There are plenty of stories where a poor woman marries a rich man who cheats on her or divorces her due to lies and speculation. How would it work if a poor man married a rich woman who divorced him because of someones insidious plans? Ethan Metzger was a poor construction worker when he met Lexi Stanton, the heiress to Stanton Industrial. Their marriage and love was unassailable until Lexi throws divorce papers in Ethan's face on the grounds of him having an affair. Ethan denies it but signs the paper anyway determined to prove to his wife that someone played them. What will happen when the truth comes out and Ethan proves his innocence? Warning- Sex, Violence, and swearing

Once a virgin now carrying his Heirs. How could any woman resist multi-billionaire playboy Alexander Piers known for his scandalous bedroom affairs and dating beautiful women, they call him "the beast that cannot be tamed." But how does Victoria Hunter tame this so called beast, with her midnight blue eyes and long flowing red-blond hair along with her seductive curves and wanton body. After a night of passionate, raw sex in his bed she leaves him wanting her more than ever. But she knows she can't have Alexander no matter what and after leaving his bed without a word while he was in the shower and to make it worse not carrying one but two of his heirs. After finding out Tori is pregnant Alexander is never going to let her escape him again, not in this lifetime and the only way to do that is to claim her and his heirs anyway possible! To have Victoria is a reward to it self but have heirs also that's Twice The Reward. ******************************************* ____________________________________

⚠️ Cringe Alert ⚠️ (first story don't judge) edit: pleaseee judge!!! Arabella Knight. Your average shy 18 year old girl who is bored of her normal life. Arabella decides to move out to New York City where she starts a new life. But what happens when she finds out that her neighbour is part of the italian mafia and she sees something she wasn't supposed to see? What happens when she meets the ruthless and broken mafia boss, Alessandro Lazzaro? *** "Time to get out of here" I ran to the door and twisted the knob. Fuck. The door was locked. "Where do you think you're going, tesoro?" I heard a familiar voice saying. I turned around to find him inches apart from me. Fuck my life. "Home?" I said but it sounded more like a question. "But here's home, cara mia." He said pinning me to the closed door. What the fuck is wrong with him. First he kidnaps me, then sleeps next to me and now he's telling me that this is my home!! No, this guy is definitely crazy!!! *** .......................................................... Warning ⚠️ English is not my first language, so there could be many grammar mistakes etc. .......................................................... Please do not copy my work!

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."