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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

مؤلف: Deborah Writes
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For a second, I considered letting it ring out. I didn’t have the patience for him this morning.

But I answered.

“Hi.”

“For fuck’s sake, Charlotte, where have you been?” His voice was tight with anger. “I’ve been calling you since yesterday. Your phone was off. I was twenty-four hours away from filing a missing persons report.”

Wait.

Was he really concerned about me or…

“My phone died,” I found myself saying slowly, almost stammering because I couldn’t believe Clyde was just worried
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  • Once His Wife, Now His Regret   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED

    ***CHARLOTTE’S POV***This time, my eyes turned pleading, but he only answered with a devilish smile. It was as if he was reminding me that he had already warned me—once you make a deal with the devil, there’s no going back.But I hadn’t made any deal with the devil. I had given myself to Alexander Vaughn. And right now, he was showing me there was no difference between the two.“Turn for me,” he commanded.Before I could obey, he flipped me onto my stomach. His left arm slid beneath me, arching my back as he pulled my hips up, forcing me onto my knees with my ass raised high. Then he reached for both my wrists and pinned them behind my back, holding them firmly in one large hand like a prisoner under arrest. A soft, helpless groan escaped me at the stretch.I barely had time to process the position before he drove into me in one powerful thrust.“Ahh!” A sharp scream tore from my throat—equal parts pain and blinding pleasure. The new angle let him sink so much deeper, his thick cock

  • Once His Wife, Now His Regret   CHAPTER NINETY NINE

    Then I dropped to my knees, hooking one of her legs over my shoulder, spreading her wide open before me. I leaned in closer to her pussy, inhaling her sweet, musky scent before burying my face between her thighs. I licked her slowly from entrance to clit, savoring her taste. Then I wrapped my lips around her little bud and sucked gently, flicking my tongue over it while sliding two thick fingers into her tight, virgin heat.Charlotte cried out sharply, her voice breaking with surprise and pleasure.Her hands flew to my hair, fingers tightening as her hips jerked against my face. I curled my fingers, stroking her G-spot relentlessly while I devoured her clit. I alternated between long, broad licks and fast, precise flicks, sucking and humming. Her thighs began to shake around my head.“Oh god…Alex! Oh yeah…right there!” Her voice broke into desperate cries. “No, you don’t call me Alex. You call me ‘Daddy’.” I command. “ you hear that.”“Yes, yes daddy.”“Say it once more.” I ordered,

  • Once His Wife, Now His Regret   CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT

    I didn’t even turn—as if the scene before me might vanish if I make a single turn. So I had my back against the door, pressing until it clicked shut, my eyes never leaving hers. Then my eyes drifted down to her parted legs, and as it met with her smooth, shaved pussy—pink, glistening, and visibly wet, with a single strand of her arousal trailing down toward the sheets, I could feel my pulse hammering in my throat, in my cock, and every part of my body.Dark, primal desire consumed me. This wasn’t just lust. This was hunger. And right now, I wanted to claim every inch of her, to make her scream, and bury myself deep into her.Charlotte's lips curled into a small smile and then she slowly rose from the bed, standing straight right before me. And I found myself leaning more onto the door, with my two hands buried into my pocket as my eyes raked over her slowly, possessively, starting from the lower part—tracing up from her leg, the flare of her hips, the soft swell of her stomach, an

  • Once His Wife, Now His Regret   CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN

    ***ALEXANDER’S POV***“No, son, you are staying over here tonight. It’s okay if you want to leave, but Charlotte stays over.”“Yes, that’s true. This is her first time visiting us after all these years. I think it’s more…”That was the decision they all repeated, no matter how much we tried to leave. But leaving wasn’t an issue for me. I didn’t need anybody’s permission to walk away.Charlotte, however, wanted to leave a good impression. She was already taken in by their fake smiles and the lame little jokes they kept cracking around the table. Little did she know that behind every smile was a calculating mind. Every single one of them had their own desires and hidden plans.And I had no intention of tying myself to this family after our marriage.It would just be us.“It’s just one night. There’s no harm in it,” she said softly, holding my hand and stopping me from arguing further.“Huh? They are begging. Let just stay.”I looked at her—at those brown eyes staring at me like a wet pu

  • Once His Wife, Now His Regret   NINETY SIX

    As I climbed onto the terrace, I saw his back facing me. One hand was tucked into his pocket while the other rested against the railing as he gazed out across the estate.I walked closer, wondering what had captured his attention so completely that he had left me behind downstairs. But the moment I reached the railing, the view below stole my breath away.From the top of the building, you could see everything beneath us. The estate stretched endlessly, glowing beneath the night sky like a masterpiece carefully painted by hand.I stood beside Alex, resting my hands on the railing as I took it all in.“It’s one of my father’s designs.”I turned to look at him. “Your father built this house?”“Not exactly. He was the architect. That was the job he truly wanted to do, but instead, he had to treat it like a hobby and inherit the company.” He spoke without looking at me, but I could hear the sadness buried in his voice.“How much I wished he had just… become an ordinary architect. I never w

  • Once His Wife, Now His Regret   CHAPTER NINETY FIVE

    I felt his hand over mine, and I turned to look at him, letting myself drown in his blue eyes.“Are you scared?” he asked softly, as if he could see right through me.And honestly, right now, I wasn’t scared. Just nervous, with too many questions running through my head.Would they like me?Would they accept me?Would they judge me?Would they…“Hey,” he called gently, pulling me out of my thoughts. “I’m right here. This is just a formality, and it’ll be over soon. Then it’s just us.”His thumb rubbed warmly over my hand, and I smiled back at him with a small nod.“Are you ready?” he asked.I nodded again.“Good.”Then he let go of my hand and stepped out of the car before walking around to my side. Opening the door for me, he stretched his hand toward me. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, then placed my hand in his and stepped out of the car.With my arm wrapped around his, we walked together into the Vaughn family estate, where the entire family was waiting for us.Actu

  • Once His Wife, Now His Regret   CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

    ***CLYDE’S POV***Just for a second. Just long enough to make sure I had heard her correctly… or that I hadn’t somehow dialed the wrong number.“What?” I repeated, the disbelief obvious even to my own ears.I had been calling her for hours. Hours.At some point, a small, irritating part of me had e

  • Once His Wife, Now His Regret   CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

    “What?! Thirty billion!”“Oh my goodness, is that really Sinclair heiress?!”“No way…I heard they are filthy rich but 30 billion dollars?!”Flora’s face drained of color. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Beneath her mask, her eyes stared at me in shock. While the murmuring around us kept gro

  • Once His Wife, Now His Regret   CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

    ***FLORA’S POV***Charlotte’s lips curved into a small smile. One that seems so strange and for a moment I felt as if I was staring at a completely different person. The Charlotte I remembered could barely hold eye contact for more than a second. She apologized for things that weren't her fault. A

  • Once His Wife, Now His Regret   CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

    Compared to what I had endured… compared to what they had done to me… did he really think an ordinary penthouse could make up for it?Did he truly believe that a luxurious apartment and a few empty gestures could erase eight years of humiliation?Eight years of being treated like nothing. The scar

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