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THE TRADED WIFE Return
At midnight, Byron came back home with a grave mood. He did not waste time turning on the light; he just followed the darkness to walk in his room direction. He had instructed outside security to stay alert in his absence. He knew Abigail would not dare to leave. However, he still can’t take his chance. He hates making mistakes, most notably with the thing that is valued above anything, ‘Abigail,’ The girl he was searching for so long. He stopped in front of the room door and gave a moment of thought before pulling down the doorknob to open the door and enter inside.However, when he meets darkness, he turns on the dim light—only to be filled with rage, seeing an empty bed. The bed was neat and clean. It was almost like no one touched the bed. He got alert and checked the bathroom, but it was also empty. “Damn It!” His jaw tightened, and he gritted his teeth furiously, striding towards the living area. He was prepared to blast over Maggy and all his security guards, who dared to n
THE TRADED WIFE Demand
Once Byron reached the room, he steadily put Abigail on the comfortable bed and then went to close the door. Noticing him shutting the door, her heartbeat increased rapidly, and she sensed the sweat droplets running over her forehead even when the room was utterly air-conditioned. 'What should I do?' She nibbled her lips in anxiety, as her eyes never moved from his movements, which created a lot of suspense and fright inside her with all that distrust.Once the door locked, he spun and stared at his new bride and prey with an evil grin that masked his handsome devil face. Abigail couldn't help but look at her husband's face with all mixed senses while she found he looked stunning in the dim light. He did not care to turn on the ample light, which made the room look more silent and exquisite, but at the same time, it made her feel like he was a giant wild wolf who staring at his prey with all his devouring sights and desired to consumed her without wasting a single moment. "Do I lo
THE TRADED WIFE Strip
"Strip!"Byron ordered with a hoarse voice, focusing on his wife, Abigail, whose eyes were glued over the ground near her feet while both hands and fingers were tangled with unknown itchiness. Her chest still huffing up and down slowly after sharing the hot, passionate kiss. So, even though she listened to him, she could not budge, which drove him rashly wither."What?" "Can't you hear me in once?"He arrogantly interrogated, making her finally look at his side and mutter in a skittish tone, "I…I don't know…" She barely could speak when he sneered in irritation, "What you can't understand? I told you to strip. Remove your cloth…" "Or….Do you want me to take it off with my hands." His corner raised with mock at the end of words.Abigail pressed her lips tightly and glared at his side, "Can I switch off the light?" "Why? It's just a dim light." He smiled faintly, seeing her talking like a white lotus."It's….sill uncomfortable..." She explained with a nonchalant shrug."And so?" He
THE TRADED WIFE The Long Night
WARNING 18+ There are some sexual scenes if you find this uncomfortable. I would suggest you avoid this chapter. "Don't shut your eyes, look at me, Abigail…" Byron gazed at the gorgeous young woman who was just lying beneath him, shutting her eyes, without any single clothes on her body. She was shaking lightly while her body colour changed rosy to sensing his devouring eyes and hearing his husky, intense voice. When he ordered her to open her eyes, the next moment, her dark greenish eyes met Byron's brown honey ones, and the atmosphere turned filled with sexual tension around them. "You look exquisite." He complimented her as his eyes moved slowly from her eyes to her small pinkish face and then reached to her lips, which looked so plumpy and moist. His visions turned so mischievous, like he could eat her just by glancing at her. His eyes went to her neck, long like a swan and ridden with a ruddiness. For a beat, he gulped inside his mind to think, how would it feel to make a
THE TRADED WIFE Warning
The exotic rhythmic night ultimately came to a pleasant peace. In the darkness, the moon's shine like silver radiated out all around the room; the cold, gentle wind swayed swiftly, mixed with their calm breathing, while the swing curtain smoothly obeyed the ambience rightly close to it.The dim and illuminated light was solely fixed on the two inter-wind naked bodies, whose slow, steady breaths, except nothing else, were audible in their surroundings. Besides, The air around them mixed with perspiration and passionate love-making scents, alluding to the wild. The steamy night that they had just shared. In the middle of the bed, Byron's peaceful, unfazed pupils stared at the defenceless sleeping woman lying beside him with mixed premises novelty before moving his finger to touch her reddish cheeks and caressing them with his soft knuckles to detect the dry tears around them and stopped his movement for a moment to analyse it.Her messy hair and appealing, tired, misbehaving appearen
THE TRADED WIFE The Misunderstanding
The room again turned hushed, vamoosing only their heavy breathing sounds in the ambience, which gradually tapered with passing seconds.Abigail was still panting erratically, making her chest heave up and down rhythmically, feeling still fogged. Meanwhile, Byron's breathing had already stabilised. Lying straightly at his bedside, resting his palms over his back head and gazing over the wall, wondering with a long silence before he shifted to scrutinise in her direction with picturesque eyes.His eyes first landed on her panting breath, which was slowly trying to adjust as her eyes closed shut to get some relaxation. After measuring this, he shifted his iris on her naked body, which was now covered with his mark. No matter where he landed his eyes, everywhere, all he could see were red marks, even where it was light from the last round; he made sure to keep the mark again. And, somewhat marking her body like this looks like art to him. She still did not cover herself with a blanket
THE TRADED WIFE HICKEY
"Madam!""Are you awake?" Maggy makes a noise by hitting the door firmly with her hand and waiting calmly to get a response from her new master. In the room, Abigail's deep sleep broke upon hearing the knock. She managed to open her eyes to study around for Byron's presence, but discerning his absence, a deep sigh slipped from her mouth. Her body was still aching, but stiffness was lessened after taking a good rest. She gazed at an open window from where a warm sun's rays were coming over the bed, giving a warm sensation to her body. For a second, it made her forget about all the internal and external pain, letting her lips spread slowly and shutting her eyes to bask in the sun's rays. 'Thank God. He is not here.' Or she doesn't think to enjoy this small basking, and this reminder evaluates her thoughts about Byron from last night—his bold, handsome, naked appearance.Making her eyes open in stupefaction and shame for herself. "What am I just thinking?" she blurted in an abode m
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
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