"Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?" He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I'm not allowed to speak. "That you said 'yes' to marrying me." He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. "Therefore, I'll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day." He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa. "Stay still if you don't want me to make your night worse," he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. "Happy anniversary, my fuck toy." He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp. *** Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival. Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship? *** "Fine. I'm leaving and never show you my face." He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. "Because I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and I'm ready to take any path which leads me to you both."
Daisy's P.O.V.
As the door to my room bursts open and I shift my gaze towards it, my eyes widen in horror upon seeing Luke, my husband, entering with a woman clad in a sexy outfit.
"Luke, who is this woman?" I ask, my heart thumping inside my chest.
He gives me a sinister smile, scaring me more. "This woman is my new toy because I'm bored with you, Daisy."
"Luke...." I stammer, tears welling up in my eyes. He can't do this. The only thing which was giving me strength was that he was mine, my husband. He can't just throw me away like this.
The woman beside Luke giggles, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. "Hi, sweetie," she purrs, sending a chill down my spine. "I'm Luke's new playmate. He said you wouldn't mind sharing."
I feel like the floor has slipped out from beneath me. Is this some sick joke? I'm his wife.
My hands tremble as I clutch the edge of the window for support. "Luke, I'm your wife."
"You were never my wife, Daisy," he sneers, and the woman standing beside him smirks at my condition. "You were just a worthless piece of trash that I'm throwing away."
A sob escapes my mouth. He called me a piece of trash many times before, but today his words rip my soul out of me. Because for the first time, he insults me in front of another person.
Luke wraps his arm around the woman's waist. "Now, leave my room. I have better things to do."
Tears stream down my cheeks as I stare at him, my vision blurred with grief and anger. How could he be so cruel, so heartless?
I won't let him hurt me any longer. I won't stay with him any longer. His presence already starts to suffocate me. I can't believe, for this cruel and shameless man, I was enduring the pain every day.
I rush out of the room without looking behind me. I directly come to the dining table where the divorce papers lay. With trembling hands, I pick up a pen and sign my name on the dotted line. I take out the ring from my finger and place it on the divorce papers.
It's finished.
I lost. He won.
Five Years Later
(It's been five years since I looked beyond Luke. It was quite hard to even breathe in the beginning because my days used to begin thinking about him and end up doing the same. I made my life hell because of him. How did I run behind a person who didn't even care for me? I was an idiot.
The Luke I loved was someone else who died when he passed the school. The Luke I married was a heartless person. I still cherished the moments I spent with Luke in my school times.
Now one thing that matters to me in my life is my little daughter. She is my entire world.
After a few weeks of my divorce, I shifted from Miami to Manhattan because I applied for a job as a content writer there and I wanted to go away from Luke. When I shifted to Manhattan, after a few weeks, I got to know that I was pregnant. Before this news, I was surviving my days, but after this, I got hope to live again. Therefore, I kept my daughter's name 'Hope'.
Hope taught me the true meaning of life. No matter how dark the night may seem, there is always a glimmer of light waiting to guide us forward. She is the sole reason for my existence today. She brings immense joy to my life, and having her by my side makes me feel complete. Raising her on my own wasn't easy, but it was worth every sacrifice.
There are moments when she sees her friends with their fathers and asks me about her own dad. She insists, "I want a daddy too," but sadly, her father is unaware of her existence. It saddens me deeply to see her longing for a father's love. I do my best to provide her with both a mother's and a father's love, but I struggle with how to answer her questions about her dad.
However, I can't fall weak. I have to handle her, and with time, she will understand that I'm enough for her.)
I sit at my desk, sharing my thoughts in my diary. It is something which will never change.
"Mommy." Hope's voice brings me back to the present, and a smile graces my lips as I hear her soft tone.
As I turn towards her, I find her sitting on the bed, rubbing her eyes while clutching her beloved rabbit toy, affectionately named "Rabbi."
I approach my little princess and settle down beside her. "Good morning, my baby," I murmur, embracing her and planting a gentle kiss on her head. She continues to rub her eyes, still halfway lost in her sleepy state.
"Goody morning, Mommy," she greets me with her endearing, drowsy voice, instantly warming my heart.
She settles into my lap, resting her head against my chest. "Today, I saw my Daddy in my dleam (dream). He said he's coming to me super soon." My heart sinks as I listen to her words.
She is only 4 years old, and I don't know how to explain to her that her daddy may never come because he doesn't know about her existence. And also, I don't want him to ever find out that he has a daughter. What if he tries to snatch her from me? I'll never let that happen. Only the mere thought of losing Hope makes me shiver.
I place my hand on her face. "Hopi, Daddy won't be able to come to us because he lives far away," I explain, my voice tinged with sadness.
"No, Mommy. He promised me he would come," she insists, her eyes reflecting a deep sadness.
Hope is like a blend of me and Luke. Her stunning blue eyes reflect Luke's while her gorgeous long blonde hair resembles me. Every time I gaze into her eyes, memories of my ex-husband flood back, making it even more challenging.
I can't bear to see her so upset. I know I need to divert her attention.
"You know, Hopi," I say, stroking her hair. "Mommy has planned something special for her princess today."
Her eyes light up with curiosity, and she tilts her head slightly, eager to hear more. "Tell me, Mommy," she requests, her voice laced with a hint of anticipation, and she forgets about her daddy for a few seconds.
Thank God!
I sigh with relief.
I gently tuck her hair behind her ears, telling her, "We'll do your favourite work today."
Her face lights up with a flicker of excitement as she asks, "Painting?" She hugs her favourite toy tightly and beams up at me.
"Yes, painting, sweetheart," I confirm, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. She's so adorable, I can kiss her face all the time.
"Let's do it." Hope claps her hands and bounces on the bed with excitement, causing me to chuckle.
I remind her, "But first, it's time to brush your teeth and have breakfast with Mommy, Hopi."
"Okay, Mommy," she agrees, nodding her head and pecking my cheek.
I envelop her in my warm arms and kiss her forehead before getting up and leading her to the bathroom, carrying her on my back. After settling her on the counter, I apply toothpaste to her brush and hand it to her.
As she brushes her teeth, swinging her legs playfully, I admire her. Her wavy hair is open, and she is decked up in her blue nightgown. She is so beautiful and precious to me.
Once she finishes brushing, she rinses her mouth, and I lovingly wipe her face with a towel.
"Mommy, are my teeth really clean?" She asks, giving me a toothy grin and pointing her finger at her teeth.
"Yes, super clean." I give her a thumbs-up, pulling her cheek and eliciting a giggle from her.
***
Hope sits on the floor, absorbed in her painting. She's got a bunch of paint colours and a tray all around her. Meanwhile, I'm sitting on the bed, admiring her. Although she is creating more mess than doing actual painting, she looks incredibly adorable with colour on her face, on her clothes and hands.
Hope and I live in a small apartment for rent. I had to leave my job when Hope was born because she needed me. It was quite hard to pay rent and take care of Hope alone when I left my job, but Ella, the friend I made during my job, helped me a lot. Now, for three years, I have been working as a freelance content writer online and earning pretty well. But I know I need more money because Hope is growing up, her expenses are increasing, and I want to provide her with the best possible life. So, I have been thinking about the idea of finding a stable job with a steady income.
As Hope giggles and splashes paint on the paper, I can't resist capturing some pictures of her. She playfully poses for the camera, pouting and winking at me.
That's my girl, always ready to shine.
She has the magical power to take away all the stress of my life. No matter how my mood is, seeing her face, a smile spreads across my face and I forget about everything. She is like a star in my life.
Her open hair keeps falling onto her face, causing a bit of frustration. I watch her pout as she repeatedly pushes it away. She doesn't let me tie her hair because she likes to keep them open always. She is so stubborn sometimes, but I'm her mother. I'm more stubborn than her.
I stand up, retrieve a rubber band from the drawer, and kneel behind her.
As I run my hand to tuck her hair, she stops me, "Mommy, don't make a pony. I love my hair open, you know that."
"But your hair keeps disturbing you while you paint, princess," I explain while gently tying her hair into a ponytail. "After we finish painting, I'll let you open your hair again. Okay?"
"Okay, Mommy." As she replies, moving her head, her ponytail bounces with her words, and I plant a loving kiss on her head.
I tidy up the surrounding mess, and she calls out in excitement. "Mommy, look." She shows me her drawing of two flowers-one in pink and the other in red.
"It's amazing, baby!" I praise her, and she grins, revealing her milky teeth.
"Thank you, Mommy!" She exclaims, jumping onto my lap and hugging me tightly. She cups my face with her tiny hands and plants a sweet kiss on my lips.
Her hands are covered in paint, and as she holds my face, she accidentally smears some on me. But I don't care. Instead, I shower her cheeks with kisses.
***
Hope's P.O.V.
I sit in the back seat of the cab with Mommy, my small legs dangling above the floor. The car ride to school always makes me feel upset because I don't want to leave her behind when we reach the school. I wish I could stay with her all day long, playing and cuddling.
Why do kids have to go to school?
"Sweetheart, it's just a few hours," Mommy explains, holding my hand, and I pout at her, feeling like crying.
"Hopi misses you so much in school." I squeeze her hand tightly, not wanting to let go. I want to be with her every minute of the day.
"Mommy misses you too, princess." She whispers, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.
"Then why do I have to go to school every day?" I frown at her.
"To learn new things, make friends, and have lots of fun," she explains to me, caressing my hair before hugging me.
The car stops at the school, making me more upset. I look at Mommy with pleading eyes, hoping she will change her mind and take me back home.
"Don't be upset, Hopi." She says, setting my hair and giving me a reassuring smile. "It's just about a few hours. I'm sure you'll enjoy it like always."
"I enjoy with you more, Mommy."
"I know, princess," she replies with a tender smile. "But you'll have so much fun with your friends and teachers."
She comes out of the car, carrying me and my backpack. I am going to miss her warm arms for a few hours.
As we reach in front of my classroom, she puts me down and crouches down to my level. "Mommy will be waiting for you after school. Enjoy the day to the fullest." She cups my face and kisses my forehead before hanging the bag on my shoulders.
"I love you, Mommy." I embrace her, wrapping my tiny hands around her neck.
"Mommy loves you more." She holds me tighter in her arms.
As we pull apart, she stands up and waves at me with a broad smile on her face. "I'll see you after school."
"Ta-ta." I wave at her and give her a flying kiss, and her smile broadens.
She gestures to me through her eyes to go inside the classroom. I look at her for the last time with longing eyes and turn to walk inside.
Inside the classroom, I see other kids, some of them crying and clinging to their parents. I see the teacher, Miss Emily, with a warm smile on her face. She kneels and greets me.
***
I missed mommy the entire day in school, and when the last bell rings, I smile to the fullest. "Finally, I'll be with Mommy," I squeal and clap with joy at the thought of seeing her.
Carrying my backpack over my shoulders, I reach the gate of the school with my teacher and other students from my class.
My eyes scan the crowd, searching for the familiar figure of Mommy, but I can't spot her.
"She is late today," I murmur, pouting sadly.
Suddenly, my eyes fall on the ice-cream van, and my mouth waters in anticipation of eating it. I walk towards it without looking around, licking my lower lip. But just as I'm about to reach there, a strange man pushes me aside, startling me.
He was rude, arrogant, aggressive, ruthless and dominating Mafia Boss, a frightening man. The whole world was under his feet. Nobody had ever dared to disobey him except one girl. Everybody was afraid of him but except one girl, that girl was badass, she was afraid of nothing in the world, she was a warrior, confident, fearless and brave businesswomen. She was the first girl who wasn't afraid of the Mafia boss; she had the audacity to challenge him, refuse his orders, argue with him, and flirt with him. In the beginning, he was annoyed that why she wasn't afraid of him and disobeying him. He tried everything to scare her, but she always shocked him with her braveness and boldness. He was finding her weaknesses and in the end, he himself became her first and only weaknesses, and she became his badass girl. A girl who was a pain in the ass of the mafia boss, how she became his badass girl? How he became ready to leave everything to protect her and to spend the rest of his life with her peacefully and how that girl changed the Mafia boss? If you want to know, then read the story of an arrogant Mafia boss and his badass girl. *** His hands explored every inch of her bare back, stirring desire and sending shivers down her spine. She pressed herself against his body, completely absorbed in the moment, forgetting about the whole world. She was melting with his touch. She whispered in the heat of the moment, "if this is the consequences of disobeying your order, then I'd break the rules over and over again." His lips curved into a smile against her lips. This time he cupped her face and kissed her very softly and chastely. "I like you and I want to make you my badass girl." She froze in place, her eyes dilated in shock. She couldn't believe that he had just confessed his love so lovingly. She was dazed, finding it hard to believe that the ruthless mafia boss stood before her. ***
He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? * āStand up and bend over the bench.ā I comply with his orders. āAre you yearning for me, Wifey?ā āYes. I want to feel you deep inside me.ā āBut do you deserve it?ā He taps his hardness on my wetness. āJust f**k me, Steve.ā āSeriously, you think Iāll listen to you after what you did today?ā He asks, rubbing my clit with his thumbs agonisingly slow. As I grind myself against his hand, he tugs at my hair, pulling my head back. āStay still if you donāt want me to spank your little pussy this time. Understand?ā āYes.ā āGood.ā He pulls my hair and jabs deep into me without a warning. āYouāre my wife.ā He pulls out, but his tip remains inside me before thrusting himself into me again. āYou belong to meā
Warning: Dark and BDSM theme story which involves highly adult content in the beginning. A naive maid who worked for two domineering billionaire brothers was attempting to hide from them because she had heard that if their lustful eyes fell on any woman, they made her their slave and owned her mind, body, and soul. What if she one day came across them? Who would hire her to serve as his personal maid? Who would control her body? Whose heart would she rule? Who would she fall in love with? Who would she despise? *** āPlease donāt punish me. Iāll be on time next time. It is just that-ā āIf next time you speak without my permission, Iāll shut you up with my shaft.ā My eyes enlarge, listening to his words. *** āYou belong to me, Kitten.ā He pounds into me hard and fast, going deeper into me with his every thrust. āIā¦ beā¦long.. to you, Masterā¦ā Iām just moaning insanely, clenching my hands behind my back.
When he looked in through the window, he was astounded to see her topless and braless. She was standing with her back to him, eliciting wild desires in him. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room. He blindfolded her with his hankie before dragging her towards the bed. Her heartbeat accelerated. She could feel that he was her man. She asked, "is it you, baby?" He pushed her onto the bed and gazed at her perfect slender body with profound desires in his eyes. He hovered her and tied her wrists with his tie to the headboard. *** She could never stop her heart from beating for him since the day she saw him despite knowing that he would never retaliate to her feelings as for him she was only his best friend's sister. She was so innocent and pure like holy water, and he was messed up and a monster whom anybody definitely wouldn't like to come across. She had never dated anyone in her entire life because, for her, the love of her life was everything. On the other hand, he never believed in all this. For him, "love" didn't exist; it was all about physical needs. His mere presence was enough to relieve her pain; he was like oxygen to her, while on the other hand, he didn't even acknowledge her presence. Her love was so pure and selfless that it could make anyone fall for it because it's not easy to love someone who is forbidden. But will he ever witness her love? Will he ever love her as purely as she loves him? Will her one-sided love ever be fulfilled? If you want to know, then follow the journey of a tempting biker and his secret admirer.
He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. What will be the spark between them? Will it end with Dom dropping the whip or the bird getting into the cage? To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly. *** "I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your ass." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly. "Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs. What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.
Story Of a Mysterious Professor, a girl full of life and Mr. Stranger. ***** He is not just kissing me, I'm feeling like he's telling me how much he loves me through his soft and gentle kiss. His hands travelled down my spine and grasped my waist. He pulled me closer until no space left between us. Our chest rubbed against each other, arousing our desire. I can hear his heartbeat against my chest. He's taking my breath away from me and giving his breath to me. He's stealing my soul with my breath. **** He gave me a grin as they all student left, I averted my eyes to show him my fake anger. He strolled to the door and shut it close. "Sir, what are you doing?" I asked dramatically as he locked the door. He turned around, his lips drawn up into a naughty smile. "I need to spend some private time with my student." He's sauntering to me, gazing at me, having desires in his bewitching black eyes. My heart started racing, only with the thoughts of what he'll do to me. I'm excited to spend some time with my Hottie Professor in the classroom. This is making me excited. I'm looking at him in anticipation. "But your favourite student is still angry with you." I turned my face on the other side as he reached in front of me. "Then her professor has his own to pacify his favourite student." He cooed, holding my chin with his thumb and finger. As he turned my face to him, I pouted angrily. "Oh, really? So what are those ways ?" I sassed, removing his hand from my chin. As he abruptly grasped my bare waist, I shivered because of his touch. He lifted me from the floor and made me sit on the desk. We gazed into each other eyes passionately in utter silence, the only sound we could hear is our heartbeats. He started coming close to my lips, gazing into my eyes fondly. His warm breath caressing my face. Warning : This story will be hot and romantic.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Sophia Drake braced herself for the worst when she was forced to move across the country in the middle of her junior year. Desperate to escape her shattered home as soon as she turns eighteen, her plans are disrupted by the enigmatic and captivating Ashford twins. Sophia can't fathom the intense attraction she feels for the twins and tries to avoid them at every turn. As she's thrust into an unfamiliar world, her past demons resurface, making her question her true identity. Will Sophia flee from her past's secrets, or will she embrace her destiny and take control of her future?
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Compelled by her dad's dilemma and the looming fate of their business, Irene agreed to become Braydon's lover. To outsiders, Braydon seemed invulnerable, yet only Irene was privy to the tempestuous passions he unleashed behind closed doors. Gradually, Irene found herself tangled in the intricate emotional snare Braydon had woven, her heart craving more, only to be shattered by the revelation of his engagement. Devastated, she left and soon encountered Braydon's archrival. It was then that the formidable Braydon confronted the esteemed surgeon Dr. Mitchell, all in a fierce struggle over Irene.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
" Don't say anymore word than you already have, don't..." I stuck a finger out at him, sauntering away on my heels when a hand wrapped itself around my arm. Breathlessly he whispered, "You know that I do love you and...fine, what exactly was I supposed to do?" "Protect me and stand up for me. That is what you do for someone who you claim you love!" ************ Out to spite her ex-boyfriend after he had broken up with her on her birthday, Daphne slept with a stranger who turned out to be his uncle while trying to rebuff his words that she was unwanted by others. Was she ready for the wild chase that followed when he found out years later that she had been pregnant with his heirs and that she had been hiding the truth all this while? Faced with the ruthless CEO, known as the beast, who wasn't ready to back down, Daphne does everything possible to make sure her kids wouldn't be taken from her, but what happens when love gets in the mix of it all? Would she be able to conquer these weird feelings and give in her all amidst her scars? And with how deadly he turned out to be? And faced with her ex who still wants her back, what choice is she going to make?