The CEO’s Runaway Mommy
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Ethan, shirtless and dominant, pressed Anna down. His large hand climbed onto her soft, tender breast, teasing and kneading with expert precision.
Anna gasped, her breath coming in shallow hitches. "I can't take it... give it to me."
Ethan flipped her over. His predatory heat rubbed relentlessly between her butt cheeks before his swollen, purple-red member lunged into her from behind.
"Anna Rivers," Ethan growled. "Even if we divorce, you’ll spend the rest of your life moaning under me."
—
Anna never expected she’d have to design wedding rings for her husband, Ethan, and his "true love." Then came the divorce papers.
She signed without hesitation, cutting off her feelings, hiding her pregnancy test, and fleeing abroad.
Years later, she was thriving and surrounded by suitors. But Ethan had changed. He stalked her, obsessed, begging with bloodshot eyes for one more chance.
Suddenly, her little one stepped out, blocked his path, and put hands on tiny hips. "You want to date my Mommy? Get in line!"
Anna gasped, her breath coming in shallow hitches. "I can't take it... give it to me."
Ethan flipped her over. His predatory heat rubbed relentlessly between her butt cheeks before his swollen, purple-red member lunged into her from behind.
"Anna Rivers," Ethan growled. "Even if we divorce, you’ll spend the rest of your life moaning under me."
—
Anna never expected she’d have to design wedding rings for her husband, Ethan, and his "true love." Then came the divorce papers.
She signed without hesitation, cutting off her feelings, hiding her pregnancy test, and fleeing abroad.
Years later, she was thriving and surrounded by suitors. But Ethan had changed. He stalked her, obsessed, begging with bloodshot eyes for one more chance.
Suddenly, her little one stepped out, blocked his path, and put hands on tiny hips. "You want to date my Mommy? Get in line!"

















































