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Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 169 — CHATÊAU CLAIRE
ASTRIDClaire is apparently not worried that she crashed a press conference that was not organized for her.She claims the stage with sassy confidence that has my fingers inching with the urge to fling her into next week. By her hair. “Why, hello, little sis.” She waves at me with an excited smile. “Thank you for having me.”I don’t bother hiding the animosity that threatens to choke me. I fold my arms, angling my head with a look of pure disdain.“First of all, I am not your sister. Second, no one wants you here. Leave.”There’s a long list of people that I suspect of the wine disaster. Claire is among the top ten. She pouts, her brows diving together in a fake sad expression.“Such fierce anger. I heard what happened. Accept my… condolences on the destruction of your company. It’s quite sad that you’d have to start all over again.” She pats my wrist. It’s a one-second touch but it feels like I’ve been doused in flames.“Anyhoo, I know you can do it.”I have no idea what her real
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 168 — THE CHAIRMAN’S SPEECH…
ASTRIDI look at the sea of unsmiling faces, fighting not to blink at the merciless camera flashes that sting my eyes. Earlier, the police department assured me that this was a private press conference and I would only be entertaining questions from ten reporters. Imagine my surprise when I arrived to meet over seventy reporters and various news stations and blogs already waiting, armed with recorders and microphones.They were rude and unforgiving with their questions. But not for Silvan’s bodyguards, I would’ve been mobbed.“Mrs. Machiavelli, Is it true that your company used shortcuts that endangered human lives?!”“Can you tell us why you would deliberately incorporate a solvent as dangerous as Diethylene Glycol in your products?!”“People claim that your true intention was to poison the affected and use their souls for money rituals! Is true, Mrs. Machiavelli. Are you part of a soul-eating cult?!”“You have the nerve to look so pompous! You should be ashamed that you’ve been ex
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 167 — MOMENTS OF DISASTER…
ASTRIDThe past few hours have been a complete disaster.So far, we’ve recorded nothing less than one hundred and fifty-two lawsuits from different restaurants and private individuals combined. We’re being sued for a total amount of fifty billion dollars in damages. The news of the contaminated wine spread like wildfire, and the Machiavelli name is currently being dragged through a very thick layer of mud. The Winery has been insulted, castigated and even canceled by influencers, critics and the entirety of social media at large. But we all came to one conclusion during my brief meeting with the family this morning — Diethylene Glycol is not part of our ingredients. We have been sabotaged. Someone is definitely messing with us. But who?I only allowed myself to panic for the first five minutes. After that, all I felt was anger, and the persistent itch for revenge.Exactly thirty minutes later, it was time for action. My father and our entire family entrusted me with the affairs of
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 166 — THE SCANDAL…
ASTRIDThe others must notice my shocked expression because all conversations cease and they’re all staring at me with expectant eyes.Behind me, Silvan has gone rigid. He strokes my bare shoulders and whispers; “who is it, baby? You do not look okay. Let me talk to them.”Without thinking, I pass the phone to him, remaining frozen while he speaks to Thea.“Calm down and tell me what happened… okay then. Hold on…Michael, please turn on the TV.”Michael scrambles from his chair immediately, “right away, sir.”A few heartbeats later, the ginormous dining room TV is on and we’re all paying rapt attention to a blonde-haired newscaster.“…reports say that there’s been no official feedback from the company, but customers are reacting rather negatively to all the wines that were sent out by the Machiavelli winery this week…”Collective gasps of shock flit across the room.I’m frozen, wondering if I heard right. “…a five-star restaurant in The Bronx claims that so far, over ten of their pat
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 165 — SOMETHING’S WRONG…
ASTRIDThe past two days have been nothing short of a fairytale. I mean, everyday spent with my gentle giant feels like a fairytale. But for the past two days, I was convinced that I’d been transported to heaven on the first class section of a luxurious cruise ship.No, we did not travel to a fancy destination or book a suite in the best hotels. We stayed right here, cozied up and comfortable in my bedroom. After Silvan almost fucked away my last remaining brain cells the first time, I did suggest that we return to the Bloomsbury Tower, seeing that was our official home. But he suggested we stay right here. And it was the best decision ever.I only left my bed to use the facilities, brush my teeth and take baths. Silvan made sure we were properly fed. And by that, I mean he went downstairs, whipped up delicious meals and served us in bed. He loves cooking and refused my offer to help every single time.Since it was technically still part of our honeymoon which was originally supposed
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 164 — ORGASMS AND DAYDREAMS.
ASTRIDWe settle into a slow rhythm, my face buried in Silvan’s chest while his fingers grab my buttocks, lifting and thrusting my quivering pussy on his cock like I weigh nothing.“So tight,” he moans, “so wet. You’re just perfect for me, Angel.”I let out an incompressible mewl and bite my bottom lip harder when he hits my cervix for the umpteenth time in the past five minutes.The atmosphere is heated with the flames of our chemistry; and the squelching sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh bounce across the room. The strong, heady scent of sex hangs thick in the air. Sixty seconds later, I’m ready to explode.I grow restless on Silvan’s lap, angling my pussy to take more of his slippery cock. Soft, vanilla sex was never my preference. I love it hard and bordering on painful.Sensing what I want, Silvan buries himself to the hilt and rolls his hips, grinding his groin across my sensitive labia. Hot, thirsty moans drip from my mouth like a desperate prayer. I sink my finge
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