LOGINAraceli.I stood in front of Matvei’s sports car, biting my lips while waiting for him.When I walked away, I was very sure I could hear him behind me… but when I got to the parking lot, I didn’t see him anywhere.I leaned against his car, my eyes searching around, wondering where he had disappeared to.My mind kept wandering back to what he said about fulfilling his husband duties.I knew I wasn’t playing my part well… but he already had people to do all of that for him.So what could I do?What could I do to fulfill my part?I rubbed my head, trying to think, frustration building slowly in my chest.Then I paused.I just got a new phone.Sonia said she would teach me how to use it…So maybe I could browse the internet… and find out what other wifely duties I could do—something no one else could do for him.My legs started aching from standing too long, a dull pain creeping up my calves, so I pushed myself off the car and began walking back into the restaurant to see what was keeping
Araceli.“I know the chef,” he said smoothly. “One of the best in the world. He wouldn’t dare serve me rubbish… unless he wants to leave me no choice but to cut his dick off.”My jaw dropped slightly.The words came out so easily. Like violence was just another language he spoke.“Araceli,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly, “I can see the food in your mouth while you’re chewing.”“Oh—” Heat rushed to my face. I quickly closed my mouth, forcing the food down as embarrassment curled in my chest. “Sorry.”I swallowed, then glanced at him again, curiosity pushing past my shame. “How do you just… talk about killing people like that without being scared?”“Scared?” he repeated, the word rolling off his tongue like something foreign—something almost offensive.I nodded, taking another bite, slower this time. “Yes. Don’t you feel fear?”He leaned back slightly, his posture loose, unbothered. “Fear is an illusion, Araceli.”I shook my head immediately. “I don’t think so.”My fingers t
Araceli.Matvei stepped by my side, walking casually beside me, our bodies barely an inch apart. If I moved just a little closer, I knew I would feel the warmth of his skin—and my heart ached quietly for it.We were silent, and it felt like the tension in the room was heavy, almost pressing against my chest. The air between us felt thick, like words were stuck there, waiting to be said. We both had things to say to each other… but we stayed silent.I knew he wanted to say something to me, I could see it in the way his jaw ticked slightly, tightening and relaxing like he was holding himself back.“Welcome, Mr. Matvei Orlov… let me lead you to your reserved table.”A tall blonde lady, looking like she had just stepped out of a magazine, stood before us. Her voice was smooth, practiced. Her gaze stayed fixed on Matvei, completely ignoring me like I didn’t exist beside him.Matvei nodded once.She smiled—slow and a little too seductive—her eyes finally flickering over me, scanning me from
Araceli.Matvei reached for my hands, warm and strong, and led me toward a black sports car waiting nearby. My head stayed lifted, staring at his beautiful face, and for a moment, the world seemed to vanish. The bustling street, the cars, the men… everything blurred to shadows. The only thing I could see clearly, the only thing that existed, was him.He opened the car door slowly, the soft creak of it breaking through the noise around us, and gently guided me inside. I slid into the seat, the leather smooth and cool against my skin, my body still tingling from his touch.My neck twisted slightly, almost straining, as I watched him walk around the front of the car. His movements were unhurried, controlled, every step carrying that same quiet authority. My eyes followed him without thinking, tracing every detail of his face, the sharp lines, the calm dominance in his expression.He got into the driver’s seat, the door shutting with a firm click that seemed louder than it should have bee
Araceli.I scratched my elbows nervously, my fingers grazing my arms in tiny, restless motions. My eyes kept flicking all over the boutique, scanning the polished floors, the glinting lights, the neatly stacked bags. My mind spun a million different thoughts—how would I ever repay him for this? How could anyone have this much money?“You need to calm down, Araceli,” Sonia murmured softly, her fingers covering my hands and gently pulling them away from my elbows.“I can’t, Sonia,” I whispered under my breath, my voice tight. “I don’t deserve any of this. I need to pay him back somehow… but I never thought I’d ever have this amount of money in my life… Are we even sure Matvei has this much in his account? What—what if it’s all he has?!”“Trust me, this won’t even make a dent in Matvei’s account, and stop saying you don’t deserve it, blablabla,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.I wanted to argue, to tell her I really don’t feel like I’m worth any of this and that s
Araceli.My body leaned into his arm wrapped around my shoulder as we strolled to the other section, I could feel goosebumps growing along that side of my skin where he touched me, a soft tingling spreading slowly… but I was more focused on his face—his angelic face.A devil with the face of an angel… “Matvei.”We both halted our steps as we heard his name, the sound cutting through the air sharply, and turned towards the direction. Geal was walking closer, his steps steady and confident, with Sonia trailing beside him, her heels clicking softly against the floor. Matvei’s expression shifted instantly—from that goofy softness to his usual cold, expressionless face, like a mask snapping back into place.He turned fully, his eyes landing on Sonia, sharp and unreadable. “I thought I asked you to be with her.” He asked, his tone calm but heavy.Sonia swallowed the lump in her throat, her fingers twitching slightly at her sides. “Yes, DON Matvei.”“Then why the fuck were you with him?!…”
Araceli.My body shivered with fear, my stomach churning violently. The borrowed courage I had just moments ago vanished completely. I had forgotten that this man was dangerous.And he could do far worse to me.I could no longer hold back the tears burning in my eyes. They spilled down my cheeks.H
Araceli.He held my hand and began leading me upstairs. I turned to glance back.Grace was glaring at me, her jaw clenched so tightly it looked like she could tear me apart. I intentionally avoided his father’s gaze and faced forward again.We entered our room, and he paused, slowly turning to look
Araceli.“I want to have that too.” I smiled, my eyes glinting at her.Her lips tugged into a smile. “Are you sure?”“Yes, I am,” I answered too quickly. “I just want to experience different things, Sonia.”“I would have let you link up with a friend of mine,” she said, pausing. “But I don’t think
Araceli.This day has been the worst day of my life. I woke up to the most unusual and traumatic gift my so-called husband decided to offer me. Aside from the way I reacted when I saw how he was torturing my sister, the worst and calmest feeling at the same time is how my body reacts to him.I’m gr







