LOGIN“Why is Elara always better than me?” The night before her wedding, Hannah Graham vanished, leaving behind a bitter note blaming her sister, Elara, for her death. Damon Blackwood, the cold and powerful CEO of Blackwood Corp, lost the woman he loved—and in his rage, he married Elara instead. Not out of love. Out of hate. For five years, Elara lived in misery. Damon ignored her, let his family humiliate her, and made sure she never forgot she was unwanted. She stayed only for their daughter. Then Hannah came back. Alive. Smiling. And with a son she claimed was Damon’s. Overjoyed, Damon turned his back on Elara completely. He gave all his care to Hannah and the boy, while Elara and her daughter were left to suffer. Even when Elara begged him to believe their child was sick, Damon’s words cut her to pieces: “You’re disgusting, Elara. Using our daughter just to get my attention.” Broken, Elara signed the divorce papers. On their fifth wedding anniversary, she said her final goodbye. But tragedy struck when her car went off a cliff, mother and daughter…gone. Too late, Damon realized the truth: He had fallen for the woman he swore to hate… and destroyed her with his own hands.
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The chattering of glass did not faze me as I looked at the beautiful, attractive, and seductive woman in front of me dressed in transparent lingerie.
Her red hair packed in a ponytail, her lips painted with a deep red lip gloss. She was in a six inch stiletto, her hands running down her waist to her hips, walking seductively close to me, making sure to bite her lips once in every moment.
I shivered when I felt the hardness of my mini me poke through my pants. How can she make it so hard without touching me? "Fuck!" I muttered, why were the bad things more pleasurable than the good things?
"So daddy," Marenda whispered seductively when she got closer to me, resting her palm on her shoulder.
"Fuck" I cussed when she referred to me as daddy, she knew what she was doing, whenever she wanted it hard and fast and hot, she called me names that makes me go very hard.
"How many of you are of your service?" She asked, whispering in my ears before twirling her tongue around my earlobes.
I placed my hands on my waist, holding onto it tightly, moving her extremely closer to me. She gasped from my action but smirked when her face came in contact with mine.
"I like when you handle me roughly daddy," She deadpanned, placing her index finger in between her lips, twitching her eyes in a seductive way to get to me which she successfully has gotten.
"What do I do to you?" I whispered, twirling my fingers around her face before finally placing them on her chin.
"We could start with this, you know," She stated before unbuttoning my suit jacket, taking them off me, she proceeded to my pants. She went on her knees, unzipping my pants, she captured my dick through my underwear making me groan.
"Lil master gets bigger every time, don't tell me, my pussy makes them grow," She wiggled her brows playfully with a smirk on her face.
I chuckled lightly with her boldness, there was nowhere I'd ever get rid of her. "I'm sure, your slicky lickable and sumptuous pussy keep getting more stretched by Lil daddy," I retorted cockily with a smirk.
"Then let's see if my mouth is able to contain," She teased, pulling my dick out of my pants, staring at it, she licked her lips.
"Daddy, give me the pleasure to treat you right," She whispered to me, our eyes staring at each other as if doing an eye contest.
"The honour is all yours," I retorted and in an instance, she twirled her tongue at the tip of my dick. I held myself from making a sound, letting her use her mouth to do wonders.
I slammed Marenda back lightly at the wall of my office, inserting my dick into her in an unexpected way. She moaned. "I like when you go hard on me daddy!" She deadpanned claiming my lips in a nanosecond.
I thrust in and out of her hard and fast knowing well she wouldn't make a damn noise considering we were in my office. She rolled her eyes to the back as she couldn't contain the pleasure I gave to her and the fact she couldn't moan out loud like she did whenever we were in a room.
"Fuck!" I cussed as I felt myself reaching climax. "I'm coming daddy," She whispered, holding onto my shoulder tightly.
[Elara]Once we reach the mansion, the guard helps me carry Damon to his room.“Thank you,” I say, and he nods, offers a brief smile, and leaves.I look down at the mess of a man lying on the bed, unable to understand why he would do this to himself. It’s not like Damon to drink himself into oblivion. In the last five years, he’s only done this a few dozen times—and every single time, it was because he missed Hannah too much.I take a deep breath, trying to ignore the pain rising in my chest.Perhaps it was wrong of me to come between them. Not that I chose this destiny myself—it was forced upon me too. All I did was accept it with a happy heart and open arms.To become Damon’s ideal wife, I gave up everything that
’[Elara]I’ve already fallen asleep when my phone starts ringing, too loudly to ignore.I rub my eyes and check the caller ID, frowning when I don’t recognize the number.“Who could this be at this hour?” I murmur as I answer and bring the phone to my ear.“Hey, Elara? Is that you?” a male voice says. I blink a few times and check the time again.“Yes? How may I help you?”“Oh, no need to be so formal. I’m Harry—Harry York. Damon’s friend. He came here tonight and ended up drinking too much. I would’ve dropped him home myself, but I have an urgent flight I can’t miss. Could you do him—and me—a favor and pick him up? He didn’t bring a driver.”Of course, he didn’t. I roll my eyes.“Call Hannah. She’ll be able to pick him up. I can’t leave Cora alone.” She needs me more than a grown man who can’t even decide how much he should drink to stay steady on his feet.“I did,” he says before I can hang up. “But she’s not answering. I think she’s already hit the hay.”Of course she did. Just my
[Damon]The door shuts loudly behind me.Did she just… kick me out?The audacity!? I groan, running a hand through my hair.“Fuck!” What the hell am I doing? What the hell is even wrong with me?Did I really just barge inside and question her about having an affair?I feel so stupid now that I’ve calmed down. If there’s one person in this whole world who would never betray me, it’s Elara. She’s the one person whose whole world literally revolves around me. Even when I was at my worst, she took it all with a smile.She never questioned me, never made things difficult for me, never gave me a reason to doubt her devotion to me and our marriage.Then why? Why did I think she would be cheating on me? Why did I simply assume the worst and accuse her without a single piece of evidence? Sure, there was that picture Hannah showed me. But a picture is barely proof. Why the hell did I get so worked up over it?Why did I—I close my eyes, breathing out slowly.Perhaps I’ve been too busy lately, o
[Hannah]The anger on Damon’s face is worth watching.He looks like he’s barely holding himself back from punching someone.How I wish that face were Elara’s.Too bad—Damon would never hit her, even if she were the shittiest person in the world. He might have slapped her once, but that’s the most he’s capable of. How boring.With his fingers clenched tightly into a fist, he whirls around, gets into the car, and drives away almost madly.I simply watch him, ready to enjoy the show that’s about to unfold.If there’s one thing Damon hates more than anything, it’s being betrayed and cheated on. That was the very reason I had to leave him on the day of our wedding. If not for me getting pregnant by Rick before Damon and I were married, I would have happily enjoyed the perks of the Blackwood fortune. Too bad I had to leave. Otherwise, Damon would have found out the truth and made both my life and Rick’s a living hell.If there’s anyone who knows how to hold a grudge, it’s him.Anyway, I sav






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