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Once we were inside the room, I sat him down gently on the edge of the bed. His skin was clammy, his body burning up like a furnace. Without wasting time, I began peeling off his clothes, layer by layer, until he was down to just his underwear.
“Do you think you can move?” I asked, crouching to meet his gaze.
“Yes… I can manage,” he replied, but the moment he tried to stand, his knees buckled beneath him. I caught him before he fell.
“Yeah, I figured.” I exhaled, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “Come on.”
With his weight leaning heavily on me, I led him into the bathroom and helped him into the bathtub. He sank into it with a weary groan, his skin steaming slightly against the cool porcelain.
“Do you want me to bathe you?” I asked gently, kneeling beside the tub.
A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Not unless you’re planning to join me.”
Continuations~~~~“Are you hungry now?” I asked.“Yes, but I don’t think I can swallow anything hard,” he replied weakly.“Oh, it’s fine. I asked the maid to prepare chicken porridge for you,” I informed him, and he smiled.After a while, there was a knock at the door.“Madam, it’s Carol,” a tiny voice called from behind it.“Yes, Carol?” I responded.“The food is ready, Madam,” she said.“Okay, bring it in,” I instructed.There was a short pause before the door creaked open. Carol and another maid wheeled in a food cart. I sat quietly, watching as they arranged the food and brought it close to the bed.Lately, I’ve been feeling strangely uncomfortable when unfamiliar people are around me. I turned to the second maid, my eyes narrowing slightly. “What’s your name?” I asked, susp
~~~~Once we were inside the room, I sat him down gently on the edge of the bed. His skin was clammy, his body burning up like a furnace. Without wasting time, I began peeling off his clothes, layer by layer, until he was down to just his underwear.“Do you think you can move?” I asked, crouching to meet his gaze.“Yes… I can manage,” he replied, but the moment he tried to stand, his knees buckled beneath him. I caught him before he fell.“Yeah, I figured.” I exhaled, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “Come on.”With his weight leaning heavily on me, I led him into the bathroom and helped him into the bathtub. He sank into it with a weary groan, his skin steaming slightly against the cool porcelain.“Do you want me to bathe you?” I asked gently, kneeling beside the tub.A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Not unless you’re planning to join me.”
Continuations~~~~“What do you propose?” Eric reacted, clearly waiting for the real reason I was saying all this.“I propose we buy the inheritance from her,” I said plainly.“WHAT?” they all echoed in disbelief.“What do you mean?” Diana demanded.“That’s impossible—I can’t just buy those shares from her,” Eric argued.“Good proposition,” Ruth said quietly, nodding in approval.I sighed and turned back to Eric. “Why not? Wouldn’t it be better if someone trustworthy buys the shares? Someone we know won’t run her legacy into the ground?”He was quiet now.“The reason you’re refusing to hand those properties back to her isn’t because she can’t manage them. It’s the people around her, isn’t it?” I asked softly.His jaw tightened.&ldq
~~~~Now that I took a minute to really process what I’d just heard, I was still in complete shock—confused, disoriented—like the truth had been hand-delivered by the devil himself.Eric? Her guardian?Not just a fling. Not some jealous ex or business rival. No. He was the one pulling the strings all this time. The man who’d held her together, quietly managing her millions, covering her failures, making sure she didn’t crash. And yet… somehow, I was the villain in her story?“Why didn’t he ever tell me this?” I whispered, more to myself than anyone. My voice barely made it out. I wasn’t angry. Not even hurt. Just… tired. Tired of peeling back layer after layer like it was Christmas in hell. And let’s not forget—I had my own secrets, too. Secrets about this marriage… and my family still didn’t know.I let out a slow breath and lifted my head. Eric and Diana were talking again. She was crying now.I turned to Eric. His face was unreadable—cold, almost detached. But maybe that’s just wha
~~~I kept staring at both of them, waiting—watching—but neither said a word.Just silence, a very tense one at that, like a storm brewing right inside the room.I opened my mouth to repeat the question I asked earlier, but Diana let out a loud, dramatic sigh and dropped the documents on the table.Just as I reached for them, her hand slammed down hard on the papers.“I know you and Eric are a thing now,” she spat, her voice drenched with venom, “but do you mind not poking that gutter nose of yours into my business?” She yanked the documents back with a sneer. “And trust me, sweetheart, it’d be in your best interest not to get involved in matters that don’t concern you.”Before I could even blink, Eric’s voice exploded through the room.“DIANA!”He roared her name like thunder. I’d never seen him like that before. The warmth in his face long van
Continuations~~~~I glared at the woman for a long second, then turned to Diana, letting the rage boil just under my skin.“Now listen here, bitch,” I said calmly, but with venom lacing every word. “Let’s get one thing very straight—Eric Black was never yours. So no, I didn’t steal him.”She opened her mouth, but I didn’t let her speak.“Sure, I noticed you two had a ‘thing’—but that’s all it ever was. A thing. You never claimed him, never made anything official. You were quick to open your legs, but never your heart. And despite how badly he wanted to be with you, in secret and in public, you kept shoving him back into the shadows.”I leaned in slightly, my voice low and cutting. “You wanted him, but only on your terms. You danced around him like a temptress but never gave him the chance to love you op
~~~~"Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day," I whispered to myself as I sipped my chocolate tea.After that mind-blowing weekend of rolling around with Eric, today felt strangely empty without him.It was Monday—he had to go back to work—and I already missed him terribly.Mother had been calling nonstop ever since that day, and honestly, I still refused to pick up.I only spoke to Dad, letting him know about the project and tomorrow’s work schedule.Thanks to my amazing husband, the machines for the farm titling were ready.In fact, everything we needed to make farming easier and more enjoyable was set and waiting.Tomorrow, my parents would finally resume work—and for once, it felt like a fresh, exciting beginning for all of us.My only worry right now was the partnership deal. Eric planned to discuss it with the board members today, and I could only pray things went smoothly."I know full well
Continuations~~~~No matter how many times Eric watched, he still couldn’t help but wonder—how did his virgin wife know how to give head so damn well?He was her first. If he hadn’t taken her innocence himself, he might’ve believed she had experience.But he remembered it too clearly—the pained gasp she tried to hide, the warm blood that stained their sheets when he first plunged into her... there was no mistaking it. She had been untouched. Completely his.Yet looking at her now, gorgeous and wicked between his legs, with her long, shiny hair spilling over her shoulders, Eric could barely breathe.His mind began to wander, imagining... until—"Shit!" he gasped, jerking upright as sharp pain shot through him. He stared down, stunned. She had bitten him."Focus on me," Mary whispered, releasing him with a mischievous smirk."You little—" Eric growled, but there was mo
~~~~~~Despite not wanting to think about anything, I woke up the next morning feeling even more pissed off.Sighing, I got up and dragged myself into the bathroom. Staring at my reflection as I brushed my teeth, my mind kept spinning back to what my mother said.It hurt more than I thought it would.To her, I probably got this far by sleeping my way through life. That thought alone had my blood boiling."And what's wrong with the way he looks at me, huh?" I muttered at the mirror. "He's a fine man, and I'm a woman. Is it a crime to have feelings for someone you work with?"Not that I was even working with him directly—but even if I was, would it really be that wrong?I’m a woman. It’s natural to want love, to dream of building a family someday. And how is that supposed to happen if I keep pushing away every man who dares show me affection?She was a woman too, married to a loving, caring man like Dad.Or what—don't tell me she and Papa just met one day without any real interaction an