Joymhe

"Akira" I heard a loud shout from a distance so I became even more nervous and sped up. I quickly entered a room and closed the door before locking it, I leaned against the door due to exhaustion. I was nervous when suddenly someone knocked on the door and tried to open it. "f*ck Akira open this f*cking door" he yelled again and forced the door to open so it was even more if he pushed the door to block it and he couldn't enter. "n-no please s-stop" "Love please, open this godd*mn door and let me in" he begged and promised and knocked on the door but I just shook my head, it's dangerous when I let him in. "K-keroz stop please, t-it's okay" His crazy. I was almost hoarse from talking and crying He even tried to push it, making me scream and cry in fear that he might enter. "Akira love don't test my patience" he promised horrifyingly and suddenly the noise outside stopped. I also stopped crying and moved away from the door, I was surprised to look at the door when suddenly it was quiet outside but because of the nervousness I felt I went straight to the closet to hide, I went to the big cabinet there were more expensive clothes on hangers but I ignored them it was because of the fear I was feeling, I immediately hid behind the curtain so that I wouldn't be seen. I was still sobbing because of crying, but I was almost standing where I was standing when the person I was afraid of entered, the person who made me nervous, Keroz. I immediately covered my mouth when I saw him enter the closet. I was even more nervous when he looked at my side. He grinned directly at where I was hiding so I bent down so he couldn't see me. Oh my god, does he know? I opened the curtain in front of me to see if he was still there, I was relieved to see that there was no one outside, but I was immediately filled with trepidation when I felt something next to me, I looked at it as if I didn't want to do it. "Looking for me Akira love?" he said with a smile and looked me straight in the eye which made me even more nervous. "K-keroz"

As soon as I entered the house, I immediately saw Axlle sitting on the sofa while a woman I just saw was staring at me. He looked at me with no emotion before returning his gaze to the girl on his right. I held my breath before passing them. I'm used to being like this all the time. There wasn't a day or night that Axlle didn't bring another woman into the house. But it's not because I love him, I'll just let it be like this forever. I entered my room and there my tears fell spontaneously. I promise that this will be the last time I cry to him. I went to my drawer and took out a brown envelope that he gave me. He gave it to me a long time ago but only now did I dare to open it. I was depressed by what I saw. An annulment paper with his signature. So he has been putting up with me for a long time. He has been waiting for a long time to get rid of me. I wiped my tears and immediately took a ballpen from my bag. Even if it hurts, even if it's hard, I'll still do it. I hurt myself too much just because of loving him. After I signed everything, I packed up. I don't care where I end up. As soon as I came down, I couldn't help but feel hurt because of what I saw. The way he kissed the girl. The way he moon. That I have never experienced from him. I sighed again before approaching them. Even though it hurt, I put a brown envelope on the table. They stopped and gave me a bad look. "What's this?!.."Axlle asked me angrily. I didn't answer him but I just turned around with my suitcases. "I know you've been waiting for this for a long time. I know you have put up with me for a long time. Forgive me, I was too blind in my love for you. I don't even think about how you feel . So now, I've set you free. You're free.." words I told him before I completely left him. It hurts me but it's necessary. I lived then without him by my side and with me. And I will make sure that I will live like the times when he was not in my life.

I was 12 years old back then. I don't know how much he charged but I'm sure it was a lot because Papa lost a lot. After he sold me to an old man who no longer had a family, I never heard from him or even saw him again. That's better because I really don't want to see his face anymore. I was sold to an old man named Vulcan Alexandres and he was an old friend of my father. From the age of twelve until I became twenty two, I grew up in his powder. He is rich and he almost spent everything, especially my education. Since he doesn't have a family, he considers me his son. At first, I didn't want to agree. My heart is far away from him. I was angry and I hardly talked to him or even paid attention to him. But when I saw that something had changed a bit in him and he seemed to be getting weaker, that's when he admitted to me that he was sick. Cancer stage four and leukemia. That's the reason why he didn't look for a woman to marry because he knew that his life was certain. So when I reached the right age, he completely adopted me and changed my birth certificate to make me an Alxandres. "Son, I only have a little time left in this world. For almost 6 years that I have been with you, I know that you are kind and have a good heart. I do not regret that I bought you from your father. Iha...I have decided for a long time this. I'm about to turn you into a... Alxandres."

I woke up when someone poured water on me "Wake up, how long do you plan to sleep?" Señora shouted at us. "F*ck" when Jin cursed we all poured water on our faces. "Tonight, we will attend the party, you must all be beautiful, and must be sexy to be attractive" "You can count on us Señora, we'll make sure we get them, Right girls?" And they all nodded here. "It's not good anymore, you guys," Kate told us. "And the four of you over there" señora pointed at us so we were quiet. "Make sure your work is good, I know you four are still virgins and fresh so your future customers will definitely like it" then it slowly approached us and stopped in front of me "When they say naked, take off your clothes You, don 't be artful" He said looking at me, I now know why he is being beaten here, because he is really scary. "There's no point in being a virgin if you don't use it correctly, it's just painful at first but it'll taste good" then they all laughed. "Don't try to let me down girls, or else, I will burn you alive" then he turned his back on us, "Ahhh what kind of life is this" I said in my mind "Understood?" "Yes señora" they all answered with a smile. "What are we going to do?" Gel asked us again. We are all troubled because this life is not what we want. "All you have to do is have fun tonight and look for a sugar daddy" said one of our colleagues here, I don't know him but from what I can see why they all seem so excited. "Newbees" was called by Isa so we turned around. "Don't let Señora down okay?" He said seriously, he's Señora Dito right hand man. "The future teachers have become prostitutes, ahhh" I just said to my friends.

When I entered the Bar I Immediately Saw A Woman Sitting Alone Drinking Wine She Looks So Fine She's Pretty and Sexy So I approached the manager of the Bar to talk about the woman I saw. Boy: Hi Manager: Good evening Sir How Can I Help you. Boy: Who's that girl sitting alone? Manager: Oh, Is that Lara? She's new here and she's good in Bed Sir. The manager said with a smile Boy: I want her. No Hesitation if Answer Boy: So how much? Manager: Will It Depends on how much he wants and of course for me. Boy: 10k for you okay? Money arrived at the same time Manager: Wow gallant Boy: Okay, I'm going to the room. Send him to the room because I want it right away. Manager: Yes Sir Now too..

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

The thunder cracked over the Hamptons, but it was nothing compared to Elena Sharp's scream. She lay twisted on the marble foyer, accusing me of trying to kill her baby. My husband, Julian, walked in, saw the scene, and his eyes froze me out of his life forever. He didn't listen, shoving a separation agreement across the desk, accusing me of murder. Stripped of my name and home, I was thrown out, left with nothing but my clothes and a terrifying secret growing inside me. My accounts frozen, I ended up in a crumbling Philadelphia row house, forced to pawn heirlooms. During a fire, my water broke, and I delivered our premature daughter, June, whose lungs were damaged. I stole formula to feed her, facing massive medical bills. Accused of destroying an heir, I was exiled while carrying his true legacy, fighting for every breath. The injustice burned, but June's life was my only fight. Three years later, June needed life-saving surgery. Julian's dying grandmother called me back with the funds, forcing a cruel charade with the man who hated me, a man still oblivious to his daughter.

The silence in St. Patrick's Cathedral wasn't peaceful; it was a physical weight on Stella's shoulders, heavier than her wedding dress. She stood alone at the altar, ready for her perfect life, when her phone vibrated with a text that shattered everything. Her fiancé, Bryce, messaged just moments before the vows: "I can't do this. Monica needs me. I'm sorry." Monica, her maid of honor, was the reason he fled. Bryce's mother then publicly shamed Stella, implying her career ambition drove him away. The betrayal of her sacrifices, her future, and her dignity ignited a white-hot rage. Stella ripped off her veil, grabbed the microphone, and exposed the groom and maid of honor's affair to the stunned guests before storming out. A furious wreck in her ruined gown, she stumbled on the cathedral steps, meeting Julian Sterling, the "Cursed Son" in a wheelchair. He offered no pity, only a detached assessment. In a defiant, adrenaline-fueled moment, Stella crouched and asked, "Are you single?" Julian, needing a strategic alliance against his family, agreed to a cold, transactional marriage of convenience. With the City Clerk's office hours ticking down, Stella tore her dress, determined to forge a new path of vengeance and desperate necessity.

Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone.

Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered. Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak. She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her. Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears. Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home."

For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave. The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for. In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in. "Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer." His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient. "I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now." He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure.

Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins-a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. "It's time to reveal your true identity, darling."

Sera stood at the altar, ready to renew vows with Lucas Sterling, a public declaration of their solid marriage. But in that holy silence, Lucas answered his phone, his voice booming, "Naomi? I'm coming." He then turned, eyes cold, declaring, "It's over," abandoning her mid-ceremony. The crowd gasped. His family humiliated her, calling her "trash." He then cut off all her money, stranding her in a downpour. The cruelest blow: his sister revealed Lucas had gossiped about Sera's deepest trauma-a past kidnapping-mocking her belief he was her savior. This betrayal shattered Sera's loyalty, replacing pain with cold rage. How could he expose that secret? And why did powerful Julian Thorne appear, whispering, "I've known who you are for a long time," as if privy to her past? With her last attachment severed, Sera pulled out her encrypted phone. Her voice chilling, she commanded, "Target Sterling Supply Chain. Initiate Phase One: Disruption." Her counterattack had begun.

At my best friend's birthday party, I drank tainted wine and passed out. When I woke up, I heard the doctor say it could cause severe nerve damage. I teased my fiancé Cayden Hewitt, asking who I was and where I was. He hesitated, staring at me, then called my rival Liam Hewitt. "You're Julia. He's your fiancé. You're getting married soon." I froze, thinking he was joking too. My best friend, Vivian Green, slipped her arm through Cayden's, looking every bit like a couple in love. Eventually, I was about to marry Liam. But Cayden, with eyes red from emotion, stood in front of the car to stop it, pleading, "Julia, don't marry him. I've realized I can't let you go."