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Urban Romance

She Walked Out of Hell and Into His Arms
Giselle Whitman's stepsister, Chantelle Whitman, sends Giselle's husband, Gavin Farrell, explicit photos. But Giselle is the one they send to a psychiatric hospital. For 180 days, Giselle suffers inhumane abuse every single day. The day she finally gets discharged, she decides she wants nothing more to do with her old life.Gavin favors Chantelle over her? Fine, Chantelle can have that trash of a man.Penelope Farrell, her own daughter, prefers Chantelle over her? Well, Giselle wishes them a perfect little mother-and-daughter bond.Her brother, Dylan Whitman, dotes on Chantelle? Then they can all stay together for good.When Giselle appears with Reagan Simmon, the most powerful and revered man in all of Kingswell, and sweetly asks him to put her shoes on for her, everyone loses their minds.…The head of the Simmon family, Reagan Simmon, is a man of dazzling brilliance and noble bearing. Though devastatingly handsome, he is notoriously known for keeping women at a distance. As a result, everyone speculates that the Simmons bloodline may very well end with Reagan.Until one day, he is seen chasing after a young woman on the street, his eyes filled with affection. He coaxes her softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "Baby, get some rest tonight. Let's go home and sleep. No funny business. I promise."…Gavin, now Giselle's ex-husband, watches the woman who once had eyes only for him being cherished by another man now. Once dejected and miserable, Giselle now blossoms once more, becoming more vibrant and alluring than ever. All Gavin can do is watch from afar, stealing glimpses of her happiness. And that is already more than he deserves.
The Mafia's Good Wife
(Book II of the Mafia's Girl Series. )(AN: Please read The Mafia's Good Girl before this book!)“Before we get on with our business, there’s a bit of a paperwork you’d need to sign,” Damon said suddenly. He took out a piece of paper and pushed it towards Violet.“What’s this?” she asked.“A written agreement for the price of our sale,” Damon replied. He said it so calmly and so nonchalantly, like he wasn’t buying a girl’s virginity for one million dollars.Violet swallowed hard and her eyes began to glaze over the words on that paper. The agreement was pretty self-explanatory. It basically stated that she’d agree to this sale of her virginity for the aforementioned price and that their signatures would seal the deal. Damon already signed his part and hers was left blank.Violet looked up to see Damon handing her a pen. She came into this room with the thought of backing out, but after reading the document, Violet had another change of heart. It was one million dollars. This was more money than she could ever see in her lifetime. One night compared to that would be minuscule. One could even argue that it was a bargain. So before she could change her mind again, Violet took the pen from Damon’s hand and signed her name on the dotted line. Right as the clock struck midnight that day, Violet Rose Carvey had just signed a deal with Damon Van Zandt, the devil in the flesh.* Warning: Mature content ahead. Enter at your own risk. *
I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!
I received a pornographic video."Do you like this?"The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts."Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response."You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!"The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed.I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella.************************************************************************************************************************“I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly.He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!"The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him."I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster.He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table.I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
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