The Elite's Wild Beauty

Three years into my marriage, my husband, Vercel, forced me to watch as he and his mistress had s*x in front of me.His eyes never left mine as he seduced the woman in his arms, reducing her to a willing captive in the world of lust he had created. He was like an incubus—so strikingly handsome that he almost made the immorality of the act seem justified, even artistic.I knew exactly why he kept staring at me. He was waiting for my reaction—my disgust, my pain. He expected rage. He wanted me to lash out, to tear them apart and throw the woman out of our marital home. But I refused to give him that satisfaction.I watched them with a blank expression. I did not see two people sharing intimacy; I saw only two animals driven by heat.Once, I had wished—countless times—to be the object of his adoration, for him to kiss every part of my body as though he were worshipping me. But my condition did not allow it.No matter how much I loved him, the knowledge that his body bore the traces of

After checking my bruised body, I donned the gown I had found outside my bedroom. I knew it was what Vercel had prepared for me.It was an elegant white gown made of silk, hugging my neck and arms conservatively. Yet it accentuated every curve of my body, with a subtle peek of my legs revealed whenever I walked, thanks to the gown’s slit. The dress flowed all the way to the ground.After applying some powder and lipstick and brushing my hair—thank goodness it was healthy, so I didn’t have to stress about styling—I let it fall freely down my back. Then I slipped on a pair of earrings.Just as I felt satisfied, my eyes wandered down to my wedding ring. After a moment of contemplation, I decided to wear it, using it as a shield against any potential fuckboys who might approach me.Once I finished preparing, I grabbed my small white bag, where I kept my phone, wallet, and keys. With everything in place, I walked to the garage. My phone showed 8:30 PM when I hit the road.My car came to a

I felt my body being lifted, then gently placed onto something soft.“Sky… I’m sorry.”After that, I sank into darkness.In my dream, I used force to push someone onto a bed and straddled him.Like a wild animal finally freed from its cage, driven purely by instinct, I attacked the person beneath me.“No… Sky…”Moans and low groans filled the air. Everything felt unbearably hot, intoxicating, addictive.I buried my face against his neck, inhaled his scent, then bit down—marking him as mine.***I woke to the smell of disinfectants and antiseptics. My eyes were blurry as I first opened them, trying to figure out where I was.Seeing the simple, white room and the hospital bed I occupied, I realized I was in a hospital. I sighed in relief—this confirmed it was just a dream. I hadn’t woken up in some strange hotel room or unfamiliar place, but in a hospital. So it must really be a dream. But really? Wet dreams in a hospital? Well, it must be because of the aphrodisiac. My body ached