A bonus chapter for the gifters. Thank you all!
Adele~ Even though they believed me, I'd still get the backlash for getting in between Mia and Detroit, knowing those two had been unofficially offered to each other since childhood. I bit my finger, fighting the urge to scream. Her voice somehow managed to cut through my spiraling mind again, a fake angelic smile plastered on her face. “...because Adele has been such an important part of our journey. The details will be…” I choked on air. Important part of what journey?! My jaw dropped. The audacity. The absolute villainy. This woman had rewritten history and made me the supporting actress in her fairytale. “I absolutely cannot have her as a co-wife. Not even a concubine or a mistress!” “Who are you not allowing as a mistress?” Detroit appeared, a black shopping bag in one hand, while his injured hand tucked inside his pocket. “Are you going to marry Mia, Detroit?!” I barked at him. Okay, he'd explained he wouldn't. I mean, it was obvious he wouldn't. I knew that all of t
Adele~ Okay, I was overthinking. There was no repercussion, just furrowed brows and nagging on how I'd gotten too ‘thin’ and ‘unhealthy’. And wanted me to eat more and relax my body and mind. He said I was dangling between large and medium in a week, all the way from XL, and that was crazy. Okay, to be honest, Ethan’s situation wasn't the only vacuum that sucked up my fat. The stress of meeting deadlines before the open week festival was the first catalyst, but I wasn't going to tell Detroit that. Considering how much fussing he was doing right now, he might just close down my resort or place someone else as a temporary CEO. “Fine, I admit I'm just a little stressed and tired, but I promise you, I’m fine. Look,” I twirled, jumped, and threw myself onto the bed, bouncing up like I was auditioning for a mattress commercial. “See? I didn't pass out. I'm perfectly healthy!” I declared, my hair flopping over my face in a way that definitely did not scream grace or elegance. Layi
Adele~After how Detroit treated me last night, I decided it was high time I took proper care of myself, otherwise, I might just end up suffering through another vibrator punishment instead of getting my husband’s dick. And that, in my humble opinion, was absolutely unfair.Besides, the child I wasted my fat and sleepless nights on, was just as he was before the accident — ungrateful and blind.Ethan might be feeling like he's five when actually he was seven, still, a month old baby could get on their mother's nerves, let alone a seven year old like Ethan.So, after waking up, I didn't rush off to check on him. I decided to listen to my husband and do other things…like real meaningful things, which meant I had to return to work.After getting dressed, I looked in the mirror and my brows furrowed. The dress I wore felt like it was passed down to me. Except it didn't look worn. No, far from it – it was sparkling new. And it was size before I lost weight. I knew I'd lost weight, but nev
Adele~Don't court death when you can't handle what comes after. I'd tempted the devil, when he gave me chances to shower, go to bed, and rest. But how could I not do such a thing? Would you see your husband return home after days of being apart and just, what—shower and go to bed, when his sight made you horny? I'd seduced him when he wouldn't take the green lights I was flashing. But if I had known, I would have obeyed him when he was still trying to be a decent human. Because, tell me why my dear husband had a wardrobe filled with outfits he apparently bought for me, and those things — yes, those toys, the type that got me weak and unable to walk well the other day?And now, I have a vibrator inserted inside me. He warned me not to take it off, said I could clean it and insert it back, otherwise, my punishment would be more severe.As for the remote, it wasn’t some cheap little plastic controller. No, trust Detroit to design his own torment. The remote was built into his phone.
Detroit~ “You look tense and… tired,” Adele said softly, her eyes searching his face as if she could peel away the walls he so carefully built. Detroit’s lips twitched, not quite a smile. “Am I?” “Yes.” She nodded, “Your shoulders are stiff, your jaw is locked, and you’re trying too hard to look like nothing’s wrong.” For a moment, he didn't speak, as if trying to school his expression. Then, he clicked his tongue. “You notice too much, Adele,” he muttered, lips curling, yet he couldn't form a spotless smile. Not with the numerous thoughts eating deep into his sanity. “You're my husband,” she countered, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his waist. “If I can't read a thing or two about you, then what good am I as your wife?” Detroit chuckled softly. These days, whether it was genuine or not, he laughed to hide storms from her. Just like right now. His hand rested on the small of her back, “The air is cold, come,” he said, guiding her back into the room. “You're
Detroit~He watched the bathroom door slam shut behind her before dragging his gaze toward the balcony.The city stretched before him, glittering under the night sky. Chaotic, restless, and alive. Much like the woman who had just stormed away from him.He stepped outside, the cool air brushing against his skin, tugging at the edges of his shirt. His injured palm throbbed from the pull and push from earlier, but the sting didn’t matter. Pain was so familiar to him that he was already used to it. His phone had been vibrating in his pocket for a while now, reason he sent her away to shower. Now alone, he pulled out his phone and called back. It rang a few times before the other side answered. He didn't need to speak much, just a curt, “hello” was enough to make the other side start talking. “Boss, madam wants to know about her identity. Looking into it, her files were encrypted with a triple-layer firewall. It is government-level protected,” the voice reported, hushed like someone mig