로그인POV: LorenaJulian looked at me with eyes dark with desire, a mischievous smile on his lips. "I like your ideas," he whispered, his voice hoarse and full of passion.I didn't wait any longer. I grabbed his collar and pulled him toward me, kissing him wildly. Julian responded to my kiss with equal fervor, his hand reaching for my waist and pulling me onto his lap."I missed you," I whispered between kisses. "I missed this.""Me too," he answered, his hands starting to explore my body. "Every day I miss you."I sighed when his hand found my breast, squeezing it gently but firmly. I had already taken off my bra, and I could feel the direct touch of his fingers on my skin."You're so soft," he whispered, his thumb circling my already hardened nipple. "I never get tired of feeling you.""Julian..." I moaned, my head falling back. "I want to feel you. I want to feel all your love."Julian didn't answer with words. Instead, he lifted me and carried me to the bedroom with quick steps. He laid
POV: LorenaVictor's words stabbed me like a knife. I stood before him, trying to hold back the anger boiling in my chest. But I wouldn't let him see me weak. I had been a victim for too long, a victim of Damian, a victim of cruel comments, a victim of judgment from people like Victor."I came here because Julian is my husband and I love him. I came here because I care about you, Victor. Even though you never considered me family, I still consider you part of my life."Victor snorted, but I continued."I know you lost Damian. I know it hurts. But blaming me, blaming Julian, won't bring Damian back. It won't change what happened. The only thing you can do is accept reality and start to heal.""You don't know anything about my pain," Victor said."Maybe I don't, but I know the pain of being abandoned. I know the pain of being loved half-heartedly. I know the pain of never being considered enough. And I know one thing, Victor. That pain won't go away by hating others. That pain will only
POV: LorenaI stood in front of Victor's large house with mixed feelings. This house used to feel like a second home to me, a place where I spent time with Damian, where I celebrated holidays, where I felt like I was part of the family. But now, this house felt foreign and cold.I took a deep breath, trying to gather my courage. Julian didn't know I came here. I didn't tell him because I knew he would forbid me. But I had to do this, for Julian, for our family, to try to fix what could be fixed.I pressed the doorbell, and after a moment, a maid opened the door. The woman looked at me with an uncertain expression."Mrs. Lorena?" she asked, a little surprised. "Does Mr. Victor know you're coming?""No, but I need to talk to him. Please tell him I'm here."The maid nodded and walked inside, leaving me at the doorstep. I waited with my heart pounding, unsure of what would happen next.A few minutes later, Victor appeared at the door. His face was hard, his eyes cold, and his expression s
POV: LorenaThe morning after that passionate night, I woke up with a smile on my face. My body felt sore in places, but it was a pleasant kind of pain, a reminder of Julian's intense love. I turned, looking for my husband's figure beside me, but the bed was empty.I heard Julian's voice from the bathroom, and I smiled. I stretched, enjoying the sensation of muscles still remembering last night's activities. Then I heard something that made my smile disappear immediately.Julian's voice was talking on the phone, and his tone was tense, very tense."I don't care what Victor says, Clara. He's wrong. Damian committed a crime, and he has to take responsibility." There was a pause, then Julian continued, "I know Victor is angry. But that's not my fault. I didn't imprison Damian, I just reported the crime he committed. The law imprisoned him."I sat up in bed, listening carefully. My heart pounded. Victor was cutting ties with Julian? I knew their previous argument had been tense, but I did
POV: Lorena"Aaahhh...! Damn it, Julian...!" I screamed as he thrust deeper from behind. "Oh God...! Right there...! Don't stop, you bastard...!"Julian laughed low, his hoarse voice making me even more aroused. "You like that, don't you, you bitch?" he whispered in my ear, his hand reaching for my hair and pulling it gently but firmly. "You like it when I fuck you from behind like this?""Yes...! Hell yes...!" I could barely speak, every thrust making me lose my mind. "Fuck me...! Fuck me harder, you bastard...!"Julian fulfilled my request, his movements becoming faster and more brutal. I felt every inch of him inside me, filling the emptiness I had been feeling. I had never felt so alive, so complete."You're so wet," he hissed, his hand squeezing my ass hard. "I can feel how much you want me. How much you need me.""I need you...!" I cried out, my body starting to shake violently. "I always need you, Julian...! I'm nothing without you...!""You are everything to me," he whispered,
POV: LorenaAfter William fell into a deep sleep in his room with the nanny watching over him, Julian and I finally had some time for ourselves. We stood in the master bedroom, the room's lamp only dimly lit, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere.Julian stood in front of me, his eyes looking at me with desire. I could feel the tension in the air, something we hadn't felt in a long time. After all the chaos with Damian, after all the family drama, we both needed this, a moment to reconnect, to remind each other why we fell in love."You look so beautiful tonight," Julian whispered, his hand reaching for my waist and pulling me closer. "I never get tired of looking at you.""You always say that.""Because it's always true." Julian leaned down, kissing my neck gently. I drew a sharp breath, feeling the sensation spread through my body.His hand moved to my back, finding the zipper of my dress. Slowly, he pulled it down, and the dress fell to the floor, leaving me only in my underwear.
Two weeks later.The courthouse stood tall with its classic European-style architecture. Its white marble pillars seemed to have witnessed thousands of divorces within its walls. Today, another one would be added to that long list.My divorce.Today I wore a simple black dress. Not too tight, not t
I could barely feel my feet touching the ground as I walked out of the Mendoza Corporation building. My head was still spinning, replaying every word that had come out of Julian's mouth."You're not ugly, Lorena. I'm one of the men who likes curvy women."What did he mean by that?Impossible.He wa
The Mendoza Corporation building towered over the city's main business district. I stood in the magnificent lobby with mixed emotions. Nervous, afraid, embarrassed, but also desperate because I had no other choice.I didn't come to see Diego.I came to see his uncle.Julian Mendoza.I had only seen
Three days had passed since Diego threw those divorce papers in my face.I woke up, walked into the bathroom, and stared at the mirror.The woman in front of me looked unfamiliar. Puffy eyes with dark circles underneath them. Messy hair that had not been brushed for days. Pale skin from barely seei







