
Tricked to his Bed
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His hand slid beneath my dress,
"You want me that badly?" I whispered.
"Yes."
The word left him like a confession. His gaze was soft... but starving.
I let my palm move over his bare chest, slowly,
"Then promise me something... and I will let you touch me."
His lips brushed my ear, voice rough and helpless.
"You know what you do to me, Alessa. I would give you the whole world if you asked."
My smile didn't reach my eyes. My voice dropped low, "Will you kill your elder brother for me?"
************"
"SHE BUILT HIS WORLD, NOW SHE WILL BURN IT DOWN!!!"
Alessa Smith gave him everything, love, loyalty, her fortune. For three years, she stood by her husband Adrain's side, only to watch him throw it all away for the woman he once loved. He felt like she loves him more than her life that she can never leave him. But little did he know that Alessa was never in love, she had no heart that could love. She was like a robot. All her love was an act to be a perfect wife.
He still never knew that the private company sponsoring him was hers to begin with. She only approached him following her grandfather's will. And now she's ready to take it all back. Piece by piece!!.
To fight for her inheritance, she told a big lie that forced her to approach Adrain's useless younger brother Kai-a ruthless Biker with a secret, who only wants to end his life on a Bike. She gives him a contract promising him a better life, as long as he becomes her boy toy and makes her pregnant within a year. She promised to give him everything she gave her husband. But she had no idea that he was her stalker and always imagined himself in bed with her. To her surprise, a woman without emotions like her found herself craving for his touch more.
With a taste for revenge, she makes him the perfect ally. Together, they'll strip her husband of every privilege, every illusion, every ruin he tried to claim as his own.
She will make them sit and watch Adrian's life ruins!!!!.
Tricked to his Bed Chapter 1
ALESSA POV
“Ohh sweet Alessa, I am so glad you are here.” Nurse Mary said, she was all smiles as she saw me.
I smiled back in return. She hurriedly pulled off my white coat and helped me with the scrub(surgeon uniform)
“I am so sorry for ruining your wedding anniversary date, it's just that the lady's twins were coming out prematurely.”
I smiled, “Its fine my husband called and said he was busy too”
“Ohh..Miss Smith, it's crazy in there. The lady's husband has been screaming all day. He loves his wife so much. They are all lovey dovey, so rare for a couple who have known each other for 13 years.”
“Really? That is sweet.” I said with a smile, seeing people loving each other publicly makes me happy.
“The Lady showed us her wedding photo in Las Vegas.” The nurse added, she was all hyper for the gossip.
I smiled, “Wow, that's crazy.”
5 mins later, I was ready. She opened the OR door, and I slid in with my hands up.
“Hello Doctor Smith,” My male OR assistant said.
I nodded my head. The nurse in there covered my hands with gloves. While my eyes were on that big protruding stomach. It was very big, facing up. My heart was filled with jealousy. I always wished one day my stomach would be as big as that. And I will have a child, I always envied such women.
I moved closer to the woman, she was putting on a face mask, and a hair net.
I bent to her ears and whispered, "Don't worry madam, I will make sure you give birth to your babies strong and healthy.”
I raised my hand, “Scalpel!”
*****________**********
An hour later.
“Well done, Doctor,” the team said as they peeled off their gloves. I forced a small smile, the kind of smile I’d learned to wear after long, grueling surgeries. We are all relieved as we saw the babies save and sound.
I slipped out of the OR, exhausted down to.my bones. My assistant had already gone ahead to inform the father. I half-expected to see him waiting anxiously at the door, pale and restless like so many others.
Instead, the sight before me stopped me cold.
Adrian!! My husband!! What was he doing.here?
He stood there in the corridor, his hand gripping my assistant’s shoulders as he shook him gratefully.
His voice was low and trembling with emotion.
“Thank you for saving my children.”
The words punched the air out of me. My heart slammed against my ribs, every drop of blood in my body turning to ice.
Children? What children? We had.no.child!
My gaze blurred, my legs refusing to move. The betrayal hitting sharper than any pain I had ever felt in my.entire life. My chest rose and fell too fast, my teeth chattering from a sudden cold. I wanted to run to him- ask him to explain himself. Explain why can't he love me like he loves her?
No!! i lied!! but the truth was I just wanted to drag him down and slit his throat on the spot. Upon all the love I showed him, he had the guts to betray me?
My Assistant pointed at me, “The Doctor is out, you can.thank her.”
And in that frozen moment, his eyes finally lifted, and locked with mine. He was all smiles walking to me.
He stretched his hand toward me, his voice thick with gratitude. He was all.smiles like a good person.
“Thank you very much, Doctor. I will…”
But I couldn’t let him finish. My legs were already trembling, the air in my lungs burning. I had to run away before I would stab him with my scalpel. My hands were already shivering to grab the scalpeI. I turned sharply, my back to him before his hand could touch mine.
My vision clouded, and the tears I had been holding back threatened to pour. I struggled to move my weak feet faster. It was so hard to control.my legs..my mind kept screaming. kill him!! Kill him!!
I walked so fast, until it became a desperate run. My heels echoed against the tiles. I covered my face with one hand, muffling the sob that broke free.
I burst into my office and slammed the door shut behind me. My knees weakened, and I collapsed against the desk, shaking uncontrollably. The man I had trusted, the man I had waited three hours for tonight, had another life, another child… and I had just saved it with my own hands. I just saved my husband's illegitimate children!!
The tears came hot and fast, blurring my vision. My fingers dug into the fabric of my scrubs as I whispered through clenched teeth, “Why, Adrian… why? Wasn't the love I showed you important? I worked so hard in order to love you! Why is it so hard to control your third leg?”
The sudden buzz of my phone jolted me. I wiped at my eyes with trembling hands and picked it up, hoping foolishly that it was him.
But the message that glowed on my screen stole the last shred of breath from my chest.
Unknown Number: “Why are you running away? How does it feel to be cheated on? Ohh poor Alessa! of course you don't feel anything? You are an emotionless Robot. Who are you showing that fake act there? There is no one watching your performance. Are you trying to deceive your Brain that you are heartbroken?. But did you feel good to be kicked and stepped on? ”
My heart beating violently, the phone slipping from my grasp and clattering to the floor. A cold shiver raced down my spine. Someone was watching me as always. I always get a text from an unknown person. And he knows my secret! If I catch him I will shut him up forever. No one must know about me!! No one must know!! If not my grandfather will kill me.
My eyes darted to the door, the windows. I was at the top floor, and I peeped down the window, there were a lot of people around. Most of them were patients and Doctors. No one was on their phone.
The text came again, “Looking for me? Don't worry Alessa. Nobody will ever find me. So now would you like to kill that woman that has a child for your man? I can help you!!”
I tried to text back, but it was blocked at the other end.
“Alessa, you don't have to worry about who I am. So Alessa, do you know you are a mistress to your husband?”
My phone buzzed again, and it was a wedding picture of Adrian and the other woman. It was the same photo of a woman he once claimed to be his cousin.
I froze as the phone fell
from my hand.
Then, a knock came at the door.
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Tricked to his Bed of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.

8.6
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters.
I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone.
Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate.
They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run.
As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance.
"She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed.
"Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back.
I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood.
Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start.
Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room.
Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever.
I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me.
This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.

7.5
To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years.
But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms.
"Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now."
He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school.
He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge.
He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy.
He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me.
I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present.
Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty?
Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase.
If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.

8.6
I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade.
But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad.
Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal.
Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion."
Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps.
My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood.
The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt.
I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served.
But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows.
He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden.
I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal.
When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body.
"The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it."
Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.

7.4
Evelina Barrett was the legitimate daughter, yet she was framed for a disgusting sex scandal, expelled from the Ivy League, and locked out of her late mother's massive trust fund.
While she was thrown out to rot on the streets with a jagged, hideous red scar covering half her face, her father and step-family were throwing a lavish charity gala to celebrate her total ruin.
They laughed as they officially published her disownment notice in the Times to cut her off forever.
"Without the school halo, that ugly freak will be begging on the streets by tomorrow," her sister Aspen sneered.
Her stepmother Annabella toasted to taking out the trash, perfectly happy to steal Evelina's inheritance while ignoring the fact that Evelina knew exactly how they had murdered her mother.
For years, Evelina had been locked in a dark basement, abused by bodyguards, and treated worse than a stray dog.
Why should she, the true heir, suffer in the gutter while the leeches who destroyed her life enjoyed the wealth that rightfully belonged to her?
She refused to be their victim anymore.
Washing away her fake scar to reveal her true, breathtaking face, Evelina blackmailed New York's most lethal billionaire into marriage to secure the ultimate shield.
Then, she put on a black mourning dress, ordered a dark web ghost crew, and climbed into a heavy semi-truck.
At exactly 6:00 PM, she smashed through the iron gates of her family's elegant gala, delivering three pure black coffins directly to the lawn.

8.8
Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs.
On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles.
Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic, poor stepping stone" who was just there until he got his foot in the door.
Veronica threatened to ruin Clara's career forever.
Clara dumped him, packed her bags, and impulsively entered a contract marriage with a cold stranger she met at City Hall.
But her nightmare wasn't over.
When her mother suddenly needed a $200,000 emergency brain surgery, Clara was forced to take a demeaning extra gig to survive.
There, Veronica and her starlet friend cornered Clara.
They mocked her cheap clothes, ridiculed her new wedding ring as fake glass, and intentionally poured scalding coffee on her feet.
"Well, maid, you better clean that up."
Veronica laughed, forcing Clara to her knees to wipe up the burning liquid while snapping photos.
Clara swallowed her burning humiliation, secretly recording their abuse on her phone.
She endured the pain, desperate for the $300 day rate to save her mother's life, feeling entirely crushed by their overwhelming wealth and power.
What she didn't know was that outside the soundstage, her new contract husband—the man she thought was just a struggling, broke tech worker—was sitting in a sleek black Maybach.
He watched his wife kneeling on the floor, and his dark eyes filled with a lethal, terrifying rage.











