A mother and son begin an affair. Will their love win at all cost or will society ruin their relationship.
Olivia stood before the full-length mirror in her luxurious bedroom, adjusting the delicate lace of her nightgown. The grand mansion she now called home was a far cry from the modest apartment she had once lived in. Marrying Richard had changed her life in many ways-financial security, social status, and a life of comfort. But as she stared at her reflection, she couldn't ignore the emptiness that lingered in her heart.
Her husband, Richard Davenport, was a successful businessman, always away on trips, attending meetings, and securing deals. He was kind and generous but distant. Their marriage, while built on mutual understanding and convenience, lacked passion.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway broke her thoughts. She stepped onto the balcony and watched as Daniel, her 22-year-old stepson, got out of his sleek black car. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a confident stride. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his sharp jawline gave him an air of mystery.
Olivia had met Daniel on her wedding day. He had been polite but reserved, offering a curt congratulations before disappearing into the crowd. Over the months, she had tried to form a bond with him, but he remained distant, treating her with cold civility.
That night, at dinner, they sat across from each other at the grand dining table. Richard was on a business trip, as usual, leaving Olivia and Daniel alone. The air was thick with unspoken words.
"You don't have to pretend with me, you know," Daniel said, his voice smooth but edged with something unreadable.
Olivia looked up from her plate. "Pretend?"
He smirked. "The whole 'trying to be my stepmother' act. We both know you're not here for that."
A flicker of irritation rose in her. "I married your father because I care about him."
Daniel leaned back in his chair, studying her. "Maybe. But you're young, beautiful, and full of life. My father... he's not exactly the type to keep a woman like you satisfied."
Her breath hitched. His words were bold, almost inappropriate. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay composed. "That's none of your concern."
He chuckled, a low, knowing sound. "Of course not."
The conversation ended, but Olivia couldn't shake the way Daniel's gaze lingered on her. That night, as she lay in bed, her mind kept drifting back to him. His voice, his smirk, the way his presence seemed to fill every empty space in the mansion.
She told herself it was nothing. Just harmless thoughts.
But deep down, she knew she was lying to herself.
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An African story about love,betrayal,and trust. Will Daniel and Amara love win at all Cost.
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
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."