Novels by I_nightshade

Isa's POV“What?” Courtney yelled, slamming her hand on the dining table so hard the plates rattled. I was crashing at her place for the night, curled up on her couch in an oversized T-shirt, biting my nails like a nervous teenager. My eyes darted around the room, unable to settle.It still felt unreal. Mr Moniz like Ciro Moniz, had actually offered me ten million dollars to let him fuck me in front of my husband. The words kept replaying in my head, filthy and bold, making my stomach twist.“Was it still possible to keep working as Tia’s private chef after this?” My heart hammered wildly against my ribs. One wrong move and I could lose everything, the job, the money, my dignity.Courtney leaned forward with her beautiful eyes wide with excitement. “Isa, think about it. That’s a good thing. Ten million dollars would solve all your problems. House rent,

Isa's POV“Girl, I am so damn happy for you,” Courtney’s voice crackled through the phone. “That sorry excuse of a man humiliated you in the worst way. Fucking another woman in your own matrimonial bed? Screw him. I hope the divorce papers hit him like a speeding train.”Instead, I tilted the half-empty bottle of red wine I’d saved for two weeks and poured the last of it into my glass. It tasted slightly bitter now, but I drank it anyway. Anything to dull the jagged edges of the memory that kept replaying in my head.I was still in the Moniz mansion, even though my shift had technically ended hours ago. I should have gone home. But home wasn’t home anymore. It was just a house stained with betrayal.Six months. That’s how long I’d survived as the private chef for little Miss Tia Moniz, impossibly picky only daughter of billionaire Ciro Moniz. 

Soren’s POVThe best part about Evelise wasn’t even her pussy though that was fucking addictive. It was her completely. The way she used her tongue, her hands, her mouth, that desperate yet hungry expression on her face whenever she had my cock between her lips. I could fuck that mouth and cunt from sunrise to sunset and still not get enough.But right now? This moment was pure satisfaction.Evelise was on her knees in front of me, completely naked, her face and tits still covered in my cum and her own juices.She moved like a starving whore, licking every inch of my spent cock clean with her tongue. She sucked the head into her warm mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she cleaned our fluids off me, gagging softly when she took me deeper.“Fuck… that’s it,” I murmured, threading my fingers through her hair. “Clean your son’s cock

Evelise’s POV.I stepped out of the huge marble bath, water cascading down my naked body in rivulets. My skin was flushed from the heat, still tingling. Mira and two other maids Soren had personally assigned to me quickly draped a sheer white robe over my shoulders.The fabric was almost transparent, clinging wetly to my curves, my hard nipples clearly visible through it.Before I could even tie the lace, a deep, familiar voice echoed through the bathing chamber.“I learnt you asked for birth control.”I gasped sharply, instinctively wrapping my arms over my chest to cover myself. My heart slammed against my ribs. It was strictly forbidden for any man even the King to enter the Queen’s bathing chamber while she was undressed.Yet here he was.“My lord, you shouldn’t be here,” Mira said

Evelise’s POV.Soren’s thrusts became more brutal and more desperate. He was fucking me like a man possessed, slamming his thick cock up into my pussy while holding me tightly against his chest.“Fuck— I’m going to cum,” he growled against my ear. “I’m going to fill this cunt with my seed.”I moaned brokenly, still shaking from my orgasm, my walls fluttering wildly around his throbbing cock.“Yes— please—” I whimpered, completely lost in the pleasure he was sending me into.Soren’s grip on my hips tightened almost painfully as he buried his face in my neck, sucking hard on my skin.“That’s right, Mother. Beg for your son’s cum. You want me to breed this married pussy? You want me to pump you full until it’s dripping down your thighs?”

Evelise’s POVSoren rose from between my legs. His mouth and chin were glistening with my juices. Without giving me a chance to recover, he grabbed my waist and roughly flipped me around on the throne.“On your knees. Ass up,” he growled.I obeyed instantly, kneeling on the royal seat and bending forward, gripping the back of the throne for support. My ass was raised high, back arched like a whore presenting herself. The sheer red robe had fallen completely off my shoulders, pooling around my elbows.Soren stood behind me and kicked my knees further apart, spreading me wide. His large hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them roughly.“Fuck, look at this pretty ass,” he groaned. “All mine.”I felt the thick, heavy head of his cock rub up and down my soaked slit before he lined himself up with my entrance.

The warm water rippled and lapped softly against the tub as the midwife leaned forward, her hands guiding the slippery and squirming newborn into Tiffany’s trembling arms. A thin towel was pressed gently into her palms with instinct she gathered it around the small body, pulling him protectively against her chest. A sharp cry pierced the room. Tiffany’s breath hitched, her whole body trembling as tears swelled and blurred her vision. She lifted her gaze to Kai, her lips shaping around the words, shaky. “It’s a boy.” For a moment, Kai couldn’t move. His chest rose and fell as if the sound of that small voice had stolen air from his lungs. His eyes shimmered, wet with unshed tears, and his hand lifted to his mouth as though to hold in the flood of emotions threatening to escape. The midwife’s voice broke through the haze. “We need to clean her up... do you want to hold your baby?” Kai swallowed hard. His voice failed him, but his nod was enough. A smile cracked across his fac

Kai suddenly pulled out, his cock slick and hard, leaving Tiffany clenching around nothing. She gasped at the emptiness, ready to protest, but then his hands spread her ass apart, exposing her completely to him.“Kai—” her voice broke, half-plea and half-shock.He bent low, his breath hot against her swollen, trembling folds, before dragging his tongue up the length of her slit, slow and deliberate. Tiffany’s legs nearly gave out.“Oh, fuck!” she cried, her palms slapping against the counter for balance.Kai groaned into her, the taste of her arousal flooding his mouth as he licked deeper with his tongue circling and teasing. Then plunging inside. He spread her wider, savoring every slick sound he drew from her body."Love," he rasped against her, before sucking her clit into his mouth, hard enough to make her jerk forward.Her moans spilled freely. Her hips grinding back against his face, desperate for more. Her thighs trembled. The pleasure was so sharp it bordered on unbearable. “D

THREE YEARS LATER.Kai dropped his keys onto the side table with a quiet clatter, the sound swallowed immediately by the hush of the mansion. He shrugged out of his jacket, shoulders heavy from the day, and loosened his tie as he moved through the stillness. The silence wasn't the kind he’d grown used to, an empty house, an evening wrapped around solitude, but Tiffany had told him earlier she would be out.In the shower, steam rose around thick and hot as the water drummed against his skin until his thoughts blurred into a humming drift. It was almost enough to dissolve the ache of the hours behind him. Kai pushed open the bathroom door, toweling his hair, when a sound cut clean through the quiet. A breath wrapped up in a suppressed giggle. His pulse hitched, and he froze. Then came a thud from downstairs then and nothing. Kai cinched the towel at his hips, ears straining against the silence, before tugging on a pair of shorts and following the echo down the hall. Light spilled

The helicopter blades slowed with a heavy thrum, the downdraft whipping Tiffany’s veil and sending loose strands of her hair wild around her face. The tarmac glistened faintly under the late evening lights, where a sleek jet waited for them.The door slid open, and Kai got down first, ready to offer his hand. But Tiffany didn’t wait.With a reckless and breathless laugh, she leapt into him. Her legs curling around his waist and arms clinging to his neck. The sudden heat of her body pressed into him, and Kai held her firm, his hands instinctively gripping her thighs.Her lips found his immediately, hungry, claiming, every ounce of restraint abandoned. The taste of champagne clung to her kiss, fierce and intoxicating. She breathed against his mouth and her voice husky with possession.“You’re mine,” she whispered, nipping at his lower lip before diving back into his mouth.Kai groaned into her kiss, his body tightening, his grip possessive. On the edge of the tarmac, beneath the thun

"Today’s headline has everyone talking: billionaire and CEO of Winson Corporation is tying the knot with none other than Tiffany Halton, his longtime girlfriend who is also his former wife. Unlike their previous union, the couple has chosen to hold a formal wedding ceremony, which is drawing significant public interest. The event, however, will be kept highly private. Sources indicate the ceremony will take place in New Zealand, Halton’s dream destination, though the exact venue has not been disclosed. No images are expected to be released, and both family and friends have maintained strict confidentiality. The occasion remains an intimate gathering, attended only by those closest to the couple." *******"I can't believe you're getting married. You're actually doing this. You owe me a million dollars for helping you let Kai into your life again. What do I call you now? Mrs Winson?" Noami said with a small laugh, walking into the bridal suite. The bridal suite was hushed, touched

The hours dragged like years. Tiffany sat curled with her palms pressed together in silent prayer. Every sound from the swinging double doors made her jolt, but it was never for her.Finally, a doctor stepped out, peeling off his gloves. Tiffany shot to her feet.“Miss Halton?” he asked.“Yes—yes, I’m here. How is he?” she blurted, her words trembling into the air.The doctor exhaled slowly, eyes flicking to Mr. Nolan before settling back on her. “The bullet missed his heart by less than an inch. He lost a great deal of blood, but we managed to stabilize him during surgery. The wound tore through muscle and grazed the rib, but there’s no permanent damage to his organs. He’s weak, but he’s alive.”Her knees buckled with relief, tears breaking free. “Thank God… thank God…” she whispered, clutching her stomach as she sobbed.Mr. Nolan’s jaw flexed, but he released a shaky breath, eyes closing briefly as if he too had been holding it all in.“He’ll need time,” the doctor continued. “We’ve

JENETA’S POV."Stay. You don’t have to leave, just give me some time… please," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.The tenderness in his voice and the warmth of his lips against my skin made something inside me flutter dangerously. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to melt into that kiss and forget everything Nonso had planted in my head. But the doubt was still there.I pulled away gently and stepped into the living room, my bare feet silent on the cool marble floor. Sasa was already there."Good morning, Mrs Maynard," she greeted with a small bow.I forced a smile, though it felt fragile. "Good morning. Has… Jinhai gone to work?""Yes, ma’am."I nodded, glancing around the space. "Thank you. Um, I won’t be having breakfast at home." My eyes flicked to the large clock on the far wall. It was a few minutes past noon. "Lunch, I guess.""Mrs Maynard, Mr Maynard wanted me to inform you that your family will be arriving soon."My steps faltered. "That won’t be necessary. Ha

JINHAI’S POV.“Are you done?” I asked, my voice low and strained as I placed her gently against the dresser table. Her teeth finally released my shoulder.She mumbled something incoherent against my neck, her breath warm and ticklish. “Don’t drop me.”“Now you care about that, but you bit me,” I replied, half-amused. But she had already gone completely silent, her body going limp as she rested heavily on my shoulder. “Jenny?”She hummed lowly, the sound vibrating against my chest.I sighed, the weight of the night pressing down on me. Then came a knock at the door, followed by the insistent ringtone of Jeneta’s phone.“Enter,” I called, lifting her off the dresser and carrying her toward the bed.Lina walked in quietly, holding Jeneta’s bag and phone. She extended the phone toward me. “Sir, you need to see this.”I placed Jeneta carefully on the bed, pulling the blanket over her before standing and walking over to Lina. As I got closer, I saw the caller ID clearly. Nonso.I took the p

JINHAI’S POV.“No! You can’t be…” Jeneta giggled drunkenly, then leaned in again, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper against my ear. “Lemme tell you a fact… my husband is the demon.”“A demon?” I asked.She pulled back abruptly, slapping a hand over her mouth, eyes widened. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”I took a deep breath, staring at her flushed face. At least the apology felt real, even if it was soaked in alcohol. For a fleeting second, it eased the knot in my chest.But then she leaned in again, her hand trailing boldly over my chest, fingers playing with the buttons of my shirt. “He would kill you if you came home with me…” she whispered, her breath warm and sweet with liquor. Her eyes met mine, hazy. “He’s very scary. Run with me.”I stared at her blankly.Run.The single word sparked something dangerous inside me like a twitch of pure and possessive anger that made my jaw clench and my blood heat. Run? Away from me? It shouldn’t affect me this much. She was drunk. She

JINHAI’S POV. The car rolled to a stop in front of the mansion. Chen opened the door, and I stepped out into the cool evening air. “Jeneta?” I asked immediately, my voice rough as I looked at Sasa standing by the entrance. “Mrs Maynard isn’t back yet, sir,” she replied calmly. I scoffed, rolling my eyes hard. Never in my life had a woman thrown this kind of attitude in my face. My patience was thinning by the second, fraying like a rope pulled too tight. The truth was, I had forgotten most of what had happened the night before. I remembered being with her but everything after that had gone blank. I had woken up alone in an empty room, half of her belongings missing. They told me she had gone to a hotel. Sweet of her to think she could actually leave me. Maybe she needed space. Fine. But it had been a whole day now, and I was dangerously close to snapping. Close to storming that hotel, throwing her over my shoulder, and dragging her back home. I took a deep breath

JENETA’S POV "Good morning, Ma'am. What would you like to have?" Sasa asked politely as I walked into the kitchen, still wrapped in my robe. I scanned the sleek, sunlit kitchen without really seeing it. My mind was miles away, replaying every moment from yesterday on an endless loop. Nonso’s words kept echoing in my head. “Jinhai doesn’t love you. He’s only using you for his personal gain. Have you ever wondered why he married you so suddenly? Are you that blind?” The questions gnawed at me, stirring up doubts I had tried so hard to bury. One conversation with my ex-husband and my entire world felt like it was tilting again. “Jinhai?” I finally asked, turning my gaze to Sasa. “Mr Maynard stayed in the guest room last night, ma’am. He left early for work this morning.” “Work?” I repeated, confusion and exhaustion mixing in my voice. “It’s Sunday.” “I am not sure, Mrs Maynard. I only pass on what I have been informed. We don’t dare ask further.” “Thank you, Sasa,” I said quickly

A month had passed since I left Nonso. Only a few days since I became Jinhai’s wife. That night, I sat alone in the living room of the Vancouver mansion, my old phone trembling in my hands as I powered it on for the first time since the divorce. After everything, I had sent my parents a single message saying I was fine and asking them not to reach out. But Nonso, I had given him no warning at all. He didn't deserve it. The moment the phone connected, messages flooded in, long paragraphs from cousins, texts from my parents, and several from the man I once called husband. I stared at the screen, tears already welling up. Suddenly, the phone began to ring. Nonso’s name flashed first, then another call came in from Obimdinachi. I picked up with a silent sob, refusing to speak. “Jen?” Obimdinachi’s voice was soft and filled with concern. I cried quietly, shoulders shaking. Everyone had judged me so harshly. They judged me for leaving a good man, for not enduring whatever wickedn