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"What do you think you're doing, Xander?!" Hardin shouted. "Get your filthy hands off my wife." He charged at us, slapping Xander's hands off my waist. Xander chuckled dryly. "What the hell do you mean, your wife? You seem to be a hella drunk baby, brother. She's mine!" ******* The only man she has ever had eyes for wasn't who she thought he was. The beauty she found was indeed a beast. He ripped her heart apart by cheating with her own sister on their wedding day. Her parents abandoned her and made her sister get married to her fiance for selfish reasons. She decided to have sex with his brother, a billionaire, all for revenge. He makes her a deal; carry my baby and I'll help you get your revenge. Will it all be worth it or will she be faced with even more trouble when Xander Rivera returns?
Bella
I looked into her eyes, and they were desperate and filled with lust. His shiny blue eyes glowed in the dark from the little bit of light that peeped into the completely dark room through the window blinds.
It was obvious that she knew her way around his body from the way she moved her hands around his muscular chest and arms. I saw his hardness throb from underneath his suit trousers. He wanted her, and he wanted her badly.
"You're so beautiful, Beth. You're the only woman I've ever wanted," he whispered, but loud enough for me to make out the words.
"Then why aren't you getting married to me instead?" She asked shamelessly.
There was no atom of regret or remorse in them as he tore the zipper of her black bridesmaid dress.
When she showed up in a black dress instead of the blue color we agreed on, I should have known that she was up to no good.
Wait! He was never this big with me. He's huge! I always thought I could never get everything I ever wanted in a man, physically and in every other area. I always thought the things he didn't have in cock size he made up for in character.
He was kind, caring, and thoughtful. That was all I ever wanted. He was never really after the sex, or so I thought.
She turned him on in a way I had never seen.
I could feel their warmth from where I was hiding in the closet as they went completely naked.
"I met her first, but I don't love her. She disgusts me!"
The tears that were already blurring my vision rolled effortlessly as soon as I saw him latch on her nipples, flicking them gently with his tongue, and she let out a satisfied moan.
"Just shut up and make love to me!"
He pressed his body against hers, where he pinned her to the wall and closed her mouth in a long, passionate kiss.
I picked up my phone with shaky hands and started to take pictures of them. They'll never be able to deny it.
If they were doing this without regret, they must be ready to face the consequences.
My mascara ran down with my tears and stained my white ball gown. This was my dream dress, my dream man, and my dream wedding, all messed up!
People say you can never find a good man, and I set out to prove them wrong.
Here's my proof, with his tongue darting in and out of my sister's mouth!
"I know I used to be a playboy, but you changed me, Bella," he said on our second date. My darling changed husband is right here, pushing his fingers into my sister's clitoral area.
I tried to get them from different angles, but the little hole the closet provided me with didn't give me enough room.
At least their miserable faces were showing clearly in the few I had gotten.
I felt fresh hatred grow as she screamed his name with every touch.
"Har-din"
She couldn't even say it without moans interrupting her words.
They didn't seem to be in a hurry to return to the wedding venue as they slowly worked each other's bodies with their fingers and tongues.
She was ready to have him inside of her, but Hardin, as far as I know, didn't like to rush his food. He loved to savor every moment-every lick, every touch, every suck-and here he was, doing it with another woman, even better.
I was stuck in the closet, and I couldn't breathe. The air was uncomfortable, and I was tired of the scene playing out in front of me.
I didn't even know what hurt more-the way he desired her or the fact that it was my own sister.
"Should I come out and stop this?" I thought to myself as I watched.
"What if they kill me? They obviously don't need me around."
I clenched my fist tightly, shut my eyes tightly, and let out my screams in my head.
I bit my lower lip painfully as I remembered the times when I caught them throwing flirty stares at each other, and I thought I was only being paranoid.
I had teased them about liking each other once, and we all had a good laugh.
I shared how good Hardin was in bed with Beth. Maybe it was because he was the only one I had ever had sex with, so whatever he did satisfied me.
It was never like this. He was never this energetic or excited about me.
The slapping sounds their bodies produced as he thrust into her made me want to rip my ears out and made my stomach churn.
"Why are they doing this? Why did Hardin agree to marry me if he loved her instead? This is my own sister, for fuck's sake!"
"Oh fuck!" I heard Beth scream, and her voice has never been this disgusting.
I wanted to break things. I wanted to rip them apart. I was trembling.
It came to a sudden stop.
All I could hear was slow breaths, followed by total silence.
I opened my eyes and peered out of the closet again. They weren't there anymore. I pinched myself to be sure it wasn't all a dream.
I realized it wasn't as soon as I picked up my phone and unlocked it. My gallery of pictures of the scene welcomed me.
I heard clapping sounds and a voice shouting that the groom had arrived. They'll definitely be looking for the bride.
I stood up and walked out of the room with my legs wobbling.
I went straight into my dad's office and printed out the pictures.
Luckily, the stack of printed wedding programs and events was still in there. I put copies of the pictures in each of them and went back to my room to redo my makeup and get ready to meet my waiting groom.
As soon as I finished, my sister walked in.
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
"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.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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.”
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!