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WHATEVER IT IS, I'M DEAD
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Billionaire's Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead Am I A Criminal For Falling In-love?
Everybody knows about House Fanning’s abstinence rule, which is why the internet always fusses big time on a Fanning woman’s marriage.People joked about the rule, creating memes to satisfy their bloody humor. If only they knew what really happened behind the formal facade. Anyways, it’s not as if they care, seeing as they are fucking applauding and cheering to the announcement of my death—that I can’t help but laugh at.“Let’s keep moving,” I tell the driver while wiping tears off my face.The media wanted a scapegoat after my sex video was posted. They wanted something fun to look forward to. My father provided them with just that by making this goddamn video. Who knows what political shenanigans is going on behind the scenes; what dirty secrets they’re trying to hide by getting the mass distracted. And who knows whose body is being burnt in place of me? I don’t know if this is my father faking my death or someone has just fucked with their orders and got me out. Whichever one
Billionaire's Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead MELLOW FANNING LUPIN IS DEAD
A harsh ringing in my head says I’m fucked. Too fucked. My back aches so bad, and where I’m lying on feels moist and hard, carrying a metallic musky smell that leaves me heady.Opening my eyes, I find the place is dim and foggy. But it doesn’t mean I don’t see the little pools of water at different spots on the floor, which are probably from the drops leaking through the ceiling.I try to sit up with a groan. Large space full of undecipherable stuff. Metals walls. Ceiling made of iron rods. This is no other than a warehouse. These bastards fucking brought me to another warehouse? What now? Will they dig my grave here and bury me alive? Or will they set the whole place on fire?My escape is in front of me though—an ajar door letting in harsh sunlight. I could run and get away from all this. Who knows if this is my one chance to live.I cough as I get to my feet, dragging the latter toward the entrance before something catches my attention. There’s a floor-length mirror with a missin
Billionaire's Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead WHATEVER IT IS, I'M DEAD
MELLOW.They say time flies so fast. But, to me, a minute seems like a day of lingering pain. Thunder bolts and lightening ruling at my top, agony and inferiority sinking below.I was in the cube box before I suddenly blacked out. Waking up now, I find I’m in a new space. The walls are an unblemished cream, yet it’s the crystal clear ceiling that catches my attention.I don’t know how it was built. It looks like a dragon inhabits it, and the fiery paint splashed across it in the shape of many dancing swans is the creature’s proof of its wrath.As I hear footsteps approach from the hallway, I only notice where I am. This isn’t my home, though the design can only be a Lupin house. It isn’t Mama Tia’s either.Did Zeath bring me to one of the Lupin’s other buildings that he inherited? Because I’m certain he won’t bring me to his mom’s or his brother’s.“Hi, Melon,” East’s voice comes through the open door. I sit up to find him standing there—the ever dumb man with the demeanor of a mafi
Billionaire's Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead ZEATH'S POV
ZEATH.“How about Yolie?” Mellow asks, her soft and pure eyes divulging all that there is in her mind. Fear. She’s terrified—of me, of what I could do. If only she knew what really awaits her; and it’s not the divorce papers she may be expecting. Of course, she’s going to live each day thinking I may serve her divorce papers. But she won’t see what’s coming.“I… will take care of her…” I couldn’t complete that sentence. I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise now, would I?She keeps looking at me with innocence in her eyes. But maybe it’s why I despised her in the first place. I’ve not always inclined to those who look guiltless. No one is ever not guilty—that’s what I think. And I hate it when some people can mask their sins. Yolie has a mild face, her attitude however says different. Unlike Mellow, she shows what she really is. But if anyone told me Mellow would do what she did to her, I wouldn’t believe, as her pure looks are deceiving, as well as her character.Arriving at my ma
Billionaire's Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead SOME SHARDS FOR MY HEART
Zeath pats my head, letting me rest my jaw on his palm. He remains silent as he stands properly with me in his arms before heading outside the warehouse. It’s dark already, and there are slight traces of a storm. Hopefully, it won’t meet us while we’re still down here.“Up there, what do you see?” Zeath jerks his head upward, and I squint my eyes into the dark to stare at the glass windows.“Our matrimonial… room?” I respond hesitantly.Zeath huffs a smile, looking at me. “You’re shaking. How do you feel?”I didn’t know about that. But… “Optimistic,” I say anyways. The man cocks his head before I whisper, “scared.” That’s pure honesty. I am scared.He draws his face close and pecks my lips. “I want you to keep your eyes above you.” He jerks his head toward the windows again. “I have an encouraging surprise for you.”Zeath gently lets me stand before leading me into a small glass cube attached close to the warehouse exit. When he tries to walk away, I hold him by the arm. “How abou
Billionaire's Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead BREATHE, MELLOW
“Oh, boy. It’s punishment to hold back, don’t you think?” I drawl, taking cautious steps toward Zeath. Standing in front of him, I slowly unbutton his shirt before closing in to kiss his chest. “I need you to succumb to your pleasure...” I blow the sleeping hairs on it. “...and mine.”Zeath grunts as I struggles to take the shirt off his ripped torso. He’s looking down at me through narrowed eyes charged with temptation. And now his bare body, the sweat rolling down his tan skin, coupled with the defined muscles of his face and neck, would sooner drive me mad with lust.Or they already have.My hands cup his face like tiny strokes on a beautiful stone, feeling his soft stubble down to his long neck. His collarbones are clear-cut. They give way to his broad shoulders, arms, forearms, and thick wrists, which I grab.“Will you derive comfort by doing it yourself?” I ask.Zeath moves his left hand while my right fingers still clasp around the wrist. He slides it into his boxers, and I wa
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