STUCK WITH MY BEST-FREIND'S DAD (Revenge On My Cheating Ex-Husband)
"I loved you with all my heart, but you betrayed me, cheating with me on her? Really?" Vionne Wallace said bitterly to her husband.
"Sign it! We are getting a divorce, I've come to realize Nora is the one for me. You can't even bore a child, barren woman." He said sharply, his void devoid of emotions
He could tell it all, he was in love with Nora, my own step sister.
Lene Wallace, was a fashion designer and also business administrator, she got married to the love of her life, Harrison Worthington
Just after 3 years of marriage, she couldn't give birth and the marriage started crashing, he cheated on her with Nora.
With a broken heart, she drank to stupor and had a one night stand with a powerful billionaire.
When her father found out, he was in support of Harrison and Nora, while he disowned her, giving everything he had to Nora.
She found out there was more to the one night stand man, when they met again.
He was her father's best friend
The one night stand was not just powerful, he had a connecting relationship with her father and her ex husband, he will get married to her and help her defeat them.
Will they come to fall in love? Or will she go back to her ex husband after this?
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Chapter 4
VIONNE'S POV
The elevator ride to his hotel room was quiet, filled with the kind of tension that pressed into my chest and made my heart beat faster. I could feel his eyes on me as we rose floor after floor. He didn't touch me, but his presence filled the small space like smoke. Heavy. Warm. Dangerous.
His room was on the twelfth floor. Clean. Dimly lit. A big bed waiting in the center like a silent promise. He closed the door behind us, and the click of the lock sent a thrill down my spine.
I turned. He was already there. And I kissed him again.
It was desperate. Hot. Our mouths crashed together like we'd waited too long. His hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer, gripping like he didn't want to let go. My fingers found the back of his neck, tangled in his short hair, anchoring myself to him.
We didn't speak. We didn't need to.
Clothes came off one by one, my dress slipping over my head, his shirt tugged free and tossed aside. His jeans hit the floor. My bra unhooked, falling somewhere between the hallway and the bed. His hands were all over me, rough palms trailing over my ribs, my stomach, my hips.
He kissed my neck, slow and firm, making my skin burn under his mouth. His lips moved lower, across my collarbone, down to the top of my chest. He kissed me like he wanted to learn me. Like he needed to taste every inch of me just to prove I was real.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I didn't feel broken. I didn't feel rejected. I felt wanted.
He laid me down on the bed like I was something precious, even though we both knew this wasn't love. This wasn't about forever. It was about now. About escaping. About feeling anything other than the pain I'd been carrying.
His hands slid down my sides, thumbs brushing over my thighs as he leaned over me. His body was solid, warm, strong. His mouth returned to mine, slower this time, deeper. Our tongues tangled, and I moaned softly into the kiss, my hands moving over his back, fingers dragging down his spine.
When he kissed down between my breasts, I arched toward him, breath catching in my throat. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, until I whimpered. His other hand cupped the other breast, fingers teasing, brushing, making my stomach tighten and my thighs press together.
"You're so damn beautiful," he murmured, voice thick and low, vibrating against my skin.
I didn't say anything. I didn't need to. I just let myself feel it.
Then his hand moved between my legs. He touched me over my panties first-soft, slow strokes that made my breath hitch. When he finally slid them down, he paused, eyes locking with mine.
"Okay?" he asked, his voice rough.
I nodded. "Yes."
His fingers dipped into me, and I gasped.
"You're soaked," he whispered, a wicked smile pulling at his lips. "God, Vionne ..."
He kissed me again, slower now, as his fingers moved inside me. One at first. Then two. Curling, searching, finding just the right spot. I clung to him, moaning into his mouth, my hips rocking against his hand. My skin burned. My legs trembled. Everything inside me tightened, building fast, harder than I expected.
"Don't fight it," he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. "Just let go."
And I did.
My orgasm hit hard, tearing through me like a wave crashing against rocks. I cried out, clutching his shoulders, my body jerking against his hand as he held me through it. He kissed my face, my neck, my lips-never letting go.
When it passed, I lay back on the bed, dazed, breathless, my chest rising and falling fast. My skin was damp with sweat, but I felt lighter. Like something had broken loose inside me.
He leaned over me, brushing my hair out of my face. "You okay?"
I nodded, still catching my breath. "Yeah..."
His mouth curved into a small smile, and he kissed me again, this time soft, slow, patient.
"Your turn," I whispered, sliding my hand down between us. I found him hard, thick, waiting for me. He groaned low when I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked, watching me with dark eyes as I moved slowly up and down his length.
I felt powerful.
Wanted.
He bit his bottom lip as I ran my thumb over the head, feeling the heat and wetness there. He was big, and he felt so good in my hand. His whole body tensed under my touch, his eyes burning into mine.
"Condom?" I asked, my voice still hoarse.
He reached into the drawer beside the bed and grabbed one. I watched him roll it on, my stomach fluttering with nerves and excitement.
Then he was back on top of me, kissing me deeply, lining himself up between my thighs.
He paused.
"You sure?" he asked, his voice low and careful.
"Yes," I whispered. "Please."
He pushed in slowly, stretching me inch by inch, and I gasped at the sensation. It had been so long. The pressure was thick, deep, and overwhelming, but in the best way. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He filled me completely.
And for a moment, we didn't move. We just breathed. His forehead pressed to mine. Our eyes locked. My hands found his face, tracing his jaw, the scar near his brow.
Then he began to move.
Slow strokes at first, steady and deep. Each thrust made my breath catch, made my back arch, made my fingers clutch at his shoulders. He moved like he was trying to memorize me from the inside out.
I matched his rhythm, our bodies rocking together in perfect sync. The tension built again, slow and steady, curling in my stomach like fire. His mouth found my neck, my shoulder, my jaw. He moaned my name, and the sound made me tighten around him.
"God, you feel so good," he whispered, his voice raw.
The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard tapping lightly against the wall. My skin was slick with sweat. My hair clung to my face. But I didn't care. I only cared about the way he made me feel-full, alive, wanted.
He shifted his angle slightly, and the next thrust made me cry out. He hit something deep, something that sent a jolt of pleasure through my whole body.
"Right there," I gasped.
He kept going, over and over, hitting that same spot, driving me higher. My nails scraped down his back. His mouth found mine again. The kiss was messy now, hot and urgent, all tongue and teeth and breathless moans.
"I'm close," I whispered.
"Me too," he groaned, speeding up.
The tension inside me snapped, and I came again, harder this time, my body convulsing around him as I cried out, shaking in his arms. A second later, he followed, hips jerking, a deep groan tearing from his throat as he spilled into the condom.
He collapsed beside me, both of us gasping for air.
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Gage pointed a high-definition camera at June's battered face and video-called her mother, threatening to release the footage and ruin her upcoming billion-dollar wedding.
"I will never throw away a billion-dollar marriage for a useless daughter."
Her mother's cold voice echoed through the warehouse before the line went dead.
From that moment, Gage systematically destroyed June's life. She was publicly humiliated and forced to hack off her own hair with a cigar cutter. She was blacklisted from every firm in the city, evicted by her landlord, and violently mugged in a freezing New York blizzard.
Curled up in an icy tunnel waiting to die, June felt a suffocating despair. She hadn't spoken to her mother in months. Why did she have to endure this hell for a woman who didn't even care if she lived or died? Why was a monster like Gage so obsessed with driving her to the grave?
When Gage's armored Maybach pulled up, he stepped into the snow to mock her, waiting for her to finally surrender and beg for his mercy.
But the absolute humiliation snapped the last thread of June's sanity.
Instead of crying, she lunged forward with feral energy and sank her teeth directly into the devil's flesh.
9.4
Michael Carter is an undercover FBI agent on a mission to take down ruthless mafia king Fernando Ramírez-the man he believes killed his sister. But getting close to Fernando means playing a dangerous game, one where seduction and power blur the lines between enemy and lover.
When Michael uncovers a shocking truth, his thirst for revenge turns into a fight for something far more dangerous-his own heart. Now, torn between duty and desire, he must decide: destroy the man he swore to take down or surrender to the one thing he never saw coming.
Love has never been more lethal.
7.5
Kaitlyn Barton POV:
After three years building my family's hotel empire abroad, I came home to New York, expecting a warm embrace from my childhood fiancé, Edwin.
Instead, he greeted me with a warning. He told me to be gentle with his new girlfriend, Kacy, painting me as a villain before I even knew her name.
At my own welcome-home party, he let her stage a dramatic fall and then publicly blamed me for it, his eyes burning with a hatred I'd never seen.
He cradled her in his arms as if she were a fragile doll I had broken.
"Happy now, Kaitlyn?" he snarled, shattering twenty years of our shared history in front of everyone we knew.
In his eyes, I was no longer his love, but a monster he needed to protect his new flame from.
As he stormed out, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Everett Rowe, the man who had quietly loved me for five years.
"If you are truly ready, I will marry you. Right now. Just say the word."
My fingers moved on their own.
"Yes," I typed. "I'll marry you."
The moment I stepped back onto New York soil, a city I had once shared completely with Edwin, he greeted me not with a hug, but with a warning about his new girlfriend, painting me as the villain before I even knew her name. Three years abroad, cultivating my family's hotel empire, had prepared me for many business battles, but nothing for the cold, calculated betrayal that awaited me at home. He had replaced me, and then twisted our shared history, turning me into the aggressor he now needed protection from. This was not the reunion I had envisioned, nor the Edwin I remembered. My heart, which had swelled with anticipation, now froze into a solid block of ice.
9.4
My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach.
Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess.
The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings.
Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me.
To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive.
I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger.
But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear.
"Stay here and don't starve."
I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.
9.5
He was born from the void between stars - a being of immense power, forged from cosmic origins.
For thousands of years, he walked among humanity, protecting them and keeping his true strength hidden. After losing the only family he had, grief led him to seek his own end... only to wake up in a world entirely unlike his own.
Here, cultivation is the main path to power. Those who master spirit qi gain superhuman strength, speed, and abilities that place them far above ordinary people. Four great sects rule the land, competing for resources, secrets, and dominance over each other.
Icaros joined the Li Sect, where he found companions he came to trust and care for: the capable and easygoing Li Han, the sharp and composed Su Yan, and the spirited Nelly. For a time, he felt he had found a place to belong, even as he kept his true nature hidden and wondered whether he could ever learn to cultivate like those around him.
Everything changed when their voyage was suddenly attacked. A powerful figure floating in the sky cut their ship apart with sharp, devastating energy strikes, leaving only destruction in his wake. Believing his friends had been lost in the disaster, Icaros chose to stop holding back any longer.
> "I am done hiding!"
He unleashed his full power: golden light blazed from his eyes, he flew at incredible speed, and he broke through every barrier and enemy in his way. On the shores ahead, he tore through hordes of powerful jade monsters, destroying them completely before flying deep into the interior of the island.
Meanwhile, survivors washed up scattered and alone. One young cultivator found himself on the shores of Jade Island - a place most cultivators avoid, as it holds no treasures or useful materials, only danger and endless deposits of ordinary jade. Yet despite the risks, ordinary people have built settlements here, finding safety from the conflicts and power struggles of the outside world.
This island works by different rules. Spirit qi is scarce and unstable, making cultivation far less effective than elsewhere. Instead, the people here rely on advanced technology - weapons and explosives that can injure or even defeat those with great physical strength. Here, skill and preparation can be just as powerful as raw strength, and even the strongest cultivators must move with caution.
Now, Icaros has vanished deep into the island. His companions are lost somewhere across this dangerous land. And the mysterious swordsman who destroyed their ship has already arrived here, searching for an ancient map said to lead to the legacy of a being from another world.
Will they find each other again? And can anyone survive in a place where the usual rules of power no longer hold true?
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8.9
My family's company went bankrupt, and my biological father was lying in the ICU, kept alive by machines that cost tens of thousands a day.
I thought it was just a tragic business failure, until I caught my mother in bed with my stepfather.
They had secretly transferred all our assets months ago, deliberately bankrupting the company and leaving my father to die.
To pay the hospital bills, my stepfather forced me to a private club, trying to sell me to a sleazy investor.
When I refused, he slapped me across the face, and my mother just looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"Be realistic, Jaelynn. A woman's body is a tool. Use it to get what you need."
Later, right before my father's emergency surgery, my stepfather signed a Do Not Resuscitate order and froze the medical accounts.
"If you don't get on your knees and spread your legs for him, I will tell the hospital to pull your father's plug."
Standing in the freezing rain, covered in mud and blood, I stared at the astronomical hospital bill in my hand.
My own family had plotted to murder my father and sell me to the highest bidder. The betrayal shattered every ounce of sanity I had left.
I didn't cry or beg them anymore.
Instead, I pulled out a water-stained, gold-embossed business card.
It belonged to Dolph Valentine, the most ruthless billionaire in New York and my ex-fiancé's uncle.
If they wanted to destroy my life, I was going to sell my soul to the biggest monster of them all and drag them straight to hell.