How Did Mr. Grant Become So Popular?

The night before my wedding, I caught my fiance, Liam, in bed with my best friend. That really sucked. So, as revenge, I slept with Liam’s boss, Jethro.After getting pregnant with Jethro’s child, I coerced him into taking me as his wife. Alas, life as a trophy wife wasn’t as expected. I decided to call it quits, but Jethro squashed that thought and declared, “Serena Hart, you are mine. Forever.”

"On your knees, princess. You’re going to take every inch like the greedy little girl you are." "Yes, Sir… please ruin me. I’m yours." ** My Pleasure, Sir: An Erotic Collection. Raw, filthy, and dripping with dominance. These scorching stories deliver hard, commanding lovers, eager submission, soaked thighs, and rough, breathless encounters that push every limit. For mature readers only. Get ready to surrender.

Lily Christian’s former lover had cheated on her, resulting in five wasted years of their relationship going down the drain. Her former lover and his new b*tch even conspired to take advantage of Lily Christian, so what else could she do besides make them pay for what they did and reclaim everything that belonged to her? It was time for payback!A man wrapped his arms around Lily Christian’s waist as he instigated, “Honey, you’re being too soft on them. Why don’t I buy you a bulldozer so you can run them over with it?”Lily Christian was shocked, yet from that moment on, with the man’s help, she began to plan her revenge.

I failed my university's mandatory physical education class, but I didn't want to go for the training. Uncle Grant came and helped me, but I only did a few squats, and I could already feel my chest hurting so much. I fell right into Uncle Grant's arms, and I said, "No, I can't do this, Uncle Grant… Do you have any sports bras…?" My uncle's breathing became rapid, and he said, "Let me help you, Carmen." I didn't expect that the way he helped me was to use his hands to correct my posture from the front. As he squatted alongside me, it was only getting faster…

Abigail was pinned on the wall by a strong man, and she felt a sharp pain in her arms. “Let go of me. You are hurting me.” Tears started accumulating in her eyes, but she still stubbornly looked at the man’s eyes in a challenging way. The man leaned over her. Their faces were inches away, and his hot breathing was fanning on her cheeks. There were many emotions in his deep green eyes which Abigail couldn’t decipher. After a span of silence, Charles opened his mouth and said, “You are not going anywhere. You are now mine; mine to love, and mine to torture.” ………….. Charles Shaw is the assistant of Aidan Thompson, the CEO of Thompson’s and Co. But he eventually turned out to be the heir of a multi-billionaire business empire. While working under Aidan, he encountered Abigail Mills, the fiancee of Aidan. Abigail loved Aidan for five years, and she always dreamed to be his wife, but Aidan treated her only as a trophy to be decorated in his house. She was gorgeous, perfect to be the daughter-in-law of the Thompson family. He was a workaholic, never had time for Abigail. Whenever she asked him to accompany her, he sent Charles in his place. Initially, Abigail hated Charles. She didn’t want his face, but Charles couldn't refuse his boss, and he quietly followed Abigail, despite his unwillingness. Eventually, they both started developing feelings for each other but never expressed it. Meanwhile, Charles learned about the conspiracy of Aidan against Abigail. He wanted to tell her about it, but before that, he was stabbed and burnt to death by Aidan and his men. Everyone thought that he died, but he came back after one year with a new identity to take revenge.

When Iris loses everything due to her father’s reckless decisions, she’s forced to leave behind her old life and move into the home of her dad's mysterious childhood friend, Jackson Kim. Expecting nothing but discomfort in an unfamiliar place, Iris instead finds herself drawn to the quiet charm of their new home and dangerously captivated by the man who owns it. "Who was the guy who dropped you off today?" he asked when I stopped giving him any attention. I ignored him as if I hadn’t heard. "I’m asking you something," he pressed, clearly irritated by my silence. I said nothing. He’d had enough. Grabbing my shoulders, he spun me around to face him. His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and intense. I caught a flicker of jealousy in them and somehow, that made me feel a little better. "I said, who is the guy?" he demanded again. I held his gaze for a few seconds before replying nonchalantly, "Someone my age. Didn’t you tell me to find someone my age instead of going after a man yours?"