เข้าสู่ระบบThis book is for viewers above the age of 18. It may contain explicit and violent scenes not suitable for all viewers. If you're not into dark romance you might find this disturbing. Her body hit the wall, her breath trembling as her eyes darted across my face. I knew that look — the one that screams lust. It made my mouth water instantly. “Stay back,” she gasped, her voice unsteady. But I did the opposite. As our bodies pressed together, I felt her tremble beneath me. “I just want you and that… that—” she faltered, the words dying as my hands found her hips. “That what, Mrs. Claire?” I murmured. She swallowed hard. Mrs. Claire — the woman who lets desire consume her. The woman I can’t get out of my head. --- Mrs. Claire: How did I find myself in this mess? I only wanted them to leave my family alone. But now… here I am, caught in a scandal of my own. What happens when your husband's mistress boyfriend becomes your Dom.
ดูเพิ่มเติมClaire Anthony
Ahhh, I went through the pictures, my eyes blurry with unshed tears, staring at the photos of my husband, cuddling up with a much younger woman. He looked so happy with her in his arms that I felt the need to puke, how could he? Not after everything we've been through. How could he do this to me? We've suffered together, built an empire, have kids and yet this is what he does, behind my back, he's cheating on me. No wonder he hardly touched me these days, with the excuse of being busy and tired, and I was a fool to believe him, to love him still. I set the pictures on the table, my hands shaky, I looked over at the pile of paper on my desk, a name written on it Pattie Paul, the girl he is cheating on me with. I have had a private investigator do a background check on her. She is a model, in a big agency, but was once a thriving model who by mere luck was hired by a bigger agency obviously the work of my husband. She started working there a year ago, the same year my husband has been in a relationship with her. For one whole year, I didn't know he was cheating on me, how foolish had I been? But something caught my eyes. She was in a long term relationship of three years with a guy named Liam. I picked the picture of them both, a striking young man whose hands were wrapped around her waist. A smile plastered on his face, the way he looks at her is the kind any woman would die for, she has such a handsome man why go for mine? Is it money? She wants to put my home in jeopardy all because of money? I dropped the picture and sat back down on the chair as I wallowed in grief. I hated this direction my life is going. What will I do? Should I confront Ian, ask him why he'd cheat on me? Or should I confront Pattie, telling her to let go of my husband for the sake of my children. But then he'll know I spied on him, I chewed on my thumbnail harder than I intended, and my eyes darted to that picture again, no, maybe, just maybe I should encounter her boyfriend and show him the photos, he'll be furious like me and maybe do something about it. I picked up the photo again, I mean who wouldn't crash out when they hear their lover is cheating on them because I am crashing out now. So I picked up my phone and dialed the investigator’s number. He picked immediately. "I want you to do something for me," I said urgently, not knowing I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life. Liam Everything in my life has always gone exactly the way I planned it. Every little detail falls into place, every move I make works out. My life, my business, even though people love calling it illegal and the legacy I’m building… all of it is steady. Controlled. Perfect, as perfect as something in my world can be. So, technically, I should be happy. I should be the most content man alive. Everything should be just fine. But no. There’s a problem. One I hate with every fiber of my being. No matter how much sex I have, no matter how many women I take to bed, no matter the hours I spend inside them…I never, ever get satisfied. Not even a little. And it’s not just annoying, it’s draining the hell out of me. Why can’t any woman satisfy me? Why the fuck is it only getting worse? I have money, power, and control, but this one thing keeps eating at me. I clicked my tongue in irritation, sinking into my chair, disgust twisting my face. I barely had a second to wallow before a knock interrupted my thoughts. “Come in,” I rasped. The door opened and Jerry walked in. One of my men—reliable, steady. “Boss, we seem to have a problem,” he said. I nodded, telling him to go on. “It seems someone is trying to find information about you.” I sat up immediately, eyes narrowing. It couldn’t be the police. Not the Feds. Not any of those fools. I practically own half of them with the secrets I keep. They wouldn’t dare. “Who is it?” I asked, voice sharp, direct. “It’s one of the client’s wives,” he replied. That caught me off guard. “What?” Jerry tossed a file onto the table. A picture slid out—her picture. “That woman, boss. Mrs. Claire. Her husband is the one dating Pattie,” he explained. I lifted the photo, studying her face. She looked like every typical high-class wife, put together, polished, the type who puts her home first. The perfect wife image society loves so much. “Oh, I see,” I murmured, flipping through her profile. Boring. Clean. Predictable. Nothing special. I dropped the file onto the table. “If she wants to know me, then give her what she wants,” I said, leaning back. Jerry gave a small smirk. “Yes, boss. So I’m sure you’ll handle it yourself?” A slow grin stretched across my face. “Well… now that you’ve said it, I could toy with her.” Jerry’s grin widened too. I looked at her photo again, letting thoughts settle in my mind. Her husband is one of my favorite clients. I even gave him Pattie as a mistress—out of all the other girls I could've offered, it was my own girlfriend. And now his wife is sniffing around me? Interesting. This…this is going to be a fun one. Suddenly, I pushed myself up from the chair. “Let’s forget about that for now,” I said, already striding toward the door. Jerry followed immediately, keeping a step behind me like he always did. “Do you have that tape of the CEO from Walter’s Corp?” I asked as we walked out into the hallway. “Yes, sir. Should we use it now?” Jerry asked. A slow smile stretched across my face as we stepped into the red-lit room, one of my favorite parts of the building. Music thumped, women swung their waists on poles and platforms, and men threw money like they were trying to burn their wealth before morning came. The air smelled of perfume, sweat, and power. My power. “Not now,” I replied, letting the grin grow wider as I took in the sight of my flourishing business. My kingdom. My playground. My trap for men who thought they were untouchable. I turned slightly toward Jerry. “I just hope the senator is enjoying his time in the red room.” The moment I said it, a low, guttural laugh tore out of me—raw, amused, dark. I am Liam King. And one thing everyone should know about me? I run a world that powerful, accomplished men crawl into willingly. And it pays me more than any legal empire ever could.Claire At the end I came hard, collapsing onto his chest, my breathing ragged and ecstatic. This was exactly what I’d needed to quiet the storm in my head, and I still couldn’t believe how well it had worked. A deep, exhausted sigh slipped out of me.“Are you calm now?” Liam asked quietly.I straightened up slowly and nodded, too overwhelmed to find the right words. “Good,” he said simply.I lifted myself off him and slid back to the passenger seat. My release trailed down my thighs as I moved. I reached for the tissue box I kept in the car, wiped myself carefully, then tossed a few tissues toward him. He caught them and cleaned up without a word.He hadn’t come inside me—not at all. Normally Liam would have kept going, demanding more until he finished, but today he held back. I knew exactly why.“You want to head home, or come with me?” he asked. I didn’t even need a second to decide. The kids already thought I was tied up with something important, so I just nodded. “I’ll come wit
ClaireSoon he turned abruptly and didn't look back as he walked out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hall, I hurried to the mirror. My cheek was already a bruised red. The tears I’d been holding back finally spilled over, streaming down my face as I frantically wiped them away. “Stop crying, you fool,” I muttered under my breath.He doesn’t deserve my tears. He deserves nothing from me. I kept repeating it to myself, scrubbing at my face to wipe my tears, but inside I felt completely broken.I sank into the chair, forcing myself to take slow, steady breaths while staring at my reflection. I couldn’t let the children see me like this.In our twenty-one years of marriage, Ian had never once raised a hand to me—until today. That was what hurt the most. But even more painful was knowing I’d have to go downstairs and pretend everything was fine for the kids when everything was clearly falling apart.I stood up, went straight to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on my face
ClaireThe moment the door closed between us, Ian remained standing near it while I walked over and sat on the bed.“The kids aren’t buying it,” I said quietly. Isabella’s questions had been weighing on me, and I could feel it now—they were close to finding out about our marital troubles.“Maybe if you acted like a loving wife, they wouldn’t suspect anything,” he replied, his voice weary.“Oh really?” I shot back. “And who says you couldn’t act like a loving husband?”He let out a slow, humorless chuckle.“You’ve really changed, Claire. Tell me—what made you change?” he asked.I looked him over, the answer resting heavily on my tongue. “You did, Ian. Don’t pretend you don’t know,” I said.He nodded once.“The kids should be in their rooms by now. I’ll be leaving,” he said, clearly unwilling to talk any further—unwilling to face how he had broken our marriage beyond repair.He opened the door and closed it behind him as he stepped out.I drew in a deep breath. Tomorrow, I would have to
IanThere wasn’t a trace of shame on her face. Instead, she was smiling—soft and careless—like a little girl as she scrolled through her phone. When she finally set it down, she caught me staring.I looked away instantly.At this rate, the children would soon notice that something was wrong between us. I couldn’t even bring myself to touch her today. Knowing she was letting another man do that—knowing another man’s hands had been on her—made my stomach turn.It disgusted me.And I didn’t even understand why it affected me this much.How could she do that?The investigator still hadn’t called. It shouldn’t be this hard to find out who Claire was cheating on me with.“So… you and Mom have an issue?” Max asked.I blinked and turned to him quickly. “Not really,” I said, forcing a smile. “We’re both just tired from work, that’s all.”He smiled and nodded. “Whatever it is, you guys should resolve it quickly.”I nodded too, even though I knew the truth. The only thing still holding Claire an






Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
ความคิดเห็นเพิ่มเติม