Agatha Christie

"Just this once." Ethan's huge cock thrust hard into me.
He lifted one of my legs and hung it over his shoulder, thrusting so hard I moaned uncontrollably. "God, you're so tight..."
I tried to escape, but he grabbed my ankles and pulled me towards him.
I begged, "Let go of me...I'm dying..."
A year ago, Lucy was imprisoned after being framed for intentionally injuring Ivy, her husband Ethan's first love. After being granted family leave, she rushes to visit her ailing grandmother, but Ethan fucks her against her will. He mercilessly make her give a blood transfusion to Ivy, causing her to miss her grandmother’s dying words. Jailed, the only family dead, and her dreams shattered, Lucy is desperate for a divorce from this man who doesn't love her, but Ethan coldly proclaims, "There's only widowhood in the Storm family, not divorce."

"You smell so FUCKING good. I want to eat you!" He growled against my neck, followed by a sharp sting. Damn it! He bit me!
"Oh, GOD!" My body arched involuntarily on the piano, my hips instinctively meeting his thrusts. "Harder..."
After Lira Anderson discovered her boyfriend kissing another woman, she impulsively slept with a stranger. But she never imagined this man would turn out to be her professor, and also a...
Then Lira found herself trapped in deadly danger. Her only refuge? Nathan's arms. He was her professor—her forbidden temptation.
Could Lira escape this fatal entanglement, or would she follow her heart and surrender to forbidden love?

"Look how wet you are," he roughly flipped me over, his fingers cruelly invading my pussy. "Your cunt is desperate for it, isn't it? You were born to be fucked by me, dear sister."
His thick cock thrust into me mercilessly. My walls stretched forcefully, pain and pleasure intertwining.
"Fuck... it's too big!" I screamed, gripping the sheets as I felt each savage thrust. "Alexander... please..."
"Call me brother," his teeth bit down hard on my neck. "Say you're my Omega."
When Omega wolf Erin loses her job for refusing her boss's harassment, a chance encounter in an alley leads to a night of passion with powerful Alpha Alexander. In a cruel twist of fate, she discovers her one-night stand is not only the heir to the Black Stone pack but also her stepbrother.
Caught in a whirlwind of pack politics, Erin is torn between Alexander's almost manic possessiveness and the cold machinations of his betrothed and her family. As the mystery of her origins unfolds, a shocking secret of blood vengeance rises to the surface.
In this forbidden affair where lust and hatred intertwine, where will their path lead?

"Oh God... right there... harder!" I cry out. Noah's tongue travels across my chest before he suddenly bites down cruelly.
"Ah, gentler..." I wince in pain.
"Shut up, you're too loud," he roughly covers my mouth, thrusting hard and burying himself deep inside me.
"Ah!" My scream is muffled by his palm, yet my legs instinctively wrap tighter around his waist.
"This is how you like it, isn't it?" he whispers mockingly in my ear. "Being roughly taken by me."
After three years of marriage, pregnant Emilia receives not her husband's care but divorce papers. "I don't need children," financial tycoon Noah Blake coldly declares before walking away.
Six years later, she returns with brilliantly gifted children. The once-fragile woman has transformed into a medical legend, with an even more shocking revelation—a prestigious family background hidden behind her.
Meanwhile, the once-invincible Noah faces his own crisis: a mysterious poisoning causing his vision to steadily deteriorate, while betrayal from his closest confidants leaves his business empire teetering on the brink of collapse. When Emilia becomes pursued by the city's most eligible bachelor, an unhinged Noah corners her, his eyes burning with regret and possession: "Emilia, you can only be the mother of MY child!"

—Solo esta vez. El enorme miembro de Ethan se adentró con fuerza en mí.
Levantó una de mis piernas y la colgó sobre su hombro, empujando tan fuerte que gemí sin control.
—Dios, estás tan apretada...
Intenté escapar, pero él me agarró los tobillos y me acercó hacia él.
—Déjame ir... Me estoy muriendo...
Hace un año, Lucy fue encarcelada tras ser acusada falsamente de haber herido intencionalmente a Ivy, el primer amor de su esposo Ethan. Después de recibir permiso familiar, se apresura a visitar a su abuela enferma, pero Ethan la viola contra su voluntad. Él la obliga despiadadamente a hacer una transfusión de sangre a Ivy, lo que le impide escuchar las últimas palabras de su abuela. Encarcelada, con la única familia muerta y sus sueños destrozados, Lucy está desesperada por divorciarse de este hombre que no la ama, pero Ethan proclama fríamente:
—En la familia Storm solo existe la viudez, no el divorcio.

"Solo questa volta." Il grosso cazzo di Ethan si spinse forte dentro di me.
Sollevò una delle mie gambe e la appoggiò sulla sua spalla, spingendo così forte che gemetti incontrollabilmente. "Dio, sei così stretta..."
Provai a scappare, ma lui mi afferrò le caviglie e mi tirò verso di sé.
Implorai, "Lasciami andare...sto morendo..."
Un anno fa, Lucy fu imprigionata dopo essere stata incastrata per aver intenzionalmente ferito Ivy, il primo amore di suo marito Ethan. Dopo aver ottenuto un permesso familiare, si precipita a visitare la sua nonna malata, ma Ethan la violenta contro la sua volontà. La costringe spietatamente a fare una trasfusione di sangue a Ivy, facendole perdere le ultime parole della nonna morente. In carcere, con l'unica famiglia morta e i suoi sogni infranti, Lucy è disperata per ottenere il divorzio da quest'uomo che non la ama, ma Ethan proclama freddamente: "Nella famiglia Storm c'è solo vedovanza, non divorzio."

« Juste cette fois. » Le gros sexe d'Ethan me pénétra violemment.
Il souleva une de mes jambes et la passa par-dessus son épaule, poussant si fort que je gémis de manière incontrôlable. « Mon Dieu, tu es si serrée... »
J'essayais de m'échapper, mais il saisit mes chevilles et me tira vers lui.
Je suppliais, « Lâche-moi... Je meurs... »
Il y a un an, Lucy a été emprisonnée après avoir été accusée à tort d'avoir intentionnellement blessé Ivy, le premier amour de son mari Ethan. Après avoir obtenu une permission familiale, elle se précipite pour rendre visite à sa grand-mère malade, mais Ethan la viole contre sa volonté. Il la force impitoyablement à donner une transfusion sanguine à Ivy, ce qui lui fait manquer les derniers mots de sa grand-mère mourante. Emprisonnée, sa seule famille décédée, et ses rêves brisés, Lucy est désespérée de divorcer de cet homme qui ne l'aime pas, mais Ethan proclame froidement, « Dans la famille Storm, il n'y a que le veuvage, pas de divorce. »

"Tylko ten jeden raz." Ethan wbił się we mnie swoim ogromnym kutasem.
Podniósł moją nogę i zarzucił ją sobie na ramię, pchając tak mocno, że jęknęłam niekontrolowanie. "Boże, jesteś taka ciasna..."
Próbowałam uciec, ale złapał mnie za kostki i przyciągnął do siebie.
Błagałam, "Puść mnie... Umieram..."
Rok temu Lucy została uwięziona po tym, jak została oskarżona o celowe zranienie Ivy, pierwszej miłości swojego męża Ethana. Po uzyskaniu przepustki rodzinnej, spieszyła odwiedzić chorą babcię, ale Ethan zgwałcił ją wbrew jej woli. Bezlitośnie zmusił ją do oddania krwi Ivy, przez co Lucy nie zdążyła usłyszeć ostatnich słów swojej babci. Uwięziona, pozbawiona rodziny, z rozbitymi marzeniami, Lucy desperacko pragnie rozwodu z tym mężczyzną, który jej nie kocha, ale Ethan zimno oznajmia, "W rodzinie Storm jest tylko wdowieństwo, nie rozwód."

"Só desta vez." O enorme pau de Ethan se empurrou forte dentro de mim.
Ele levantou uma das minhas pernas e a colocou sobre seu ombro, empurrando tão forte que gemi incontrolavelmente. "Deus, você é tão apertada..."
Tentei escapar, mas ele agarrou meus tornozelos e me puxou para perto dele.
Implorei, "Me solta... estou morrendo..."
Há um ano, Lucy foi presa depois de ser incriminada por ferir intencionalmente Ivy, o primeiro amor de seu marido Ethan. Após receber uma licença familiar, ela corre para visitar sua avó doente, mas Ethan a força a transar contra sua vontade. Ele a obriga, sem piedade, a fazer uma transfusão de sangue para Ivy, fazendo com que ela perca as últimas palavras de sua avó antes de morrer. Presa, sem família e com seus sonhos destruídos, Lucy desesperadamente quer se divorciar desse homem que não a ama, mas Ethan proclama friamente: "Na família Storm só há viuvez, não divórcio."

The moment I saw my friend Sarah's body, I knew it was no accident. To everyone's shock, just three months later, I married her mentor, the renowned psychology professor James Morrison.
No one knew this marriage was a meticulously designed trap.
I smile and play the role of the perfect wife, while secretly searching for the truth behind Sarah's death. How many unspeakable secrets lie beneath the façade of these hallowed academic halls?
As Morrison grows suspicious and the mysterious teaching assistant Tyler suddenly appears, my perfect disguise begins to crumble. In this revenge game where my marriage is the stake, can I escape unscathed?

Once the treasured daughter of a mafia kingpin, Isabella has now fallen to working as an ordinary employee at a community center, relying on medication to hold her shattered psyche together. Just when she thought life couldn't get any harder, devastating news arrives: her ex-boyfriend Anthony Russo has returned to Boston—no longer the poor kitchen boy from her past, but a powerful crime boss commanding his own territory.
Worse still, he's her new boss.
Tony has returned with five years of vengeance burning inside him, determined to make Isabella pay for her "betrayal." He's willing to exploit her deepest fears, unaware of the truth behind the scars marking her wrists. When a sudden kidnapping drags them both into a bloody gang war, how will the secrets hidden for years upend everything they thought they knew?

The moment I pushed open the clinic door, I nearly fainted on the spot—the sexy physical therapist in that white coat was Ethan, my ex-boyfriend who I dumped hard two months ago!
Even worse, my mom was sitting right there watching, so I had no choice but to grit my teeth and endure his "professional treatment."
This bastard, hiding behind his doctor's coat, used every treatment excuse to do whatever he wanted with my body.
"Relax, your body still remembers my touch," he whispered in my ear.
I swore to stay away from this cheating bastard, but with both our mothers frantically playing matchmaker, we were forced into constant entanglement. Inescapable intimate treatments, complicated emotions I couldn't explain, until an accident brought the truth to light.
"Tell me the real reason you want to switch doctors." He grabbed my arm.
"I thought she was your girlfriend! I thought you betrayed me!"
When that "truth" that tore us apart was completely overturned, could we start over again...?

I waited three years for my fiancé Kane, rejecting every suitor who came my way. But when he finally returned victorious from battle, he publicly abandoned me for another woman, leaving me humiliated before my entire clan.
Fueled by rage and shame, I made a desperate decision: to marry Drake, the captured Northern wolf clan leader. It was supposed to be a simple arrangement—I would escape a forced marriage, and he would gain his freedom.
Little did I know this "savage" would respect my choices and protect me when danger struck. Meanwhile, a mysterious power has awakened within me, drawing enemies who have been watching from the shadows.
As my feelings for Drake deepen, why does Kane's gaze still hold pain I cannot decipher?
Three wolf clans with conflicting interests, now forced to stand together against a common threat—with me at the center of an ancient prophecy. How will my choice alter the course of this war?

When the person you love most becomes the one who hates you most, the truth is often more brutal than you could ever imagine.**
Three months ago, Kane called her his "little princess" and swore to protect her with his life. Three months later, he hurled her lunch tray into the trash and sneered, "Thieves don't deserve to eat with us."
Libby can't understand why her stepbrother suddenly became so cold and cruel. Why do the same gentle hands that once comforted her now push her into darkness? The systematic bullying at school, the public humiliation in the cafeteria, the lonely despair in the basement... what caused all of this?
Was it a misunderstanding that created this tragedy, or are some wounds too deep to ever forgive?

At my wedding ceremony, a woman six months pregnant walked down the aisle and announced to everyone: she was carrying my fiancé's child.
I tore my wedding dress to shreds on the spot and declared the wedding over.
But the real betrayal was just beginning—
My own mother actually urged me to become the other woman. "Men make mistakes sometimes. Todd's family has money—just put up with it."
My stepfather took advantage of my vulnerability and tried to assault me. "Since Todd doesn't want you anymore, you should learn to appreciate those who truly care about you."
Since kindness was mistaken for weakness, and blood ties became shackles—
Don't blame me for turning ruthless.
I'll make every single person who hurt me pay the price!

I woke up one night and found myself back to that orchestrated evening three years ago.
In my past life, I was too naive, step by step pushed into the abyss by my stepmother Victoria. She poisoned my daughter Emma, embezzled my fortune, and finally orchestrated my "accidental" death. My father Robert, that greedy man, chose to turn a blind eye.
This time, I will make them pay in blood.
But what surprised me was that man—Ryan Blackwood.
Why does he always appear when I need help the most? Are those seemingly coincidental encounters really just accidents?

Three years ago, Emma's life was shattered in a single night. When she awoke in the dark woods, the last face she saw became her eternal nightmare—Damien Cross, the man she once loved.
Now, her father's death and crushing debts have pushed her to the brink. Surrounded by creditors with nowhere to turn, Damien appears like a savior, offering an deal she cannot refuse: Marry me, and all debts will be erased.
"Love?" Emma laughs hysterically, "Rape first, then force me into marriage—is that your idea of love?"
"Emma, I swear I never meant to hurt you!" His voice trembles, "I love you!"
The luxurious Manhattan penthouse becomes her gilded cage. When she discovers his secret arrangements for "overseas treatment," her last thread of hope snaps. A desperate escape, shattered memories beginning to piece themselves back together...
What shocking secret lies buried in the truth?

I was once a brilliant psychology student at Berkeley, but now I've become a "hunter" in Viktor Reeves' criminal empire. My job? Using psychological techniques to seduce wealthy men and swindle them out of their money for this devil.
After each mission, I hate myself a little more. Until that day, when I met him in a coffee shop—Alexei, a documentary filmmaker with gentle blue eyes. Unlike my other targets, there was something pure and kind in his gaze. For three weeks, I crafted lies to make him fall in love with me, all while stealing his money.
Until that night, when he burst into the casino, pointing a gun at my heart. "Who taught you to seduce different men at the same time?"
Then my world collapsed—he turned out to be Viktor's own son!

My name is Lily Carter, a poor girl from the mountains. Ten years ago, I was used as a bet by rich boy Philip Brooks. A twisted game led to my soul being stolen by an evil spirit, and my body was controlled for ten whole years.
For ten years, I could only watch helplessly as "I" became Philip's perfect girlfriend—docile, obedient, never fighting back. The real me was trapped deep inside my own body, screaming silently.
The only person who remembered the real me was my childhood friend Marcus. He never gave up searching for a way to save me, no matter the cost...
Until that night at Carnegie Hall, I finally reclaimed control of my body. When Philip got down on one knee with a million-dollar diamond ring to propose, I did what I'd been wanting to do for ten years—
I smashed that ring in front of the entire world.
"Game over, you piece of trash!"

Three years ago, Aria Moretti fled from her wedding to Europe, leaving debt-ridden Ella forced to marry Vincent Rossi in her place. Everyone knew she was just a stand-in—a pitiful substitute.
For three years, she silently endured her husband's indifference, tolerated the entire family's disdain, and even in the moment of pregnancy, still couldn't receive a single genuine embrace.
But no one knew she harbored a heartbreaking secret.
When Aria returned bearing scars, when Vincent didn't hesitate to abandon his wife for his former love, when everyone assumed this was just another ordinary elite family romantic entanglement...
Revenge had only just begun.
*"Vincent, you'll never know that this marriage was a lie from the very beginning."*

When NASCAR champion Kyle Harrison awakens from a crash with no memory, he discovers he's caught in the ultimate paradox: he's now the secret lover of Zoe, his former arch-rival, who holds complete control over his existence.
Designer clothes, oceanfront mansion, luxury lifestyle—all his, but at what cost? He's become Zoe's kept man, living in constant fear that her husband might walk through the door and destroy everything.
Yet somehow, Kyle finds himself falling deeper into this dangerous game of playing second fiddle to a man he's never met.
Until the day that man comes home.

I was the most despised "sickly wolf" of the Blood Moon pack, mocked and trampled by everyone. When the Moon Devourer attacked, I risked my life to save the noble Alpha Darius, thinking I had finally found the dawn of love.
However, the tender promises whispered in that cave were nothing but manipulation—he married the daughter of another tribe's Alpha. Endless humiliation and punishment completely shattered my seven years of devoted love.
When I collapsed in despair, drowning in my own blood, no one could have imagined—
That I possessed unparalleled power!
Golden-red flames erupted from within me, sweeping across the entire battlefield. All those who had once trampled on me trembled and fell to their knees, begging for mercy. And that arrogant Alpha finally understood what he had lost.
"Ember, please don't leave..."
I smiled coldly, "Some people, once lost, never come back."

I was supposed to become someone else's wife today.
Standing at the altar, facing my gentle fiancé, I struggled to say "I do" without meaning it. For three years, I had been trying to forget the one who would never come back—my first love, Shawn Mitchell.
The military said he died in combat. I cried until I had no tears left, and even learned to start over.
Until halfway through the wedding ceremony, I saw that familiar silhouette.
"That's Shawn! I'm certain that's Shawn!" I screamed frantically to my friend.
"Serena, honey," Brianna looked at me with concern, "maybe the wedding stress made you hallucinate..."
"It's not a hallucination!"
So I did the craziest thing of my life—in front of all the guests, wearing a blood-stained wedding dress, I chased him out of the church. I had to find the truth, even if it cost me everything.

In the moment flames consumed her, Maya heard the cruelest truth—she had been betrayed by the one she loved most, sacrificed for an insurance fraud scheme.
Death was not the end.
Reborn seven days before her murder, Maya gets a second chance to change everything. Yet nothing prepares her for the shocking discovery: Connor, the brother she'd rejected and abandoned, has been her guardian all along—watching, controlling, protecting her with an obsession that borders on madness.
This isn't twisted control. This is love born from hell itself.

I died, only to find myself turned into a ghost, helplessly watching the world continue to spin without me.
What's even more devastating is that my own sister—the one who killed me—is now lying in my bed. She's had plastic surgery to look exactly like me, mimicking my voice and even my habits perfectly, attempting to completely take over my life.
And my husband Rafael—New York's most dangerous mafia boss—who has been cold as ice to me for three years, is now showing this imposter unprecedented tenderness. He's taking her hand, kissing her forehead, even agreeing to accompany her home to visit our parents.
Damn it! Why has he never treated the real me this way?

I was once the perfect housewife everyone envied—successful husband, well-behaved children, a harmonious and beautiful family. Until that day when I witnessed my husband kissing another woman. Years of marital trust collapsed in an instant.
When Jack the plumber walked into my home to fix a leaking sink, I never imagined what would happen. His blue eyes were the only light in my dark marriage. Our hands accidentally touched under the sink, and in that moment, an electric feeling broke through my defenses.
"Does your husband know how beautiful you are?" he whispered near my ear.
That afternoon, when I leaned in to kiss his lips, I was no longer the perfect housewife. On the marble countertop in my kitchen, I betrayed my marriage, yet found myself for the first time.
I never thought revenge could taste so sweet.

When Elena struggles to find her footing in the mafia family, she never imagines the greatest danger comes from Victor's brother, Dante. Those piercing gray-green eyes hide five years of desire, and now that Dante has returned to rule the family, he intends to rule her too.
After one passionate night in the wine cellar, the forbidden seed takes root in her womb. To protect this dangerous love, Elena is forced to accept a proposal from rival family's Marco, unaware she's walking into a deadly trap.
As wedding bells ring, Dante storms into the church with guns and fury. Between blood and fire, Elena must choose—become the forbidden lover of one mafia boss, or the puppet bride of another?
In this world of danger and desire, love is never simple, and possession is never gentle.

When I called my husband with trembling hands, clutching my cancer diagnosis, all I heard was his sweet laughter with his young, hot influencer girlfriend. Ten years of marriage, and when I needed him most, he chose betrayal.
In divorce court, I was painted as the "crazy ex-wife" while the entire internet mocked me. Everyone took their side. No one knew I was fighting for my life.
Until the day he discovered the truth—
"Prove it to me! If you're really sick, prove it to me!"
"How's this? Does a dying woman's face look good enough for you?" I pulled off my hat, revealing my bald scalp.

When debt-ridden Wendy Chen hits rock bottom, an unexpected "job" becomes her lifeline—a contract marriage with veteran Jason Morrison, paying $100,000 a year for one year, with a single assignment: being a "mom" to his fourteen-year-old son Liam.
This should have been the perfect business arrangement. Jason needs someone to care for his stepmother-resistant son, while Wendy needs money to escape the crushing gambling debts her ex-husband left behind. No love, no expectations—just cold contractual terms.
But when Liam "welcomes" her with a bucket of ice water, when Jason struggles through PTSD episodes during thunderstorms, when her dangerous ex-husband resurfaces to threaten her new life... Wendy finds herself caught in a deadly trap: she's genuinely falling in love with this broken family.
Until fourteen-year-old Liam accidentally discovers the contract.
Everything falls apart.

My name is Rose. Nine years ago, I was dying from congenital heart disease when Leonard saved my life. My parents' car accident took everything from me, and made this handsome, austere heart surgeon my godfather.
From age 12 to 21, I watched him grow from a young doctor into Boston's youngest department chief. I also grew from a little girl who needed protection into a woman who made his gaze dart away.
I fell hopelessly in love with the man I should never love.
On that night when I was 19, I gathered all my courage to confess: "Leonard, I want to be your woman, not your goddaughter anymore."
But he coldly rejected me: "Enough, Rose. You're just my friend's daughter. My feelings for you are purely responsibility. If you're truly grateful that I saved you, please forget these ridiculous fantasies."
Yet on that drunken night, when he thought I was someone else... why was his kiss so passionate? Why did he murmur my name in the heat of passion?