Billionaire's Stolen Bride

“Why are you acting like this?!” Zaria, who was at the corner of the room, shouted in anger and confusion. The man in front of her breaks everything in the room before throwing a glass towards her, shattering against the wall. Her husband, whom she married only a year ago, is acting wildly. “Is that why you wanted to come to the associate party? Ha!” He grabbed a handful of his hair before looking at his afraid wife. “What–” Zaria tried to talk. “You cannot fool me,” he growled in anger while walking towards her. She held her breath as he got closer. He wrapped her hand around her neck and tilted his head. “You’re scaring me, Clyde…” she whispered in a slow and soft tone. “Cronous Fauler,” he answered while leaning against her ear. “Why are you mentioning–” He let go of her neck and stepped away. He composed himself, fixed his suit and tie, and walked to the door. “Finish getting ready. We’ll be late,” he said in a calm tone before walking out of the room. Only this time, Zaria

Zaria suddenly woke up with her head pounding, unsure about where she was. There was a faint light coming from the lamp on the nightstand behind her while everything else was pitch black. She tried opening her eyes more and almost jumped out of bed. “C-Cronous?!” she shouted and tried pushing him away. Cronous’ body was against her, his arm wrapped around her waist, and his sleeping face formed a slight smile. He opened his eyes slightly and gazed down at her, who was trapped inside his arms. “Hello, beautiful,” he whispered in a baritone voice, lower than his usual tone. Her face flushed as she felt hot at the moment. “Why are you here?” she said before fully pushing him away. He cleared his throat, sat down, and leaned against the headboard. “You’re in my room, I should be asking you that,” he said with a smirk. Zaria shot up from the bed and tried to look around. He opened the lights with a remote and she finally saw where she was. She stared into nothing, until she finally reme

“Ugh… that's it, right there…” she moaned under him while he pounded his manhood into her wet hole. She gasped, moaned, and screamed as he pounded faster. “Deeper, a-ah!” He could feel her pussy’s tight grip on him, not wanting to let go. Their bodies collided making wet and loud sounds, mixing liquids as they went harder. “F-f-uuck… I can't anymor..e..” she struggled to say. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it tightly. Her ass hitting him as their bodies collided together. “You dirty little slut,” he whispered, running out of breath, his sweat dripping down his body. The shape of her back makes his dick harder just by caressing it. Her pussy engulfed his hard dick, sucking him in and squeezing him dry. Her voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning. “A-ah… please…” she begged, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as he rubbed her pulsing clitoris. He pulled his dick out and she groaned. She was about to complain when he suddenly flipped her over, revealing her

ZARIA stared at the brand new phone, still sealed in its box, that was placed on the table. The latest model is worth at least a thousand dollars and she got just that. “You need a new phone so that… you won’t be tracked,” Sebastian explained with a bit of hesitation and she sighed. “I can’t pay for this,” she replied before pushing it towards him. He shook his head and pushed it back towards her. “Courtesy of the master.” He smiled and gestured for her to open it. Instead of backing off, her pretty face turned into a frown before leaning back. “If he wants to ‘gift’ me something, he can do it himself,” she replied with a slightly annoyed tone. Sebastian scratched his graying hair slightly. It’s been a long time since he dealt with a woman’s complaints, which was the last mistress of the mansion. “Is this about your argument last time?” he asked, her eyes glared at him before looking away. Zaria slightly shifted in her seat and did not answer. He pulled the chair in front of him a

“Good afternoon, Mr. Fauler. Thank you for inviting us to your lovely home,” the woman greeted with delight as she scanned the surroundings. She follows behind her boss while eyeing all the expensive and extravagant furniture.“We may talk in the living room,” he answered coldly. Strangely, the woman feels familiar like he has seen her somewhere. She has honey blonde hair and brown eyes, her tone condescending and annoying. “I was informed you would be coming alone, Mr. Laz,” he added before sitting down across the pair. Mr. Laz was wearing a brown business suit, his graying hair slightly visible. Cronous’ eyes gazed before the woman and eyed her from head to toe. She who noticed his gaze smiled flirtatiously while tilting her head. Mr. Laz chuckled and nodded his head. “This is my secretary, I needed her along for my trip abroad so I figured in bringing her. Her name is Carmen Anderson,” he introduced and Cronous suddenly remembered who she was. The woman who interrupted them in t