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The Long Night
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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
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
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