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The morning sun was just starting to peek through the thick village trees, casting orange streaks across Lona’s bedroom window. But Lona’s mood was running much hotter than the morning air. She’d been standing in front of the mirror for nearly thirty minutes, making sure her look for the day was nothing short of lethal.Lona had gone to town on her school uniform. She’d hemmed her grey skirt until it sat a good five inches above her knees, leaving her toned thighs completely exposed with every step. Her white shirt was a size too small, the buttons straining against the weight of her firm, heaving chest."Lona! Get down here! Daddy’s waiting in the car!" Bella shouted from downstairs.Lona flashed a wicked smirk. She spritzed a sweet, provocative vanilla perfume over her neck and down her cleavage before grabbing her bag. When she got downstairs, she saw Revan standing by the door, adjusting his luxury watch. He was wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off

The atmosphere in the dining room was warm—well, at least for Bella. The glow from the crystal chandelier danced across the neatly set porcelain plates, and the rich scent of wagyu steak and red wine filled the air. Bella sat at the head of the table, absolutely glowing, her hand tightly gripping the rugged hand of Revan—the man who was now officially her husband.Lona glided down the stairs, her movements a calculated blend of grace and pure provocation. She was wearing a red satin slip so thin it was basically a second skin, and so short it barely skimmed the curve of her seat. Since she’d skipped the bra on purpose, every step caused her firm chest to bounce subtly beneath the silk."Sorry I’m late, guys. I got a little carried away picking out a perfume," Lona purred, her voice thick with a fake, spoiled sweetness.Bella looked up and beamed. "It’s okay, sweetie. Come sit. Your Daddy looks like he’s starving."Lona pulled out the chair directly across from Revan. She sat down and

The marriage registry office wasn't exactly packed that morning, but the air inside felt like it was boiling to Lona. She stood beside her mom, Bella, who looked breathtaking in a cream silk blouse. Bella kept fussing over her hair, looking restless and giddy, like a teenager on her very first date."Lona, do I look okay? Not too much?" Bella asked, checking her reflection in her phone screen for the hundredth time.Lona just rolled her eyes, leaning her curves against a marble pillar. She’d worn a tight, soft pink knit dress on purpose today it barely covered a third of her thighs. Every time she moved, the fabric clung to her body, drawing hungry stares from every man walking by."You look fine, Mom. Relax, he's not gonna run away," Lona said lazily. "Where is he anyway? It’s past the time. Maybe he’s having second thoughts about being Husband Number Five.""Shush! Don't talk like that. Revan is busy; he said he had a quick thing at the office. Ah, there he is!" Bella’s voice hit a

The campus canteen was sweltering that afternoon, but the corner table under the cherry tree stayed cool, mostly thanks to Lona’s loud, infectious laughter. She sat perched sideways, showing off her long, toned legs in a tight, pastel mini-skirt. Beside her, Noah was busy twirling the ends of her blonde hair, leaning in to press shameless kisses against her shoulder."Serious, Lon? Number five? Is your mom trying to start a football team or what?" Sarah, Lona’s best friend, shook her head in disbelief while sipping her iced tea.Lona let out a soft, breathy laugh—the kind that sounded playful but carried a sharp edge of mockery. "I know, right? Mom says this one is different. Apparently, he’s younger, 'fresher,' and most importantly... supposedly gorgeous."Noah, who had been distracted, stopped what he was doing and frowned. "Younger? How young? Don't tell me he’s our age, Lon. I’m not down to have a father-in-law who still spends his nights playing Mobile Legends."Lona pinched No

Lona knew exactly what she was working with. Standing before the full-length mirror in her room, she admired herself, tracing the curves that had blossomed far beyond her years. Her firm chest was a defiant invitation, while her hips sloped perfectly into a tight, rounded seat. To her, beauty wasn't just a trait—it was a weapon, and her mother’s revolving door of marriages was her personal battlefield.Stepfather Number One was a stiff businessman who crumbled the moment Lona accidentally spilled juice down his crisp white shirt. "Oh, I’m so sorry, Daddy... let me clean that up for you," she whispered, dropping to her knees between his legs. Her slender fingers began circling his thigh with a slow, provocative rhythm. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy with temptation, the tip of her tongue darting out to wet her crimson lips. A single, hot breath against his ear was all it took; her mother had the divorce papers signed just a few days later.Stepfather Number Two was even easier.