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In their eyes, my wife Emma—an Ivy League tenured professor in biological sciences—is ruthless, rational, and obsessively clean.
For seven years, even when she washed her hands, she would only ever touch the right-side sink—hers.
Until that night at 3 a.m., when I pulled a strand of sandy-golden short curl—hair that belonged to neither of us—out of my men’s shower loofah.
And around the neck of a pre-med student named Lucas, I saw the antique silver cross my dying father left in my hands.
When I confronted her, my always-icy wife protected the little homewrecker, slapped me across the face, and called me a jealous, controlling chauvinist.
She thought I’d swallow it like a coward.
But she forgot: as a top cardiothoracic chief, the thing I do best is cutting out tumors.

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.

At the Morello family’s Christmas dinner, I stood beside Vincent, waiting for him to announce our engagement.
Instead, in the very next second, he walked in holding a little boy and claimed him as his son.
And the woman he said he was going to marry? Scarlett Morello. The one he had always introduced as his “sister.”
The whole room erupted in applause. I stood there frozen, like a nail hammered into the floor.
Later, in his study, he took my hand and said, “Scarlett is dying. Late-stage breast cancer. She only has six months left. After she’s gone, I’ll marry you.”
But there was no guilt in his eyes. No love, either.
Then he told me to go to his villa that afternoon, to take care of the woman who was supposedly “dying.”
I opened the photo he sent me. Scarlett was lying in a hospital bed, pale-faced, an IV in the back of her hand.
A professional tennis player who had been playing in an exhibition match three weeks ago, and who had dropped three grand at Louis Vuitton on Fifth Avenue just five days ago.
But sure. She was “dying.”
At three in the morning, I was curled up by the front door of my apartment, crying so long I lost track of time.
Then my phone lit up. A text from an unknown number:
[Elena, I’m downstairs. When we were kids, you told me that once I controlled the docks on the East Coast, you’d marry me. The docks are mine now. Does that promise still stand?]
I pulled back the curtain and there he was. Ethan Vitale, my first love, leaning against the door of a black Cadillac, lifting a hand in a lazy wave.
Three years ago, when he left New York, he was only a Capo.
Now, he was the Don of the Vitale family.
He didn’t rush me. Didn’t pressure me to come downstairs.
He came for one reason only, to let me know he was back.
I wiped away my tears and texted back:
[It still stands.]
Because I wanted to see for myself just how long that woman could keep up her act.

When the apocalypse struck, my brother Leo didn't hesitate to choose the offshore sanctuary.
In our past life, faced with a choice between a powerful inland warlord commanding a massive army and a leader clinging to a solitary island, Leo snatched up the first option.
But when a zombie horde overran the mainland and defenses collapsed, he fled to my island for refuge.
Jealous of how well I was surviving the end of the world, he and our parents knocked me unconscious in the dead of night and threw me into the ocean to drown.
Now that I've been reborn, Leo immediately took our parents to the maritime base, leaving the "dangerous" mainland to me.
He thinks the ocean is a natural barrier that guarantees his safety, that he can sit back and relax while the world burns.
But there's one thing he doesn't know.
Zombies aren't just static, mindless walking dead—they evolve.
And when they do, that offshore sanctuary will become a floating hell with no way out.

DISCLAIMER BEFORE YOU ENTER

Alpha Daddies who kneels to eat their slutty step daughter’s psy dwell here.

Furious stepmothers with feral wolves are rampant. Be careful! Your c*** are not safe from gagging and even pu*** lips beg to survive from them.

Bratty daughters are here too. Their job is to create seduce their parent’s pack enforcers or warriors who just came back from war. Lastly, unlimited sin, abomination, reverse harem, taboo and anything called LUST dwells here. Grab an extra pair of p***…or maybe a toy.

"This is wrong. You're my uncle." Sophia said as her exposed back touched the cold wall, causing her to shiver right down to her core.

"Soph... I've felt nothing more right than this. Moreover, I'm not really your uncle. You and I both know this." Rayn said as he drew closer, minimizing the non-existent distance between the two of them. Their lips inches apart as she felt his hot breath on her lips.

"Uncle... Party... We have to go..." Sophia muttered as she melted against his hard body but his legs prevented her fragile, little body from falling down on the floor.

"No. We are not going anywhere while you are dressed as a temptress. Only I know how I keep my demons at bay, when I see every man present in the room looking at you, wishing you were theirs." He said as his blue eyes took in the revealing dress his kitten was wearing, and a black storm started raging within them.

"I'm not a temptress, uncle. I'm a 19-year-old girl." Sophia responded, trying to sound reasonable while pressing her hands against his chest, attempting to push him back.

"Oh? So, what are you up to now?" Rayn inquired, holding her hands above her head. His hips grinded against his kitten's as his face inched closer, their lips now touching.

"What exactly am I doing?" Sophia asked, as she struggled to breathe and tried to break free from her foxy uncle's clutches. But it was all for naught.

"You're tempting me into doing this." Rayn said this as he pressed his lips against his sister's, causing her to gasp and taking advantage of the opportunity to exploit the innocent girl's mouth with his sinful tongue.