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Tessa and Raymond’s marriage was never about love, it was convenience, appearances, and expectations. Raymond, with his conventional charm and striking handsomeness, was admired by everyone, but his heart was never fully hers. He had always been drawn to Danielle Green. He claimed she was just a friend, but Tessa knew better. Every secret outing, every hidden smile all carved wounds into Tessa’s heart, leaving her feeling invisible in her own marriage. The tipping point comes when Tessa stumbles upon a post online, a wave of public scolding aimed at her for supposedly breaking the home, for being the obstacle to Danielle. In a blaze of frustration and humiliation, she serves Raymond divorce papers. But instead of freeing her, Raymond refuses. He offers her silly, manipulative terms to meet him, seduces, and taunts her, proving he will never let her go easily. Fueled by a mix of rage and determination, Tessa begins to reclaim her power. She finds herself drawn into a complicated dynamic with Derek, Raymond’s best friend, a man with his own history of tension with Raymond and secret feelings for Tessa. The attention stirs something in her: attraction, validation, a hint of revenge. It ignites a spark Raymond cannot ignore. For Raymond, it is only the beginning. The thought of losing her shook him to the core. He begins to fight for her in ways he never has, even as his love twists into jealousy and obsession. When Raymond finally drops the mask, revealing the man beneath the arrogance, the man terrified of losing her, Tessa is forced to ask herself the question she swore she’d buried: Can love truly be reborn in the depth of hate, or is his devotion just another chain designed to keep her bound?

BLURB Imagine the shock and heartbreak I got when I found my husband in bed with my bestfriend. It had been the greatest betrayal of my life, but it didn’t end there. I thought I would just divorce him and leave him for good. But I’m bound to him by a contract. But Dylan, my husband isn’t done dealing with me yet. My husband wants an open marriage. A marriage where he can freely sleep around. And me? His little innocent wife—who has never thought of cheating— is left wondering how that leaves her. But I’m done being the loyal wife. The wife who doesn’t talk back or even entertain other men interest. **** After one night with a stranger who makes her come apart under his finger multiple times in one night, and turns out to be her father in-law, Denver swears on her entire life to stay in the marriage and take revenge on her husband until he is on his knees begging to sign the divorce papers. After the first touch, Horace is obsessed with Denver, and his two most powerful friends are captivated too, and all three want to possess Denver while teaching her how to destroy a man like Dylan. Denver came into the Cross family as a quiet and obedient wife, but she will make sure she leaves as the wicked little wife whom they never saw coming. AN MFMM ROMANCE

Content Warning: This story contains mature themes intended for adult audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ***** The Manhood Diaries is an unfiltered secret collection of male confessions: raw, intense, and deeply personal. Told through the voices of different men, each story peels back the layers of masculinity to reveal desire, vulnerability, power, and hidden truths rarely spoken aloud. Through their experiences, the book explores manhood from within: the struggles, the secrets, the passions, and the contradictions. Bold and unapologetic, it offers a gripping look into the private worlds men live but seldom share.

Damian’s c^ck slammed deeper into my throat while Zavian thrust his fingers harder into my dripping cunt, forcing me to take every inch like the bad girl I was becoming. My toes curled, body thrashing, while I cursed myself for loving it…Yet, I am still taking them both like the bad girl they have made me. * It should have ended the night I met Damian. But he walked back into my life as my stepbrother… this time, he didn’t come alone. He brought his most hated brother. My mother has just married her high school lover after thirty years apart. I shouldn’t be with her, but it was the only way to bring my dreams to life. Damian and Zavian were two worlds apart—one cold, hot, and brooding; the other sweet enough to melt any heart with just words. Amidst all of this, we were supposed to be nothing more than siblings. But the Delgado brothers were dangerous, and everything I couldn’t resist. They fought and competed for everything—and my poor, broken self was no exception. For the first time in their lives, they finally agreed on something and it was to share and unravel me while fighting to win my heart. I shouldn't want one, let alone the two…But why choose… when I could have both Delgado brothers? * High sexual content. Rated 18+. If you live for smut…. then you have found a home.

On my way to work, I came across a livestream from an influencer who posted about her relationship, tagged at my company’s location. She was talking about her office romance with the CEO of a major corporation. But wasn’t the CEO of her company my husband? I clicked on her profile and saw that it was full of wedding-prep posts. The man never showed his face, but his build looked almost exactly like my husband’s. So I left a comment in the livestream: “I heard the CEO of Gibson Corporation has been married for a long time. So what does that make you...?” The streamer muted me, then instantly burst into tears. “The internet isn’t lawless. If you keep spreading rumors and calling me a mistress, I’m calling the police.” Her fans immediately swarmed me. “You’re probably the other woman yourself. That’s why your mind went there.” “I checked her profile. She’s some woman in her thirties. She’s obviously jealous because the streamer is young, pretty, and has a rich, powerful boyfriend who dotes on her.” “The account’s brand new. She’s obviously just a troll.” I tried to say more, only to realize I had already been kicked out of the livestream, and my account had been reported until I couldn’t even log back in. I stared at the proof of our marriage in the drawer for a long moment. Then I raised my hand and smacked my sleeping husband awake. “Exactly how many wives are you planning to have?”

He almost never texts me first, and in person he barely says a word. In three years together, he's never remembered a single anniversary, and he's never once suggested we celebrate a holiday. But the second I message him first, he lights up, all "baby" this and "baby" that, fussing over me, coaxing me to sleep. Sometimes I'd get this strange feeling that there were two different Noahs. His explanation was that he was just bad with words face-to-face, and that texting or voice notes felt like less pressure. I kept telling myself that being together meant meeting each other halfway. He was quiet and reserved, so I'd be the one to reach out. He forgot anniversaries, so I booked the restaurant and reminded him to keep the night free. He had no time to schedule our engagement shoot, so I handled the whole thing with the studio myself. He was too busy with work to help us move, so I packed everything alone, booked the movers, and got it all done. When I was so worn out I was about to break, I'd send him a voice note, and he'd say, "I'm so sorry, baby. The lab was insane today. I couldn't be there for you, and it kills me to watch you run yourself into the ground." Hearing how guilty he sounded, all my hurt just melted away. And that's how I carried three years of this relationship on my own, running on the flawless tenderness he only ever gave me online. Until today, when I found a program on his laptop called Boyfriend Assistant. It analyzed every message I sent and generated the perfect reply, the perfect response, every single time. Cold snap? It sent: Bundle up, baby. Time of the month? It pinged an API and auto-ordered hot chocolate to my door. All those late nights he spent "working," the gentle voice notes that lulled me to sleep, every one of them was synthesized in Noah's voice. For three years, the person who'd been there for me, day and night, was never Noah at all. For three years, I'd been performing a one-woman show.