Abandoned by Husband and Son

After years of selfless devotion to her family, a woman finds herself cruelly discarded by her husband and her own son. They treat her sacrifices with cold indifference, leaving her heart shattered and her life in ruins. Now standing at a painful crossroads, she must navigate the wreckage of her past and find the strength to forge a new path. It is a poignant journey of betrayal, self-discovery, and the difficult search for a future worth living.

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Fletcher and Walker both suffer from a hereditary stomach condition, and it took me ages to find a good remedy using herbal medicine. But ever since Louisa said, "How can herbal medicine compare to modern medicine?" Fletcher took it to heart. More than once, he dumped the herbal remedy I painstakingly prepared and urged me to heed Louisa's advice.

Walker mirrored his behavior, gradually rejecting both me and the remedies, just like Fletcher. Today is Walker's birthday, and Fletcher's repeated insults have worn me down. My lips turned pale as I was about to speak, but then Walker lunged at me unexpectedly.

I was caught off guard, and Walker's sharp teeth nearly pierced the flesh of my hand. This was the first time I'd ever been angry with him in his five years. "Walker, let go!" I shouted.

But he wouldn't listen, biting even harder, his eyes filled with a bitterness that seemed bent on destroying me. I closed my eyes, my long lashes trembling intensely, and my heart sank into a calm and cold despair. When Walker finally released his grip, he didn't miss the chance to glare at me with disdain.

"Aurelia, look at yourself—you’re plain and ugly, nothing like Aunt Louisa."

"Walker is just a child; his bites won't really hurt. Handle it yourself," Fletcher chimed in almost at the same time as Walker.

Neither father nor son said anything I wanted to hear. I blinked away the urge to cry and turned to find the first-aid kit. Fletcher slammed the bedroom door shut with a loud "bang" behind him.

As I disinfected the wound on my hand, I didn't pay attention to the pressure, and it hurt so much that tears sprang to my eyes. I remembered the first year Fletcher and I were dating when I accidentally cut my hand while chopping vegetables. It was just a small cut, but he went pale with worry.

That was a wintry evening when Fletcher took me to the hospital for stitches. The staff couldn't help but chuckle at Fletcher for being such a young and anxious boyfriend. Fletcher felt embarrassed, saying he lost his wits because he cared too much about me.

When I found out I was pregnant, Fletcher was thrilled and promised he would always take care of me and our child. After a severe hemorrhage during Walker’s birth almost ended my life, Fletcher had a vasectomy the next day. He used to love me deeply until Louisa came into our lives.

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I was sitting in the obstetrics clinic, rubbing my four-month bump, when a livestream popped up on my phone. It was my husband, Xander, exchanging vows with my illegitimate half-sister, Rissa. The caption read: "The Commission never ratified your marriage. You're just the incubator." My husband and my father had sworn they were at a critical mafia sit-down. But there they were on the screen, laughing. I called Xander. He answered, thinking he was slick, but he forgot to mute the room. "Two more years of acting like a saint," I heard him sneer to his men. "Fucking her is a chore. But she's worth fifty million in clean assets." My marriage was void. My child was considered a bastard by the Mafia code. When I confronted them later at the gala, Rissa threw herself to the ground, screaming that I attacked her. Xander shoved me. Hard. I hit the table, and as blood trickled down my legs, he didn't even look at me. He scooped Rissa up and stepped over my bleeding body like I was trash. They froze my accounts. They hunted me down to a cheap motel, planning to kill me once I signed over the trust fund. I was cornered by a mob in a dirty clinic, waiting for the final blow. But it never came. A hand caught the metal chair mid-air. Killian Qiro, the most dangerous man in Chicago, stood over me. "Who dares?" he growled, his eyes dark with lethal promise. "Who dares call a Qiro child a bastard?" He picked me up from the dirt. "Xander is a dead man walking," he whispered against my hair. "He just doesn't know it yet."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.9

Bound By The Legacy Pact: My Protector

7.9

The crystal chandeliers of the Plaza Hotel screamed money, framing the wedding of Chelsea Grimes and Julian Davidson as the ultimate corporate merger. But as the officiant prepared to unite two of the city's most powerful dynasties, the heavy double doors didn't just open-they exploded inward. Gideon Combs stood in the wreckage, a man in a frayed trench coat and grime-caked boots, looking like a stain on a pristine canvas. He wasn't there to object; he was there to enforce a "Legacy Pact," coldly informing the bride that her debt to a dead man hadn't been fulfilled and she didn't get to walk away. In seconds, the ballroom turned into a butchery as Gideon dismantled elite bodyguards with nothing but a broken wine bottle, eventually sending the groom flying into a tower of shattering champagne glass. When the military arrived, the room expected a firing squad, but instead, a four-star General snapped a sharp salute to the "vagrant," calling him a national asset. My family, the Singletons, saw this as a threat rather than a salvation; when I chose to stand by Gideon, my own grandmother stripped me of my keys, my cards, and my inheritance, casting me out into the pouring rain. I couldn't wrap my head around why the world's most powerful men trembled at the mention of Gideon's mentor, or what secret was etched into the black iron ring on his finger. I had traded my billionaire lifestyle for a man who looked like a drifter but fought like a god, and I had no idea if he was my protector or my ultimate ruin. As we stood on the sidewalk with nothing but twelve dollars and the clothes on our backs, Gideon's phone buzzed with a half-million-dollar bounty already active on the dark web. He didn't flinch; he just looked at the shadows closing in and whispered. "Game on."

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

DIRTY DADDIES: AN 18+ EROTIC COLLECTION

8.0

That's it, baby girl. Take Daddy's cock like the good little slut you are." My boyfriend's father had me bent over his desk, hand wrapped around my throat, splitting me open with his thick cock while my boyfriend was on the line. * * * Forget what you know about love stories. This is a fucking raw, no-filter plunge into the depraved fantasies you only jerk off to when you're home alone. This collection is your VIP pass to the kind of filth that leaves you shaking-where powerful bosses bend you over their desks' and depraved strangers use your holes in dirty alleyways before vanishing into the night. We're talking about the kind of raw, pulse-pounding taboo that gets you off: forbidden age gaps, rough, messy gangbangs, public throat-fucking that steals your voice, and first times that leave you gaping, dripping, and ruined for anyone else. Consider this your final warning. This is explicit, vulgar, and engineered to soak your panties. If you can't handle stories drenched in choking, rough anal, non-con/dub-con kinks, and filthy-mouthed sluts who beg to be used like the cum-dumpsters they are, close this book now. But if you're ready to get utterly wrecked-if you're craving that full-body, mind-melting, vibrator-on-high kind of climax that leaves you a boneless, dripping mess... Your next orgasm is waiting. Turn the page. We promise you'll be a good girl for us.

Modern Romance

9.1

Ex-Wife Wins the Battle

9.1

After three years of a cold, neglected marriage to billionaire Eric Ferguson, Nicole Stanton finally chooses herself. She grants him the divorce he wants, leaving behind her role as a submissive wife to reclaim her true identity as a wealthy heiress. No longer the pushover Eric ignored, Nicole returns to the elite social scene with power and grace. As she thrives independently, a stunned Eric begins to regret his past mistakes and tries to win her back.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.9

Give Up Loving Him and Start Over

7.9

After three years of a cold, unrequited marriage, Su Qing finally chooses herself. She leaves Lu Heting, the billionaire husband who never loved her, and decides to reclaim her lost dignity. Once a submissive wife, she transforms into a powerful woman, shocking those who doubted her. As she finds success and new admirers, Lu Heting realizes his mistake. Now, he must chase the woman he discarded, but Su Qing has already learned to thrive alone.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.5

Husband Kills Mistress for Daughter

9.5

In a web of betrayal, a father is pushed to the ultimate edge when his secret life threatens his child's safety. This mystery explores a husband's desperate choice to eliminate his mistress to protect his daughter’s future. As the lines between love and obsession blur, a lethal game of consequences begins. Can a crime committed for family ever stay hidden, or will the weight of the past destroy everything he fought to save?

Modern Mystery Romance

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