Prologue

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Just a note that a few chapters of "A Ruthless Bodyguard To A Possessive Husband" will contain content that is suitable for a mature audience. HAPPY READING •⁠‿⁠•

"How much does it cost to own you, legally?" Raize said as he pulled off Amelia's clothes while unbuckled her bra as he reached around her slim stomach.

His eyes trailed down her sexy body while slowly pulled his buckle off and took off his pants. At that moment, Amelia went ahead and went away with his green camouflage boxers; there he was smirking as Amelia glanced at him.

Amelia couldn't help but laugh at his question, shaking her head in disbelief. “I'm not for sale,” she replied, with her tone firm. “You can't put a price on a person, on their love, on their loyalty. Those things are earned, not bought.” Raize seemed surprised by her response, but then he just chuckled.

His eyes never left her. Amelia could see the seriousness in his gaze, the readiness to provide whatever amount she would say. But it wasn't about the money for her.

He grabbed Amelia's waist, pulled her up and carried her like a dumb princess to a comfy bed.

As his hands traced the contours of her body, a wave of pleasure washed over her. His touch was gentle yet firm, igniting a fire within that she didn't know existed. His eyes locked onto Amelia's body filled with desire. And every brush of his fingers sent sparks of electricity coursing through her veins. His breath against her skin was warm, the whispers in her ear making Amelia shiver with anticipation.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. The world outside ceased to exist. It was just Raize and Amelia lost in their own world of passion; sinful desire.

She can barely hear her voice. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, Amelia's heart pounding in his chest. It was like his touch was electric, setting her senses alight.

Her legs tighten up around his naked butt as he sucked her below him. Amelia groaned out more loudly as he squeezed her breast heavily. She cursed, tears welled up in her eyes. But, as his hands continued their dance, the sensation intensified, building up like a wave ready to crash.

The room was filled with the sound of their shared breaths, the soft whispers of their names, the quiet gasps of pleasure. It was a symphony of a sinful desire, a testament to the connection they shared in the absence of love.

(Weeks after…)

Her voice echoed in the silent room. His face fell, but she didn't back down. “ I had been silent for too long, accepting less than what I deserved. But not anymore, Raize.” Amelia said full of disgust after she caught Rage kissing another girl.

“Amelia…” Raize began, but she held up a hand, stopping him.

“No, let me finish,” she said expressionless. “I have given you my time, my patience, my care. And all I've received in return is disrespect and indifference.”

Raize was only staring at Amelia blankly.

“Years of enduring mistreatment had taught me the importance of self-respect and self-worth. I had come to realize that I deserved better, that I was worthy of love and respect. I was no longer willing to accept anything less.” Amelia was ready to fight for her rights, for her dignity, and for her freedom.

He was silent for a moment, his gaze dropping to the floor. Amelia's declaration had taken him by surprise. “Then, leave,” he finally said, his voice barely audible.