The Desire Called Karma : Creating My Own Reverse Harem

Warning : 21+ Nina Meiyer considers herself an unattractive 32-year-old woman after failing to get her husband, Simon Meiyer, to spend more time with her, even though everyone around her considers her a stunningly beautiful woman with a sensual body. The shadow of her past as a 'naughty nurse' makes her suspect that Simon may have discovered her dark secret, a fear that makes her increasingly wary of the women around Simon who could replace her as Mrs. Meiyer. Her life, already filled with fear and anxiety, changes when Pierre Alexander, a jenius doctor, Xavier Evans, her husband's business rival, Jake Andrew, an adult site star, and Leonardo Salviero, a super hot mechanic, begin approaching her in sometimes unreasonable ways. Nina, who has tried to be a faithful wife for seven years, seems unable to maintain her loyalty when the four young men offer her wild fantasies from her past that she can't resist.

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Chapter 4

"Putting on makeup and wearing sexy clothes again? Do I really have to do that again to make Simon happy?" I thought to myself as I looked at my face in the mirror. It seemed like I hadn't changed much since I decided to draw closer to God and distance myself from the glitz and glamour of the world that had once blinded me.

Money and sex-those two things had always been my beliefs, and they had kept me happy throughout my youth. After I got married, I regularly went to church, prayed, and tried to be a good wife. But apparently, that wasn't enough. Just being a good and faithful wife wasn't enough to make my husband want to spend more time with me.

I opened my closet, which held my old clothes-the ones I wore when I was younger and during the first two years of my marriage to Simon. I even found my old nurse's uniform, so tight that it hugged my curves.

I tried it on again, and it still fit me. I realized that my body shape hadn't changed at all, it was the same as before. When I looked in the mirror, I was amazed at myself.

"Is this really me? Did I look like this before?" I thought to myself. It was strange, I felt uncomfortable wearing it. It had been five years since I last wore revealing, sexy clothes, and somehow it felt uncomfortable.

"What are you doing?" Asked Simon, completely unaware of him entering the room filled with wardrobes.

"Honey? When did you get home?" I asked, surprised, and immediately covered myself with a towel.

Simon frowned, staring at me with a curious expression because I suddenly covered myself as if he were a stranger.

"I called you several times, but you didn't answer. What are you doing? Trying on your old work uniform, hmm?" He asked, stepping toward me.

Simon stood right in front of me, smiling mischievously as he urged me to show him my new look.

"Honey, I-"

"Wow...you're so sexy! How long has it been since you've worn clothes like this?"

"Maybe it's been five years or-"

"Yes, five years. Imagine five years of dressing like a pious middle-aged woman without makeup. You're still young and beautiful, my dear! Dress up and wear your sexy clothes again like when we first started dating!"

"What kind of flashy makeup? Look at you now, you're completely bare!"

"But you said I'm beautiful even without makeup, right?"

"You're very beautiful, Nina! But at least dress up a little and wear more colorful and revealing clothes! What's wrong with doing that to please your husband!"

I was speechless, not knowing what to say to him. I repented and left my past self behind so that karma wouldn't come to me. I believed that if I tried to improve myself, I wouldn't receive bad karma for my mistakes.

"Simon, I-"

"Tch, I know what you're going to say, Nina! Go ahead and pray at church as much as you want! You've even decorated our house with crucifixes and statues of the Virgin Mary. Do whatever you want, but don't blame me if one day I'm tempted by another woman and leave you!"

Simon gave me an ultimatum that felt like a slap in the face. I couldn't understand how he could say such cruel things. I try to be a good wife, is that still not enough?

"Honey, I-"

"Come on, make me coffee! You annoy me every day!"

Simon left in annoyance. I'd been making him mad since morning. I truly was a useless wife. I couldn't even give him a child, and I couldn't even make him smile. Am I receiving karma? Will I still get it even if I've repented and become a better person?

I changed my clothes and headed to the kitchen to make Simon a cup of coffee. I saw Simon's phone on the dining table while he was taking a shower.

I'm not the type of wife who checks my husband's phone, and I almost never check it. My faith in him is still as strong as it was when we first fell in love. But his words bothered me. Could my husband be tempted by another woman? Could I be experiencing what those women experienced when their husbands and their lovers had sex with me?

I reached for Simon's phone, which was lying on the table. It rang. It was an incoming call from Erika Gonzales, my husband's client, whom he called his "most generous."

I decided to answer the incoming call with a strange feeling and a question in my head: What business would he have calling my husband so late at night? It was almost 10 PM, and I didn't think any professional job would warrant contacting a client so late at night.

"Simon, could you come back to my apartment? My anus is sore from using it without lubrication, so-"

"I'm Simon's wife," I said, my breath coming out of my chest. My world was about to collapse, and I was sure I hadn't heard correctly, he'd said something appropriate.

"What's wrong? Who's calling?" Simon asked. He looked at me with a strange reaction because I was talking to someone on his phone.

I was speechless, tears welling up in my eyes. God, please, tell me what I just heard wasn't karma.

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The curtains in our Upper East Side penthouse are always drawn. Jonathan prefers it that way—says the light hurts his eyes. I've learned to navigate our apartment in perpetual dusk, my fingers trailing along familiar walls as I move from room to room. "Emily?" Jonathan's voice floats from the bedroom. "Are you still here?" "Just getting your medication ready," I call back, my voice steady despite the knot in my stomach. Ten years of practice has taught me to hide my frustration well. I arrange the pills in neat rows on his bedside table—blood pressure medication at 8 AM, eye drops at noon, vitamins at 3 PM. The routine never varies. Dr. Chen says consistency is crucial for Jonathan's condition.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.0

DEAR EX WIFE,YOU WERE NEVER A CHAPTER

8.0

Sophia’s heart broke every time she saw her husband, Ethan, stealing glances at another woman, the same woman he insisted she donate blood to for the third time that week. Their five-year marriage felt like a lifetime of pain and betrayal. Sophia loved Ethan deeply, but he married her only to inherit his family’s multi-billion-dollar business. Once he gained control, he discarded her like she meant nothing. Despite years of humiliation, Sophia clung to hope that Ethan would someday love her. But when he repeatedly demanded her blood for his mistress’s health, her hope shattered. She endured the cruelty but not the betrayal, not having been cheated on and drained out of blood to the point of death. Sophia filed for divorce, which Ethan accepted without hesitation unaware she was pregnant from a reckless night she barely remembered. *** Left with no family, no money, and no future, Sophia nearly gave up until a mysterious stranger saved her. Years later, she returned with her child, Ethan’s spitting image. “Bro, your ex-wife is here. And that child looks just like you,” Ethan growled, “They’re mine. And I will fight for what belongs to me !”.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

Exposing Husband's Deceit

8.6

The black town car idled outside our penthouse, its exhaust forming ghostly tendrils in the pre-dawn chill. 5:45 AM. I stared at it through our floor-to-ceiling windows, my reflection a pale specter against Manhattan's awakening skyline. Something was wrong. Michael had never been an early riser in our ten years of marriage. The man who complained about breakfast meetings before 9 AM had arranged a car before sunrise? On our anniversary? I twisted the diamond eternity band on my finger—a nervous habit I'd developed over years of swallowing disappointments and rearranging my face into the supportive mask expected of Michael Sterling's wife. "Victoria," I whispered to myself, "stop overthinking." But when I opened our front door, the white Hermès hamper sitting on the doormat confirmed my unease. Inside lay spa vouchers, a glossy brochure for a Hamptons retreat, and a one-way plane ticket to East Hampton.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.3

Flowers fall, love and hate are balanced.

8.3

Andrea was the very model of a Capital City heiress—disciplined, proper, flawless. But in this moment, she was lost in her husband’s relentless rhythm. Under the warm canopy of their curtained bed, Andrea’s eyes, hazy with pleasure, gazed up adoringly at William as he moved above her with a low groan. In the final instant, he raised his hands and covered her eyes. His whisper brushed her ear. “Be good. Give it to me.” Blushing, Andrea arched her back higher, offering herself to him completely. The next moment, a dagger plunged straight into her chest. William’s murmur turned vicious. “Be good! This time, give me your heart!” It was the eighth wound he had inflicted for Sandra’s sake. “Andrea, this is what you owe her. You have to bear it.” The haze in Andrea’s eyes vanished. She turned her face away, listening numbly to the flurry of movement in the room, her lowered gaze hollow with despair. Her voice came out flat. “Is that so? Then my debt is paid.” Whether it was the life he saved ten years ago, or the tangled disgrace from three. A decade past, during a city festival, William had rescued Andrea from a kidnapper’s grasp. Still a youth then, he’d been impatient with the little girl’s tears, yet he held her close, his voice gruff but steady. From that day, William was etched into Andrea’s heart. She watched him from afar at banquets, never daring to speak—because Sandra was always at his side. She saw him pick flowers for Sandra, tuck them into her hair. She saw him keep vigil all night in the Sanctum, praying for her protection. She saw him fly into a rage for Sandra’s sake, offend Prince Logan, and suffer injuries that kept him abed for half a year. Then, three years ago, a drugged William pulled a passing Andrea into a room. The girl’s secret longing was laid bare before the world. Everyone said the young miss of Andrea’s Family Estate was lovesick and desperate, that she’d used a vile trick to climb into the bed of the newly-engaged young marquis—forcing him to break his childhood promise and marry her instead. Even William believed it. He despised her utterly. So when Sandra collapsed, vomiting blood, during their betrothal ceremony, William drove a sword into Andrea’s chest without hesitation. A revered Sanctum seer had declared it her punishment for stealing another’s destined match; only a medicine from her heart’s blood could break the curse. And Andrea accepted it. Though none of it was her doing, the secret joy in her heart filled her with guilt. She thought one sword thrust had settled the debt. She never imagined it was only the beginning. Then came the second, on their wedding night. The third, at the Mid-Autumn banquet… up to this, the eighth. “Young Miss…” Her maid Layla’s voice, choked with tears, sounded in Andrea’s ear. Andrea turned her head, offering a smile uglier than any sob. “Tomorrow at the palace, I will ask Aunt Victoria to help me get a divorce!” From the day she met William until now—eight years. Three years, eight wounds. If one stab counted for each year, it was enough. Enough to cancel the past. *** The next morning, Andrea woke to find William sitting beside the bed, watching her with a complicated expression. “Sandra is well now. She…” Andrea hadn’t expected the first word from her husband to be that name. Three years of endurance shattered in an instant. “Sandra! Sandra! If your heart holds only Sandra, why did you marry me?” Her voice broke. “We are husband and wife! I… I’m in pain, too!” She tore the bandage from her chest, revealing the terrible lattice of scars beneath. William’s breath caught. He looked away, as if he couldn’t bear the sight, and carefully rewrapped the wound. “It won’t hurt anymore. Never again.” “Court Physician Patrick perfected an ointment. Next time, you won’t feel a thing.” Andrea’s voice died in her throat. She pushed William away and stared at him, perfectly still. Meeting her calm gaze, William felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of panic. “Get some rest.” He dropped the words and left. Andrea began to laugh—a raw, wrenching sound that twisted into tears. Why had she been foolish enough to believe William could ever ache for her? Even after three years of giving him everything he asked, managing his estate, enduring every slight—none of it equaled a single, careless glance from Sandra. Like last year’s harvest festival, when William gave her a bracelet. Sandra had merely glanced at it, and he’d immediately taken it from Andrea’s wrist—the very wrist he had placed it on. Andrea wiped her tears dry and called out sharply. “Layla, help me dress. We are going to the palace.”

Fantasy Modern Romance

9.1

My Husband Despise Me, His Boss Wants Me.

9.1

They say I killed my sister. That I stole her husband. That I’m a thief, a liar, a murderer. But none of it is true. I gave up everything—my youth, my dreams, my peace—to raise her son and honor her last wish. But to them, I’m still the villain. My stepson hates me. My husband despises me. And no one dares to hear my truth. When my only comfort—my late father’s cat—is killed as a cruel message, something in me breaks. I’m done begging for love. I’m done living in silence. It’s time the world hears my side of the story… And sees what happens when a broken woman rises. This is not a love story. This is my fight for freedom.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

Rise of the Betrayed wife

9.7

I died with blood pooling and betrayal. My fiancé never loved me-he only wanted. My stepsister never saw me as family. And when I discovered I was carrying his child and tried to expose their affair, they shoved me into a shattered glass table and left me to bleed out alone. But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice miraculously returned and a second chance burning in my chest. This time, I refuse to be the silent, obedient sacrifice they used and discarded. This time, I'll make them pay. And when a ruthless billionaire offers me an impossible deal-a fake marriage to save his crumbling empire, I accept without hesitation. They still see me as that broken, voiceless girl who couldn't fight back. They have no idea I've already won.

Billionaire Modern Romance

The Desire Called Karma : Creating My Own Reverse Harem

Chapter 4

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