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Dear Ex-husband, Kiss My Feet!

Dear Ex-husband, Kiss My Feet!

470 Views · Ongoing · Blue Hibiscus
“I’m not about to be friend-zoned by the woman I want to f*ck.”

Seth pinned Olivia against the wall of the hotel room, his voice deep and dangerous. He wasn't the polite gentleman who took her on a date anymore. He was a predator, and she was his prey. Olivia’s heart raced. She had just divorced her cheating husband, and now this mysterious billionaire was looking at her like he wanted to devour her soul.

“Seth, we shouldn’t…” she whispered, but her body betrayed her.

“You want this just as much as I do,” he growled, ripping the strap of her gold dress. His lips crashed onto hers, hungry and demanding. He lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed. For the first time in years, Olivia felt alive. She felt worshiped.

But the next morning, the bed was cold. Seth was gone.
And her phone was blowing up with missed calls. “Olivia! Get out of there! The police are looking for Seth! He’s the prime suspect in your grandfather’s murder!”

Olivia froze, staring at the empty side of the bed. The man who made her scream in pleasure last night… was he actually a killer?


Everyone envied Olivia’s perfect marriage to billionaire Kelvin Ashford, until she found a Hermes lipstick that wasn't hers in his pocket. Her husband was sleeping with her best friend. Heartbroken but not defeated, Olivia serves them a public divorce they’ll never forget. But as she escapes her toxic past, she falls into the arms of Seth Rollins—a man who treats her like a queen but hides a deadly secret. Did he approach her for love, or to destroy her family from the inside?
Island Survival: The Rich Girls Beg at My Feet

Island Survival: The Rich Girls Beg at My Feet

922 Views · Ongoing · godgoust
"Enjoying the show quite a lot, aren’t you, John?"
I had just shut the suite door, behind which lewd gasps and moans lingered, when Louise, the young heiress of a top tycoon family, walked straight up to me.
Slap!
A crisp, heavy slap landed hard across my face.
"You shameless cur!"
She snarled, her eyes filled with arrogant venom.
I clenched my jaw tightly, my nails digging sharply into my palms.
In this class pyramid forged by capital, I was nothing but a personal bodyguard worth even less than a pedigreed luxury dog.
Yet it was not long before this lofty young lady met with a plane crash. She ended up on her knees before me, groveling and begging for mercy.
"John… take me. I’m your slave."
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