herself for letting him fool her for so long.
Cold resolve settled over her face as she tore her gaze away. "I've got work to handle, so you'll have to excuse me," she said evenly.
After clipping on her microphone, she walked toward Chelsey and held out a glass of water. "Good morning, Miss Wallace."
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8.4
I had been locked in a freezing cellar for three days, starving and waiting for my husband, Marco, to save me.
Instead, the iron door opened to reveal his mistress holding a toddler with Marco's exact face.
Marco wasn't sterile like he had claimed for years. He just wanted my De Luca family trust funds.
With my husband watching coldly, his mistress and a corrupt doctor pinned me to the concrete floor.
"We're going to carve you up until you're unrecognizable, then throw you in the lake," she laughed.
The most chilling part wasn't the affair. It was the realization that my mother-in-law, the mafia matriarch I had served faithfully for three years, had personally signed my death warrant to save their crumbling empire.
The scalpel sliced deep into my cheek, permanently destroying my face as warm blood poured down my neck.
I had given them everything. I used my family's money to pay off his secret gambling debts and endured endless insults about being a barren wife, only to realize the entire family viewed me as nothing but a pig to be slaughtered for cash.
In the suffocating darkness, I didn't pray for mercy. I swore a blood oath.
I didn't die in that cellar. Saved by a legendary rival boss, I stood outside the Falcone estate three weeks later.
I pushed open the heavy oak doors to my own memorial service, the jagged red scar on my face silencing the hall.
"I'm afraid your plans to inherit my estate will have to be postponed," I smiled at my terrified husband.

8.3
" let that wetness drip. I want to see what I do to you without even touching You "
He stared at her trembling fragile figure who stood naked in front of him with wetness dripping down her thighs making her cheeks burn in shame and embarrassment and he just sat there, staring at her.
" Please ...... daddy "
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He was my father's best friend and a very close family friend. I had been in love with him since I was fifteen. He was the man of my dreams but Also a man I could never have. A man who could make me feel tingles.
One night and It changed everything.
I was in bed, letting my hand satisfy the needs and desires of my dark fantasies when he had just walked in, catching me disheveled and messed up. That night he had helped me and that was the first time I had gotten off.
I thought it was a step closer to our relationship but He made it clear, he wanted to be a father figure to me. But his body opposed his words. I knew Luciano Morelli wanted me just as much as I did or maybe more.

7.6
" Make love to me, Ryan. F*ck me till my legs give way. "
When Amelia said this, she knew she was willing to risk everything... her father's trust and happiness.
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" Damnit, Amelia! He's my friend! " Her father snarled.
" And he's my lover! " She yelled right back.
Bryan shook his head, " No, child. Ryan is too dangerous for you. "
" And old, " he added in a whisper.
" I'm not a child anymore, daddy. I'm 21 " Amelia answered.
" Who knows nothing! End it with him or I'll disown you! " He was shouting now.
She stomped her feet on the ground like the child her father had called her, " I'm going to be with him, Dad! Get used to it. "
" He's being called a monster for a reason. Don't you know why? "
" Stupid reason. He doesn't deserve it. " she retorted and added, " And isn't he supposed to be your friend? "
Bryan shook his head, " You come first, Mel. I'm going to protect you from him. "
" At all cost. "

9.1
I stood at the altar in a fifty-thousand-dollar custom lace gown, waiting to marry the boy I had loved since I was five.
But Silas didn't say "I do."
He answered a phone call, turned pale, and bolted toward the exit as if the gates of hell had opened, leaving me to face five hundred of New York's most dangerous criminals alone.
He left me for a waitress named Lola.
The humiliation was suffocating. The elite of the Five Families looked at me with pity, a Genovese princess rejected for trash.
When Silas finally returned, he didn't apologize.
He showed up with hickeys on his neck, clinging to Lola, and had the audacity to suggest I become his mistress.
He even demanded I hand over my dowry—millions in weapons and cash—so he could fund their lifestyle and "redecorate" with her.
He thought I was still the innocent girl who would beg for his scraps.
He didn't realize that in the moment he ran, a shadow had stepped forward to fill the void.
Dante Moretti. The Don. Silas's uncle.
The most feared man in the city looked at me with dark, predatory eyes and offered me a choice: be a victim, or be a Queen.
"Since you are to marry a Moretti," Dante said, extending his scarred hand, "why not marry the head of the table?"
I looked at the door where Silas had disappeared, then at the Reaper standing before me.
"I do," I whispered.
Silas thought he had ruined my life, but he only cleared the way for me to marry the monster who would burn the world down for me.

8.1
I, Liya Anderson, was the pampered Alpha female heir before.
But everything was shattered by an invasion!
My mother turned out to be the second chance for the bastard who destroyed my pack, and we were captured.
Since then, my mother changed, no longer caring for me, allowing me to be abused by the triplet stepbrothers.
Soon, I thought I had lucked out by encountering a savior. Naively, I believed he would take me away from this hell.
But it seems that three won't let me go...
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"You don't seem to understand it, do you?" The irritated edge to Hunter tone brought more tears to my eyes.
Gunter stepped closer, leaving no distance between us as he gazed at me with darkened eyes glowing with undiluted fury, "haven't we told you before?"
My heart stopped for a second when Ryder's hand wrapped my neck, lifting me from the floor a little bit.
"Let me clarify it again, Liya. You belong to no one else but us. You're ours to look at, ours to touch and most definitely ours to fuck! This is your FUCKING fate! Accept it!" His deadly tone had a hint of mischief.
Yeah, I should have known earlier. This is my miserable fate...

8.6
"This is wrong," I said, my voice rough and strained. "I'm your older brother... we can't do this." I tried to pull away from her, forcing some distance between us, but my body wouldn't cooperate. The pull toward her was too powerful, too deep in my bones.
She didn't let go. Instead, she tugged me closer, guiding me toward the bed. One of her soft hands pressed flat against my bare chest, right over my pounding heart, while her other arm wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me there.
Her eyes burned with hunger as she looked up at me. In a low, needy voice, she whispered, "Whether you believe you're my mate or not... I'm giving you my first everything tonight. All of me. Right now."
The words hit me like a shockwave. Every single inch of my body-my soul, my wolf-screamed the same thing over and over in my head: Mate. Mate. Mate. The instinct roared so loud it drowned out everything else, every rational thought, every rule I'd ever lived by.
I crashed my mouth against hers in a hungry, desperate kiss, claiming her completely. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against me as I muttered against her lips, "And I don't care anymore about morals or rules or any of that bullshit. I'm the ruler of these lands... and you're mine. All mine."
I was completely crazy about her. Obsessed. Possessed. She was mine-every part of her-and nothing in the world was going to change that.