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Inhaling shakily, I picked up the envelope and gave him a confused look. "What is this?" "Divorce papers," He snarled. "Sign it before tomorrow ends and leave my house, you fucking leech!" "It's because of Laura, isn't it?" I kept my gaze rooted to the floor, as tears rolled down my cheeks. "I don't have time for your useless questions. Just sign the damn papers and leave!" He barked, before marching upstairs. + Catherine Williams and Alessandro Da Silva used to be a loving couple until Alessandro's first love waltzed back into their lives and ruined their marriage. On their third wedding anniversary, Alessandro comes home and tosses a divorce agreement at Catherine. She quietly signs it and walks out of his life, secretly pregnant. Five years later, they meet again when Alessandro's ailing grandmother is in need of a neurosurgeon. Catherine has now become one of the top neurosurgeons in the country. Will she ignore her resentment toward her ex-husband to treat her? What more when Alessandro finds out about their twin sons? Will he ever be able to get her forgiveness?
Catherine's POV
I nervously nibbled on my lower lip as I paced the large expanse of the living room.
Sighing, I glanced at the wall clock and exhaled heavily when I saw the time.
It was ten minutes past nine in the evening and Alessandro was yet to come home.
"Excuse me, ma'am," Someone spoke from behind me, and I turned to face them.
The head maid of our household, Alice, grimaced as she fiddled with her fingers.
"Yes, any problem?"
"Should I place the food in the refrigerator?" She asked, and my heart cut as a bitter realization struck me.
Just like in the past, Alessandro was really going to be absent on our wedding anniversary.
It wasn't just an ordinary anniversary; it was our third marriage anniversary and according to what I read on a website some years back, three was a lucky number that signified prosperity.
Thus, I had gone over the top by preparing a variety of dishes that I was sure he liked.
Since he rarely ate at home nowadays, I had secretly called his grandmother because he usually ate there, and she had made a list of his current favorite foods for me.
Madam Anita, the heavens bless her heart was one in a million.
While my mother in law loathed my existence to the core, Madam Anita loved me like her own and would often rebuke my husband on my behalf.
Although I appreciated her effort, her reproaches never yielded results.
If anything, they worsened the sour relationship between my husband and I.
I could vividly remember how he had packed most of his belongings to where I presumed was HER place after Madam Anita gave him an earful when she found out that his first love was back in town and that they had been seeing each other for a while.
As stupid as I was, I had decided to stay, instead of leaving him after finding out about his extramarital affairs.
Damn, I was truly the most idiotic woman on earth.
My foolish self had been too desperate to remain married and had decided to keep suffering, instead of filing a divorce.
Something in me that gradually diminished as the years passed, still believed that my husband would change his ways and become the doting husband that he used to be.
"Ma'am Catherine," Alice's voice yanked me back to the brutal reality of my life.
"Y-Yeah, you were saying?" I asked, frazzled.
"I asked if I should place the dishes in the refrigerator to prevent them from going bad," She said. "The time is almost ten and he's still not back."
Suppressing the urge to burst into tears, I inhaled sharply. "Just go to bed. I will take care of it."
"I can wait here with you," She said, and I shook my head.
"No. You should sleep because you worked really hard today. I wouldn't have been able to prepare a platter of dishes if you weren't there with me." I forced out a smile which she returned, albeit, hers was sympathetic.
"You also worked hard, ma'am. I only prepared the ingredients but you made the food." She countered.
"Just go to bed, Alice," I gently pushed her out of the sitting room toward the stairs. "I can take care of the rest. I'm serious."
"Alright then, if you say so," She still seemed reluctant to leave. "Goodnight, ma'am."
"Goodnight, Alice."
And with that, she climbed the stairs and was gone.
Alice and the rest of the maids probably thought I was the dumbest person alive.
I mean, they had witnessed almost every one of mine and my husband's fight.
Even our recent fight which was the most embarrassing one ever.
Like a weak bitch, I had clung onto my husband's leg while weeping for him to stay and never leave me for his first love, Laura, when he wanted to storm out of the house.
I was truly a loser who relied on her husband too much.
But I just couldn't help it because he was the first man to ever ask me out on a date.
Throughout the nineteen years that I had spent in an orphanage, no guy had ever found me attractive.
Yes, I was an orphan.
According to what the governesses at the orphanage told me, they had found me in a box without clothes when I was barely a week old, crying my little lungs out.
I had been in my third year of medical school while he was training to be the CEO of his family's company.
A mutual friend had introduced us during a volunteer outreach.
He asked me out on a coffee date some days later and subsequently, after three weeks, we started dating.
The most foolish thing that I ever did and would continue to regret until the day I died, was dropping out of medical school to follow him from London to America.
He had told me that a new branch of his company had been established in America and he needed to be there to manage it.
It was highly unlikely that he would ever move back to London, he had divulged.
And like the asinine idiot I was, I had dropped out of medical school in a heartbeat, with the assurance that I could easily transfer to another medical school, with my high grades.
However, I was met with a hostile reality than I had expected when I discovered that I couldn't transfer to any medical school in America as their curriculum was completely different from that of my former medical school.
A year later on my twenty-first birthday, he asked me to be his wife and I happily agreed, thinking we would live happily ever after.
If only I knew that our marriage would be the start of misery, I would have never agreed to marry him and be a housewife.
The sound of footsteps approaching drifted into my ears and yanked me out of my reverie.
Before I could take a step, he stormed into the house, looking livid which made my heart cut.
"Welcome home, Alessandro," I croaked, and he scoffed before flinging a brown envelope at me.
Inhaling shakily, I picked up the envelope and gave him a confused look.
"What is this?"
"Divorce papers," He snarled. "Sign it before tomorrow ends and leave my house, you fucking leech!"
"It's because of Laura, isn't it?" I kept my gaze rooted to the floor, as tears rolled down my cheeks.
"I don't have time for your useless questions. Just sign the damn papers and leave!" He barked, before marching upstairs.
With tears rolling down my cheeks, I placed the envelope on the dining table, packed all the dishes I had prepared, and placed them in the refrigerator before cleaning the dining table.
Then, I headed upstairs to my bedroom with a myriad of thoughts assailing my mind.
I was truly done for.
Where would I go from here?
Begging him not to leave me would probably worsen his temper and cause him to throw me out of the house that night.
And I couldn't have that because I had nowhere else to go.
I had zero dollars in my bank account and less than $50 at hand, with a rickety phone.
After his first love showed up, Alessandro started sleeping in the guest room.
He had told me that my scent disgusted him and that seeing my face whenever he woke up was irritating.
Some weeks ago, he had been intoxicated and had shared my bed, for the first time in almost three years.
Alessandro had woken up angrier than I had ever seen him and had called me a useless leech.
As if it was so wrong to have sex with his wife.
After peeling off my clothes, I stepped into the bathroom to take a shower.
However, I was extremely shocked to see Alessandro sitting on the bed, with an eerie grin plastered to his lips, when I came out of the bathroom.
"Y-You are here," I stammered, fidgeting with the straps of my bathrobe.
"Why do you look so shocked to see me?" He scoffed. "Have you forgotten that we are married?"
Wait, what was happening?
Wasn't he the same person who hurled an envelope containing divorce papers at me?
Or was I hallucinating?
"I-I don't understand," I stuttered out, and he huffed.
"You don't have to," He spat. "Come and sit on my lap."
I couldn't believe my ears. "W-What?"
Had something happened?
Why was Alessandro acting so weird?
"Fuck this," He gritted out.
Before I could make out what he meant by that, he flung me on the bed.
"You are so hot, doll," He gruffed. "I have no idea how I managed to hold on for a fucking week." "So you find me attractive?" I half-moaned and half-asked. "Attractive is an understatement," Niccolo mumbled against my tit. "You are the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on." Pleasure tinged with elation simmered within me at his response, causing my panties to become more saturated with addictive lust. "I want to eat you out, doll," Niccolo uttered, as he removed his mouth from my breast. "Will you let me?" + When Talia Wilson's dormitory is suddenly gutted by fire, she is forced to stay with her father's hot, younger friend, Niccolo Gonzalez. There, she familiarizes herself with the walking sex dream of a man, who she has secretly loved since she saw him at her eighteenth birthday dinner, three years ago. Based on Niccolo's casual demeanor, Talia convinces herself that he doesn't feel the same way about her and nothing scandalous could ever happen between them. However, what she doesn't know is that beneath Niccolo's suave facade lies his intense sexual longing for her. What happens when alcohol mixes with their passionate desires for each other one night, causing them to surrender to their forbidden attraction toward each other? Will they forget about it or will they continue playing a wild game of lust?
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."