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She betrayed herself and gave herself over to the strange man who was both wealthy and unbeatable so that her sister may be cured. After one night of intense sexual activity, she grabbed the money and ran off. She believed that from this point on, she would have no further interactions with him. They ran into each other once again three years later. He was a titan in the business world. She served in a less important managerial role at the club. They had another chance encounter because of the hand of fate. They had different sparks this life.
Leanna's point of view
I raised my eyes to the magnificent nightclub. It was, without a doubt, the finest club in all of City Y, a veritable paradise for the well-to-do. Having just brought the cheapest T-shirt and pants, I felt really out of place.
The guard at the front desk has been frowning at me the whole time I've been here. I ducked my head in discomfort. Elma, the roommate next to me, pulled my arm and said, "Don't be nervous. Don't stare at them."
I can't help but feel a little anxious. I'm not just anxious; I'm also embarrassed. I can't afford this club. I want to make some deals while I'm here.
A bar occupies the ground floor of the clubhouse, while Elma informed me that the second floor houses a senior private room on par with the presidential suite. I know Elma has a sugar daddy, and she told me frankly. Perhaps it is because we have a common experience.
It's a noisy, chaotic, and generally unpleasant environment at the bar, with people dancing and chatting in every direction.
I really don't like this environment, but Elma seems to be used to it.
I got some juice, and she got some wine. Her gaze wandered when her glass was refilled. After a while, she patted me on the shoulder and said, "just sit here and don't go anywhere. I'll come to you later."
Grasping her wrist, I began to question her. "Why are you going?"
"I'll see if I can find out whether there's a good man for you."
"No, you can't be that reckless by yourself."
She smiled at me. "It's really a joke. When you get to the bar, you'll be in my place. You've never been to the bar,. Listen, before I come back, don't pay attention to any man who comes to seduce you. Remember?"
I was still somewhat anxious, and I kept my gaze fixed on her constantly.
Elma found a table with three men. She made some sort of remark to them before taking a seat next to them.
They raised a glass to each other and started talking.
Elma consumed three glasses of wine throughout their conversation, which lasted fifteen minutes.
Elma then stood up and went out into the hall.
I quickly put down the cup and followed.
Elma asked me, "Why did you come here?"
"I worry about you."
" Don't worry. Go back. I've had too much beer. I'll go to the bathroom. I'll tell you about my harvest later and wait for me for three minutes."
I took the juice back to the bar and guzzled it down.
I'm getting a headache from the music.
I glanced at the wall clock. The time was 7:33.
It was already 7:40 and Elma still hadn't emerged.
I was worried about her, so I got up again and walked to the bathroom.
I rounded the corner into the hallway just in time to hear Elma exclaim, "if you don't let go, I will deal with you."
I looked forward and saw a man in his thirties, who was shaking after drinking, holding Elma's wrist tightly.
"Tell me how much you want for the night since I have lots and lots of money."
A young woman in her twenties stood next to her. She looked extremely made up and wore a one-piece miniskirt in the manner of a bodice. She snapped at Elma, "Auntie, you are really elderly and our boss adores you, you should appreciate."
Elma scowled at her and said, "Are you sick?" "Get him away from me quickly, or you will see."
The girl remained completely still. The man was trying to take Elma into his arms when I stepped forward, elevated my foot, and kicked the elderly man in the stomach.
I used a lot of force.
The man threw himself on the floor and said, "which... it's a tiny beauty again."
He staggered to his feet, shuffled up to me, and brought up his hand as if to touch my face.
Taking Elma outside, I collapsed on the club's front steps and began to pant.
I apologize to Elma for making a mess and putting her in the middle of everything.
"It's all right. He's drunk and may not remember us." Elma said.
A phone rang suddenly. When I called, Elma answered the phone with a scowl and told me, "He's back. I'm going to see him now. Why don't you go back first? I'll bring you back some other day."
I told her, "You go first, and I will take the car back later," trying to calm myself down.
I know Elma is not easy. She and I are just roommates. I can't always drag her down.
Looking at her far back, I stood up, looked behind at the magnificent club and prepared to turn around and leave. The mobile phone rings at this time, it is the call from the hospital. I calmed myself down and hit the call button.
Almost in a daze, I pick up the phone and answer it. My sister will cease getting her medication if I don't pay the cost.
I know that the clubhouse behind me is my only chance, and also the only chance for my sister to survive.
I went back to the club with my fists clenched tight.
As I walked in, I noticed the man I'd kicked stomping angrily my way.
I shut my eyes, expecting to be smacked, but nothing happened. As I raised my eyes, I was met with a courageous visage.
He not only assisted me, but also took on the role of "sugar daddy" to me. It's the usual hero who comes to the rescue of the beautiful girl, but unlike the hero of the TV show, the one who rescues me only wants to find a good, fair partner in bed.
He never said to end this relationship.
We were sharing a bed and engaging in sexually intimate behavior, yet neither of us felt anything for the other.
Clothes were thrown on the floor of the presidential suite at the clubhouse.
He cornered me with my back and shoved me up against the wall. With one hand, he stroked my nipple and, with the other, he gradually slipped it into my vagina. When he moved, it was very softly. He twisted my head around, stuck his tongue inside, and jiggled around in there. His soft lips were a delight, and his lower body motions matched them well. After he was done, I felt as if a soft stick had been wrapped around my vagina, and my entire body had gone numb. He stroked my nipple aggressively and sped up the beat as if to melt me.
I let out a low sigh. There was an orgasmic outburst from him.
The bathroom was making that dripping noise again.
Feeling downcast, I stayed in bed and stared morosely at the door to the bathroom.
The door to the bathroom opened with a "crash," and a burly guy emerged, reeking of shower gel.
He picked up the garments that had fallen to the floor, proceeded to the mirror, and methodically clothed himself without ever looking in my direction.
I leaned down and said, "Sir..." as I stared at the man's broad, powerful back.
He said softly, "Hmm," without looking back.
My sister's medical procedure cost was enough to make me decide that the next time I won't do it.
His small lips curved down as his tie hand halted momentarily.
A crisp and emotionless "ok" came from his mouth.
He reached over and buttoned up the suit jacket "Take the medicine."
Involuntarily, I glanced over to the bedside table where the contraceptives had been set up for me.
I'm used to this arrangement.
Every time after I will take the medicine obediently. I never need him to remind me, and he rarely mentions it deliberately.
It shocked me that after I said farewell to him today, he immediately started talking about it.
On second thinking, though, I felt a sense of relief.
Probably because he thinks we won't cross paths again and because he's afraid I'll have a baby with him without telling anybody. Come to him again in the future.
After all, there is no one who does not want to have a relationship with him, even if it is a little bit.
I looked up and wanted to tell him that I would take medicine obediently. I didn't need him to worry, but I found that he had left the bedroom and disappeared in my sight.
She finally was forced to death by Winson,the man she loved most,When he found the truth, she was gone forever, Rebirth, she gave up this man, trashed the woman who made her lost her child, but that scum chased her even all his life
Ella White, 20, came from a tomb robbing family. Once she found a beautiful zombie in a tomb , but never expected that it became live again. Ella White really doesn't want to be killed by an ice corpse, even if he was handsome before he died!
In a previous life, Anna was taken home by her own father, whom she had never met before. Unexpectedly, it was a long planned murder. She was forced to be pregnant and tortured to death. Once reborn, back to a year ago, everything was stuck in a critical moment. This time, it was their turn to live rather than die!
In the blink of an eye, I can cause your body to climax with my fingers. I know it's time to change things up when the media begins slamming my bad boy lifestyle. Arcadia is the woman I turn to when I need help. For the sake of avoiding negative coverage, she'll pose as engaged to me. We must exercise caution and avoid being discovered. It's difficult, though, since she's simply so incredibly beautiful. The only thing I can think to do with her is to fuck her hard. She is my "fake fiancée," yet my mistress.
I've been planning our rendezvous for a long time. I merely want to borrow money, but I didn't expect the shackles between us to become increasingly tight. I had no choice but to look for a father for my child, but I didn't expect to find one for myself. Before the meal "You won't be able to eat until you wash your hands." "I won't" "Pay attention! " "That's OK. " I would not have agreed to his proposal if I had known he was such a tyrant!
She was pregnant with a stranger's kid after selling herself to him, but was obliged to marry another stranger. She first felt this was only an expedient marriage; yet, she eventually acquired profound affection for him throughout their married life. When she was ready to give birth, he gave her a divorce agreement. Only then did she know that she loved him sincerely. Later, he came back to her and urged her, “ Please come back to me. I've fallen for you long time ago.”
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
"It's getting hot in here, don't you think?" I shudder as my clit becomes wet with his smooth voice. I melt away in his arms. He kisses me with a passion I've never felt before, and I moan into his mouth, lost in the moment until I sense him kicking open a door. I realize we're in a room. He continues the kiss as I wrap my leg around him, pulling him closer, his erection pressing into me. I feel my panties dripping wet from arousal. He releases me, resting his back on the headboard, and grabs my thigh, pulling me closer. His hand goes to my hair, releasing it to let my curls fall freely. He guides his fingers from my scalp to the ends of the curls, muttering in a husky voice, "Fucking beautiful. ****** Jasmine found herself trapped in a loveless marriage. Her world shattered when she uncovered her husband's betrayal on his birthday. Heartbroken and betrayed, she made the difficult decision to leave him and start anew in Illinois, with her friend Ava by her side. As Jasmine tried to go through her new life, a one-night stand left her pregnant, uncertain about the father's identity. But complications arose as Maxwell, Jasmine's ex-husband, refused to let go. Jasmine discovered shocking truths about Ava's betrayal. As secrets unraveled and loyalties were tested, Would she find the strength to overcome the obstacles in her way? Could she trust her heart, or would the shadows of the past forever haunt her?
In Lothlann Continent, talent in martial arts won cultivators respect. Darren Chu, a mediocre talent in martial arts, was deemed a loser by everyone. His status changed when a fireball fell from the sky and hit him on the head. He cheated death. Empowered with the ability to assimilate other creatures' talent, Darren sought to better himself and seek vengeance against those who had wronged his family, including his little sister. "You will kneel in front of me one day," swore the future lord of martial arts.
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."
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?