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THE TRADED WIFE The Hope
"Madam, please remember, I'm just one call far away from you." Maggy looked in Abigail's direction with tender gazes, who was coming to bid her goodbye on the doorsteps. Maggy's hand held a small suitcase while the car was parked outside the house to pick her up and drive to the main mansion. Her gaze owned a little sadness when the time came near for her to leave. She was worried about Abigail leaving alone with her cold temper, Master. At least, she wants to stay till her be comfortable around him. But she is just an old maid and has no right to do that. She can only hope her Master does not neglect his wife and treat her well. She wished his Master was serious about this relationship and did not break her mistress's heart. However, thinking could not change the reality that her young Master is no longer a sunshine person like in childhood. He is now the hot-tempered adult man who doesn't like someone to go beyond his words. Suddenly, the car horn got her back to reality, and
THE TRADED WIFE Fear
Maggy sadly sighed and turned to walk down the stairs to get in the car. She tried her best to speak for Byron, but after hearing Abigail’s point of words, she could only feel sorry for her master, who made his bride suffer.She can’t imagine if these poor, wounded souls could heal together or worsen with time.Abigail's eyes turned reddened with unshed tears, running back inside with a heavy heart.Meanwhile, In the dark room, the air froze around Byron, who pointed a gun over the old man with a killing expression.In front of him, the old man was shrinking with fear, almost peeing on his pants. However, Byron's scowled expression did not change. He was ready to pull the trigger.
THE TRADED WIFE Revenge
The gun was not loaded. It's empty. Seeing the man still alive and safe, both mother and daughter breathed in relief, but simultaneously, they were worried about what would be next.On the other side, the man opened his eyes in considerable shock, looking at himself still alive before moving his gaze at the unloaded gun and then at Byron with a doubtful, suspicious expression."W-What just happened?""T-This gun…" The man was voiceless and pondered about what game Byron was trying to play with him and his family.Meanwhile, Byron gaped at him without any hint of expression and boldly voiced even before his uncle questioned, "What?” “Are you astonished to be still alive?"
THE TRADED WIFE The Argument
While entering the house, Byron locked the door behind his back. He first made his way to the bedroom, but curiosity stung him to find out what Abigail was doing there; without moving to his room, his footsteps automatically turned to take him to the kitchen entrance, where he soon could smell a homely cooked meal aroma, almost reminding him of his past beautiful childhood days when his mother cooked meal for him and his family.How long has it been since he smelled something this familiar, just like his mother's meal? He deeply thought inside his mind and made his way, stopping just in the corner of the kitchen door without letting her a sense of his presence there.When he looked inside the kitchen, the first thing his eyes landed on was busy Abigail's back. She was in an apron and moving around the sink area to wash a
THE TRADED WIFE The Meal
He enjoyed her boldness and somehow found her to be his wife; she should maintain this aura.Yet, he can't let her win, so he decides to break her strong bubble with the following sentence, "Oh, dear. You believed in justice. Still, you got married to someone who does illegal things beneath white fortes...To take your revenge? You should go to cops, not to mafia, once you were freed." "So, as per my wife, aren't you half of the criminal as well, just like me?"Abigail's eyelashes tremble as her hands squeeze over her dress edges like a wrong child. He said the truth, and this made her zipped out her lips."I guess we need to end this conversation, or else my meal will get cold." Saying this, he diverted her mind and opened the lid to look down at the pot to
THE TRADED WIFE Disturb
Abigail walked out from the kitchen and found Byron still in his spot with shutting eyes. After knowing about his mother, she first wanted to check on him but then considered it was not her position to meddle so broadly in his life. Therefore, she changed her way and returned to her room silently without disturbing him. Once she shut the bedroom door, she took a faint breath."I never assumed. My recipe could fit so much with his mother's one. He basically discovered it in his few spoons. It made me a little stunned." "He recognised so rightly, like he tasted this just a few days ago and not a long time enough to forget those tastes." 'She was my mom' She shook her head as she remembered his mixed emotions at that moment."I guess he is not that much of a cold person." "As he is the same as me regarding our parent's unfortunate faiths." "What a cruel thing; we both were luckless to be left out alone to face a harsh world's reality. I can see he faced so much to be turned this cru
THE TRADED WIFE Punishment
Her breath hitched when she sensed what his lips, hands and words were doing with her. Even though she's not in love with this man, she can't deny her body reacts so well around him, against her heart's will. And right now, no different. This thought gave her a goosebump momentarily before she gulped her saliva and tried to move from his lap. However, his grip tightened around her, making it almost impossible for her to move even an inch."M-Mr Byron, Can you leave me?" She awkwardly requested."What if I'm not?" His lips trailed to her neck as he whispered.Abigail's cheeks burned to feel his hot breath around her neck. "You can't leave anywhere without my permission." He further asserted, without waiting for her response, as his one arm moved to her things, and the next moment, he started sliding her dress slowly up.His slow-burning touch sent a shiver on her thighs. She shut her eyes, sensing his rough finger touch, eventually tightening her hands' grip around her middle dress.
THE TRADED WIFE The Tease
The rising sun casts a rosy hue across the morning sky, making the rays seep through the window to brighten the room with a shiny glow and waking up Abigail from her restless sleep. She rubbed her blurry eyes and peered at the open pearly sky from the window. Some way, the calm chill breeze coming through there presented a pleasing sensation to her cosy mind and bare body beneath the duvet. After a brief moment of staring in quietness, she discharged a deep breath in the fresh air and lastly attempted to move from her position, whereas her muscle-joint pain and lower back pain screwed her ultimately. 'Uhm' Her lips pressed together as she stopped moving and tried to adjust her muscles first. She unhurriedly tried to stretch her arms; however, she failed thoroughly to realise Byron's strong arms were faster, reaching to wrap around her slim waist firmly. And now his bare muscular body pressing against her stripped back. Sending an electrifying feeling all over her body.His sudden
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