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Two Can Play

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Original title: Two Can Play

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My husband was sleeping with my best friend behind my back for six months.Six months of roses. Six months of 'you are my everything' while he was making her moan his name.I trusted him with my whole heart.He handed it to her like a cheap gift.So when Dominic Ford showed up with rage in his eyes and proof in his hands, something in me snapped.And in that broken, dangerous place, a sinful idea was born."An affair," I told him, meeting his gaze. "Real. Raw. Dirty. No strings. No limits. We give them exactly what they deserve."He studied me for a long, slow moment.Then he pulled me close as he whispered."When do we start?"Dominic Ford touched me like he was trying to ruin me for every other man.He succeeded.He took me apart, piece by piece, night after night, until I was shaking and screaming and begging for more... and when morning came I was crawling back for everything he gave me the night before.This was supposed to hurt them.It was never supposed to feel this good.It was never supposed to feel like home.Now our cheating spouses are on their knees, right where we wanted them.But Dominic is looking at me like the plan just changed.And God help me, I don't want to walk away either.We agreed. No strings. No feelings. Just revenge.That was the deal.We lied.---WARNING: This story contains explicit scenes and two broken people who find each other in the most sinful way possible.

Original fiction. Characters and events are invented.

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### Chapter 1: Chapter-1

Let him get the shock of his life. When it was time for lunch, Dominic refused to hear a word about restaurants. "I'm cooking for you," he announced, shrugging out of his jacket as we walked into the house. "One of your favorites. Non-negotiable." "You don't have to..." "I want to. Sit. Look

Mom went silent. Then she unbuckled her seatbelt without a word, climbed out, and stood in the driveway staring up at it. "Whose house is this?" she whispered. "Yours." She turned to me slowly. "Mine?" "Yours, Mom. I bought it today. The paperwork is done, and this time it's in my name." "

Julian has been arrested for gassing my mother, almost killing her, and for other crimes too. Just you wait. You and this bitch will join him as accomplices. And your first charge will be selling Mom's house, not just to an enemy, but doing it without her knowledge or consent." His face drained of

CELESTE Julian and Seraphine were now working in concert to fool the single biggest idiot of the century. Felix hadn't even needed to be recruited. He'd probably volunteered, tripping over himself to hand his sister's enemy a house, all for the woman currently standing in his doorway in borrowed

CELESTE I leaned against the doorframe and watched Dominic buckle his watch, already dressed, already moving like a man with a list of people to ruin. "Stop staring at me like that," he said, without turning around. "Like what?" "Like I'm dessert and you've already eaten." "You are desser

When it got dark and her mother had gone to bed, I sat on the edge of our bed. Celeste was lying on her side, staring at the wall. "Are you okay?" I asked softly. "Do you maybe want to talk to someone? Maybe a therapist?" She sat up slowly, and when she turned to me, there were tears running dow

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### Chapter 2: Chapter-2

Let him get the shock of his life. When it was time for lunch, Dominic refused to hear a word about restaurants. "I'm cooking for you," he announced, shrugging out of his jacket as we walked into the house. "One of your favorites. Non-negotiable." "You don't have to..." "I want to. Sit. Look

Mom went silent. Then she unbuckled her seatbelt without a word, climbed out, and stood in the driveway staring up at it. "Whose house is this?" she whispered. "Yours." She turned to me slowly. "Mine?" "Yours, Mom. I bought it today. The paperwork is done, and this time it's in my name." "

Julian has been arrested for gassing my mother, almost killing her, and for other crimes too. Just you wait. You and this bitch will join him as accomplices. And your first charge will be selling Mom's house, not just to an enemy, but doing it without her knowledge or consent." His face drained of

CELESTE Julian and Seraphine were now working in concert to fool the single biggest idiot of the century. Felix hadn't even needed to be recruited. He'd probably volunteered, tripping over himself to hand his sister's enemy a house, all for the woman currently standing in his doorway in borrowed

CELESTE I leaned against the doorframe and watched Dominic buckle his watch, already dressed, already moving like a man with a list of people to ruin. "Stop staring at me like that," he said, without turning around. "Like what?" "Like I'm dessert and you've already eaten." "You are desser

When it got dark and her mother had gone to bed, I sat on the edge of our bed. Celeste was lying on her side, staring at the wall. "Are you okay?" I asked softly. "Do you maybe want to talk to someone? Maybe a therapist?" She sat up slowly, and when she turned to me, there were tears running dow

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