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The Italian Lesson Romance

Unexpected Romance: Love $ Hustle

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)
Miss_Behaviour · 800.4K Views

Romancing The Heavenly Demon

From the modern age, Namgoong Mir reincarnated into the chaotic land of the Murim. Born into an affluent martial arts family. Being the youngest son of the Murim’s Sword God and the most favorite grandson of the Murim Alliance’s leader. People would think that he is ecstatic that he’s now living the life of every martial arts geek in the world, but reality sucks, no matter what time and space you’re in. In the world where: -There’s no tissue paper to wipe your ass. -The mode of transportation is so bad that one’s brain ends up a scrambled egg on every ride. -There are not many entertainment materials to cure boredom. Namgoong Mir is in the middle, scratching the walls out of frustration. The martial arts world of Murim is no fun for games-loving, computer-addict otaku like him! This is why, for years, he spent his time fumbling on things and trying to recreate the brilliance of the modern world in this backward martial arts-centered world. The figureheads of the Namgoong family have nothing much to say about their eccentric youngest member. They just let Mir go and do his thing. Aside from their strong familial love for the young man, they benefit from Namgoong Mir’s creation as a whole. That is until Namgoong Mir created a start-up that would potentially ignite in the entire Murim. “I’m going to create a tabloid newspaper and our first target: the Heavenly Demon of the Sky Demon Cult.” The following day, a tabloid paper was circulating throughout the central plains. The eye-catching headlines concern the most powerful sect among all the demonic cults. “What is this? The Heavenly Demon is impotent?!” “The Divine Demon Martial Arts strips the user’s sexual desire as they reach their peak level of mastery. Is that true?” The entire land of Murim is boiling due to the unprecedented gossip that Namgoong Mir’s tabloid caused. Of course, the creator is happy with his success because he finally triggered the excitement of the Murim. But little did he know, this caused him to be kidnapped by the Heavenly Demon himself. “Did you just say I am impotent? Do you want to personally prove that?” The Heavenly Demon asked Namgoong Mir as he towered over the latter, naked and in full glory.
Imsuperberbs20 · 395 Views

The Man of My Bitterest Lesson

Seven years have passed since Emma last saw the man who once held her heart. Bright Alejandro Anderson—her first love—was a prince, a symbol of everything she once believed in. But the moment he walked away, leaving her broken and betrayed, she swore she’d never let love consume her again. Now, Prince Anderson is back. As a key figure in royal affairs, he forces Emma to confront a past she’d buried deep. With every word he speaks, with every glance he gives, Emma is pulled back into a world she tried to escape. The man who broke her heart is now begging for forgiveness, claiming he would kill for her, that he would never leave again. But can Emma ever trust him again? Can love truly be resurrected from the ashes of betrayal, or will it burn them both alive? #secondchance #getingbacktogether #slowburn #diplomacy #kingdombuilding #enemytolover --- (Setting: 19th Century) Seven years had passed since Emma last saw Bright Alejandro Anderson—her first love. Emma had almost succeeded in living her life normally. She was doing fine. But that man resurfaced in Emma's life as Prince Anderson, who led the royal legal affairs team. He not only appeared in Emma's life but also forced her to look back. To revisit memories she desperately wanted to forget. For Emma, Bright, aka Prince Anderson, was the most bitter lesson in her life. From him, Emma learned never to trust anyone. Not even God. ~~~ Emma's tears flowed, voice cracked and pained, "Even if I were to die," her despair remained, "I'll hate you forever, it's only fair. Don't come to my funeral, don't you dare, set foot at my graveside, expect no embrace, Don't ever anticipate my heart's forgiving grace. I'll spend my days, my bones, in hatred's grip. A love once cherished, now a sinking ship. ~~~ "I've just killed someone with my own hands. Ah, this is how deep my love for you is, Emma. I would kill for you, and you've just witnessed it with your own eyes." ... "I'm here... don't be scared... this time I'm not leaving you, unlike before when I left you." ... "I was stupid. I am sorry. I regret it with every breath I take. I wish there was a way to turn back time to fix the past. But despite everything I can do, I can't. So, I sincerely apologize, even though I know I don't have the right to do so." !!!Explicit adult content above chapter 100 and will be informed at the beginning of the chapter. Please refrain from accessing the chapter if you are underage. Thank you.!!! another works: - Undressed by The Half-beast Prince - Wolfdale: Blood of the Moon - Mafia Princess: Raised by Wolves - Slayer Knight: Survive The Undead
Tizzz · 496.5K Views

His Naughty Lessons

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ] “Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.” Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy. Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life. What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes? -------------- Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned! -------------- Sneak Peek: He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told. Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”
Witchhazel · 1.4M Views
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