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ZARA The girl he bet on  by manyewende
manyewende
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One bet. One video. One night that ruined her life. Zara Khumalo was expelled,"first term Grade 12 young innocent girl..." eighteen years pregnant, and shipped to Russia Now she's back as black swan- unstoppable hacker and thief - ready to burn down the elite world that cast her out. Her target? The charming traitor who became a police captain... and the father of the twin boys he never knew existed. He's hunting her. She's hunting him. But when the masks fall and the past collides with explosive chemistry, will revenge win... or will the children they share force them to fight for a second chance? She returned for blood. He never expected her to be the one who got away. Dark romance • Secret baby (twins) • Hacker FMC • Revenge • Cape Town vibes • 18+ Impressive ranking # 1 on principal 06/05/2026
HIS DOLL | 18+ ✓ by YourTemptationx
YourTemptationx
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"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.