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THE TRADED WIFE New Home
"Get in the car." Byron opens the car door."Where are we going?" Abigail stared at his side with a little frown."Home." His voice was shooting.She did not question again and silently entered the car.Byron walked to another side. Martin opens the car seat for him. After seated, Martin moved to the front seat and asked the driver to start the engine.In the car, Abigail stared at her finger diamond and then focused on outside with a void gaze, while Byron emotionless glanced at her for a moment before moving his eye to outside the window view.Martin silently looked at bot
THE TRADED WIFE He Left
Hearing heavy footsteps approaching the door, Abigail's body stiffened, and the next moment, the loud knock made her leave the bed and open the door slowly. Her hand was sweating when she pulled down the doorknob, and once, Byron's emotionless face showed up in front of her. She tries to divert her attention, looking at the floor.However, Byron slowly reaches towards her and touches her chin to get her head raised and meet her eyes. His sudden action made her nervous, and once their eyes met, she gulped her saliva with a bit of tension. "What?""Are you now scared of me, little Wifey?" His eyes slyly looked at her while his voice was filled with playfulness, instantly changing the severe atmosphere.When she heard his statement, her eyes galred at him with deep frowns and answered, "No, I don't scared of you." She maintained eye contact till her last words. Somehow, she felt his provoking words made her forget what is fear?On the other side, seeing how a sacred cat turned into a
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
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