His Heartbroken Surrogate
For two years, Cara Stone and her husband, Henry, have struggled to have a baby. Desperate, she turns to artificial insemination, using Henry's sperm in the hopes of becoming a mother. The plan works and she becomes pregnant. On the day she's to break the news to Henry, she comes home and finds him in bed with someone else.
But the surprises don’t stop there. When Cara discovers that the fertility clinic she used had accidentally switched the sample, she learns that the child growing inside her isn’t Henry’s—it belongs to Wesley Morano, a notorious billionaire playboy and Mafia Don. Wesley, not ready to settle down, had secretly provided his genetic material, needing a surrogate to carry his heir.
Reeling from the shock, Cara’s life takes another unexpected turn when Wesley offers her a formal contract to keep the baby—and pay her handsomely for doing so. As their arrangement deepens, Cara is pulled into Wesley’s dangerous world, where every step she takes puts her unborn child at risk and her life on the line.
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Chapter: Chapter 160She was fire—and she knew I was the one already burning.Nico murmured something at her ear. She smiled, then laughed, tipping her head back. Her throat exposed. His hand too close to her spine.She flicked her gaze toward me—barely a glance. Then turned away.My jaw tightened.“Jesus,” Cooper mutte
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Chapter: Chapter 159WESLEY's POVI arrived fashionably late, as expected. A calculated move—enough to rattle Mona and remind the rest of them I only appeared when I damn well pleased. Cooper flanked me in silent formation, his eyes sweeping the grand marble entryway like a soldier entering enemy territory. Technically,
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Chapter: Chapter 158But it wasn’t until I felt the sudden presence at my side that I knew the temperature had dropped.Wesley.He didn’t say a word, but the silence around him roared. He was dressed in his usual sharp lines and shadowed intensity, but something about him now was coiled—tightly held fury barely hidden b
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Chapter: Chapter 157CARA's POVThe zipper hissed softly as I adjusted the back of my dress, smoothing the fabric over my hips. The satin clung like a second skin, emerald green and deliberate—just enough modesty to pass as elegant, just enough curve to command attention. I glanced at my reflection, tilting my chin slig
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Chapter: Chapter 156I stood, calm and controlled.“She’s neither.”Mona’s eyes gleamed as she closed the last of the space between us. She was close enough that I could see the scar near her collarbone—the one she kept visible on purpose.“She should be one or the other,” she whispered. “Soon. Because people are watchi
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Chapter: Chapter 155WESLEY's POVThe hum of the servers was the only sound that didn’t piss me off tonight.I leaned against the edge of the control desk, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the monitors. Grainy footage from every inch of the estate flickered across the wall—shadows passing through halls, staff rotations logge
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Rough Play (A MLM Sports Romance)
This novel contains explicit sexual content and depictions of violence. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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College rugby star Andre Williams only has one rule: win at any cost.
It is how he stays the golden boy, how he keeps the Bay Tigers on top, and how he keeps his life clean enough to survive the season.
Then Richard O’Reilly arrives.
No one seems to know where he has come from, only that he is too good, too calm, and too threatening to Andre, who until now has always been the one on top. Richard is not just talented at rugby, he is mysterious and hard to read. He keeps his past sealed up tight because he is hiding something that could blow his life apart.
Andre has built his whole life on control. The first time Richard appears, Andre realizes control is not as solid as he thought, and it could slip.
It starts as a cutthroat rivalry.
Then it turns into obsession.
And the obsession grows into a hunger neither of them can explain or control.
Rough Play is a slow-burn sports romance about two enemies, one brutal rivalry, and the kind of tension that does not stay on the field.
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Chapter: 36 (Ha!)Richard's POVThe forest moved past in the specific silence Andre had enforced since the hunt started.I kept my eyes on the map and the ground and didn't try conversation again. Andre found coins fast, three in the first twenty minutes, tucked at the base of marked trees, each one dropped into his pocket without a word. I found two. We were functional together in the way two people could be functional when they agreed to treat each other as equipment rather than people.It almost worked.The path forked.I studied the map. The right fork matched the grid coordinates for the next marked zone, elevation lines, distance, angle from our entry point all tracking clean."Right," I said."Left."I held the map out. "The coordinates say right.""Left runs parallel to the stream," Andre said. "Easier terrain, faster movement.""Faster movement in the wrong direction.""I've been navigating terrain like this since I was a kid. The map's a suggestion, not a mandate.""The map is literally the ma
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Chapter: 35Andre's POVThe next morning, the coordinator read the pairings out one by one.I was standing at the back of the group with my coffee going cold in my hand and my eyes on the treeline and my body still carrying the unfinished business of last night like a second kit bag. I had slept eventually. Badly. With my hands very deliberately at my sides."Williams," the coordinator said. He looked down at his clipboard. "O'Reilly."I stared at him.He moved on to the next pairing without looking up.I stood there with my cold coffee and looked at the side of his head and waited for some part of this situation to improve. It didn't.The activity was a treasure hunt. Hidden coins scattered across a mapped section of the forest, pairs from different programs working together to find them all. The coordinator explained it with the specific enthusiasm of a man who believed deeply in the bonding power of structured outdoor activities. He talked about cooperation and communication and the value of b
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Chapter: 34 Andre's POV"We are never speaking of this," I said.Richard looked at me in the dark for a moment. Said nothing. I decided to take that as agreement.We walked back through the trees separately. Not together, not side by side, just two people heading in the same direction who were not acknowledging that they were heading in the same direction. The clearing appeared through the trees and I kept my eyes forward and I did not look at Richard and I especially did not look at the destroyed shirt hanging off his shoulder and the expanse of his chest catching what was left of the moonlight.I was not looking at that.I got to my tent. Unzipped it. Got in.I lay on my back in the dark and stared at the canvas above me and knew immediately that I was not going to sleep.Richard's chest was burned into the back of my eyelids with a specificity I had no precedent for. I had seen it for maybe forty-five seconds total. The adrenaline of the bear, the dark, the torn fabric hanging off one shoulde
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Chapter: 33Richard's POV"Black bear," Andre said.His voice was low and controlled. I did not feel low and controlled. I felt like a man standing in a dark forest in shorts who had followed a sound with a stick and ended up here."Okay," I said. I said it to the dark in front of me because I was still facing the trees and the growl had come from somewhere very close and I was not ready to move any part of my body in any direction."You know what they say about black bears?" Andre said."I don't know anything about black bears," I said. "I'm from a city.""If it's black, fight back."I turned my head just enough to look at him sideways. "That's your advice right now.""That's what you do.""Every nature documentary I have ever watched says don't engage," I said. "Stay still. Stay low. Don't make yourself a threat. Wait it out.""That's grizzlies.""I am not confident enough in that distinction to bet my life on it.""O'Reilly." His voice dropped. "Don't be a little bitch on me now. Not after eve
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Chapter: 32Richard's POVI stood at the tree line and could not move.Andre was at the bank, chest still wet, water tracking down his dark skin in slow lines that my eyes followed without permission. His shorts were dark blue and sitting low on his hips and clinging to everything they covered and it was immediately, uncomfortably obvious that there was nothing underneath them. The fabric left nothing to the imagination and my imagination didn't need the help anyway given that I had just watched him stroke his cock in a lake for the past several minutes and gotten hard doing it.I swallowed.I thought: I thought I'd put all of this behind me.I didn't examine what I meant by that. I didn't have time.Andre looked at me. Then at the stick in my hand. Then back at my face. His expression moved through something before it settled."Why are you here?" he said.My mouth was closed. My lips were pressed together and my brain was producing nothing useful and all I could think about was the lake and the
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Chapter: 31 Richard's POVI didn't move.Every rational part of my brain was telling me to turn around. I came out here with a stick because I thought it might be a bear. I found this instead. The correct response was to leave.I stood at the tree line and looked at Andre Williams standing in a lake in the dark and I did not leave.On the pitch I had always filed Andre as physically built for the game. Shoulder width. Core strength. The kind of body that told you what kind of contact you were dealing with before the first whistle. I had kept that information exactly where it was useful and categorized and did not require anything else from me.That was the pitch.This was something else entirely.From the bank, in the dark, with nothing between us except water and thirty feet of quiet, I could see all of it. His back was broad and deep brown, the kind of brown that caught even the faint moonlight and held it with a warmth that the water around him simply couldn't match. The low light moved acros
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