ログイン"Dad, what are you doing to my girlfriend? You like Pearl? I'll marry Pearl. No problem. Just don't—" Jason, the jock I idolized for almost half my life, tripped over his words. "Derek, wait. Let's have a conversation fir— Dear fucking God, help me," I screamed, as my husband slammed the whole of his big dick home into my near virgin pussy. "Excuse my idiot son, wife. At least he had the sense not to touch you since I made you mine. Fuck, you're tight," Derek said, quick to withdraw and shove his dick back into me. ### Pearl was Jason's girlfriend for three years. He never touched her, fat shamed her mercilessly, but kept her around to pass his exams for him, claiming they were waiting for marriage to fuck. When Pearl walked in on him fucking a hooker, she was devastated, finally coming to terms with the truth: her boyfriend found her curves revolting. He was disgusted by her. Done being used and ready to get laid, Pearl agrees to go on a last minute blind date in her sister’s place. Little does she know that her 'date' isn’t the stranger she was supposed to meet. He’s Derek Nelson, Jason’s billionaire father and her husband from a drunken one night stand. Derek breaks the news to Pearl, then angry fucks her in front of Jason, demanding she be his whore wife for one year. In student debt up to her eye balls, with her family's debt to think of too, can Pearl really turn her billionaire husband away? As Jason grovels for forgiveness on his knees while Derek fucks Pearl, the young wife must choose: the boy who used and betrayed her or the ruthless, former champion wrester who’s obsessed with ruining her.
もっと見る“Max! Tangkap!”
Sprei putih terbang menuju wajah pria berambut hitam legam bergaya spike.
Maxmillian Tandjaya. Mahasiswa semester 4 jurusan bisnis, Universitas paling bergengsi di Jayakarta bagian Utara. Universitas Lentera Harapan.
Hanya orang-orang kelebihan uang, sanggup menyekolahkan anaknya di kampus tersebut. Jauh berbeda dengan kondisi Max saat ini.
Cukup banyak yang tahu betapa kaya keluarga Tandjaya.
Namun, ketika Max berusia 17 tahun, orang tuanya tiba-tiba menghilang. Bisnis tambang batu bara mereka ditutup karena dianggap menyalahi aturan. Seketika dunianya runtuh.
Max beruntung. Ia berhasil diterima di kampus mentereng itu hanya dengan nilai rapor SMA-nya. Max tergolong anak dengan kepandaian di atas rata-rata.
Tetap saja, ia masih harus membayar uang kuliah setiap semester. Karena itu, ia bekerja di mana dan apa saja, asal menghasilkan uang. Seperti yang sedang ia kerjakan saat ini.
Mencucikan baju atau apapun milik mahasiswa lain. Dengan bayaran sepadan.
“Giliran cucianku!” Si pelempar sprei tadi kembali berteriak. Diiringi tawa cekikikan dari beberapa mahasiswa yang ada di sana.
Hampir pukul 11 siang dan Max masih sibuk di ruang laundry asrama kampus, dengan tumpukan cucian mereka yang membayarnya.
Dengan tawa mengejek, 2 mahasiswa yang sepertinya dekat dengan laki-laki gemuk pemilik sprei itu menambahkan, “Boxer nggak sekalian, Bro?”
“Ah … aku nggak setega itu lah sama Max.” Si gempal bersuara penuh sindiran, membuat hati Max sedikit was-was.
“Boxerku lengket parah!” teriaknya seru. “Bekas semalam! Hahaha!”
Max langsung membuang sprei itu ke lantai dan meraba pelan pipinya. Ia terlihat murka ketika ujung jarinya menemukan cairan lengket menempel di sana. Pasti kena saat sprei menjijikkan tadi dilempar ke wajahnya.
‘Brengsek!’
Segera ia membuka keran air dan mencuci wajahnya sembarangan. Sampai-sampai bajunya sendiri basah.
"Bajingan sial!" teriak Max, tertahan.
Kepala Max tetap menunduk. Tapi, lirikan mata yang tertutup rambut itu seolah menghujamkan pisau tajam ke arah si pelaku.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Semua orang yang ada di ruang laundry pun tergelak melihat tingkah Max yang menurut mereka lucu dan konyol.
“Tenang, Max! Ku-transfer Rp 500 ribu, buat cuciin sprei itu.”
Max mengepalkan tangan kuat-kuat, menahan diri untuk tidak mengamuk.
Yang lain menambahkan, “Keluargamu sudah bangkrut, Max! Bersyukurlah masih dikasih Rp 500 ribu! Deal nggak?!”
Max sadar hal itu. Bagaimanapun juga, itu adalah tawaran terbaik.
Rp 500 ribu untuk mencucikan sprei yang ternoda cairan si pemilik.
“Yeah!” Max melepaskan kepalan tangannya. Menenangkan diri.
Ketiga mahasiswa yang menjahili Max saling pandang. Mereka berharap Max sedikit mengamuk dan menjadi alasan untuk menghajar Max.
Reaksi Max yang datar, membuat mereka bosan.
“Cih! Cuci yang bersih, Max si kacung!”
“Jangan lupa kerjakan tugasku, Bro! Setelah libur mau dikumpulin.”
Mereka melewati Max satu per satu, memberi tepukan mengejek di bahunya. Max hanya diam mematung. Menahan amarah dan ego.
Sekitar pukul 12 siang, Max kembali ke kamarnya.
Ketika hendak membuka pintu, Max mendengar nama kekasihnya disebut-sebut oleh ketiga temannya di dalam kamar.
“Kau dapat undangan ulang tahun Tiara?”
Max yakin, itu suara Paul.
“Yeah. Tapi kenapa Max nggak dapet ya?”
Max tidak kaget mendengarnya. Ia memang tidak pernah mendapatkan undangan ulang tahun.
Max mendengus geli karena orang lain mempermasalahkannya. "Undangan?! Buat apa?! Aku kan pacarnya!"
“Kudengar Darren sudah mengirim banyak hadiah ke rumah Tiara.”
Temannya masih saja berbincang. Tak tahu kalau Max mendengarkan dari luar kamar.
“Lebih parah lagi, ada yang bilang kalau dia mau melamar Tiara. Katanya, Tiara udah putus dari Max.”
“Bisa jadi karena Max udah nggak kaya lagi.”
Mendengar hal itu, Max teringat pertemuannya dengan Tiara. Pertama kali mereka berpacaran, setelah masa orientasi SMA selesai.
Max siswa baru. Sementara Tiara, kakak kelas yang menjadi panitia ospek. Mereka dikenal sebagai pasangan yang paling manis satu sekolahan.
Bahkan setelah keluarga Tandjaya bangkrut, Tiara tetap bertahan menjadi kekasih Max. Tidak ada yang berubah.
Bahkan menurut Max, mungkin dia lah yang berubah. Waktu yang biasa dihabiskan untuk Tiara mulai berkurang. Karena kerja paruh waktu di sana-sini demi menunjang kehidupannya.
Uang yang dulu mudah sekali ia keluarkan untuk semua keinginan Tiara, kini berkurang. Max hanya bisa mengajak Tiara kencan makan mewah 1 kali dalam sebulan.
“Guys, sebenarnya tadi pagi Tia—”
Cklak!
Max memutuskan untuk masuk, menghentikan percakapan mereka.
Panik, mereka langsung menyembunyikan tangan di belakang badan.
Dahi Max berkerut heran. “Kenapa?” Ia masuk hanya untuk berganti pakaian.
Pria berambut belah tengah bernama Tara meringis canggung. “Ehm … nggak! Nggak ada apa-apa, Max. Kau sudah makan?”
Max menggeleng. “Aku makan di acara ulang tahun Tiara saja nanti.”
“Kau mau ke sana?!” tanya mereka. “Kau nggak punya undangan, Max!”
“Aku pacarnya.” Senyum Max penuh kebanggaan. “Aku nggak butuh undangan”
“Sebaiknya kau jangan gegabah!"
Max mengembuskan napas panjang, lelah meyakinkan ketiga temannya itu bahwa ia memang tak perlu undangan.
“Aku nggak gegabah, Paul. Aku punya hak untuk datang ke pesta Tiara.”
“Tapi katanya anak donatur utama kampus kita mau ngelamar Tiara, Max!”
Max menghempas napasnya, kesal. “Mau anak donatur atau anak presiden, Tiara nggak mungkin berpaling. Dia sudah bertahan bahkan setelah aku nggak punya apa-apa.”
Paul terlihat panik. “Max, sebenarnya tadi—”
“Stop, guys!” sentak Max mulai kesal. “Setelah kerja, aku akan ke tempat Tiara.”
Tanpa menoleh lagi, Max segera keluar dari kamarnya.
“Max! Tunggu!”
“Dad, just let me see her for a second,” Jason said, his voice low but edged with not so subtle, familiar hunger as the boxing match roared on the TV above the bar. “Pearl’s pregnant. I am so happy for you guys. I just want to congratulate her in person. Five years married and you two still look like newlyweds in every damn photo. What are you going to do, keep me from the kid his or her whole life?" Derek Nelson set his whiskey down with a deliberate clink, eyes narrowing on his son across the scarred wooden table. Their Friday night ritual of drinks at a sports bar was the fragile truce they’d built since Jason started working at the company. Every time he brought up Pearl it felt all the more brittle. Five years had passed since that chaotic Vegas honeymoon. Five years of Derek choosing Pearl every single day. Of watching her bloom into the fierce, brilliant woman who owned his heart and dominated boardrooms at his side. They had built a life together. A quiet, yet passionat
“Pearl, tell me it’s okay to be happy now,” Derek rasped against the curve of my neck.His voice cracked with every raw, pent up year of grief and guilt he had carried alone. His big hands shook as they hooked into the thin waistband of my panties and yanked them down my thighs in one frantic tug. “Even though my sister is gone. Penelope never got to watch Jason grow up because I was too fucking late scraping together the money to save her. Tell me I’m allowed to indulge in us without hating myself for failing them,” he begged, like I could somehow fix his whole world. Make everything okay again. Like he did for me not so long ago. The words tore out of him like they hurt, but the way he kissed my throat right after, open mouthed, desperate, teeth grazing my skin, told me the emotion had finally broken the dam.I didn’t care that he was rough, that the lace scraped my skin as it flew off my legs. Tonight he could have whatever he neede
"I was wrong. Stupid. Naïve. Couldn't save her. Should've been there," he insisted, arms wrapping around me tightly now as his frame shook with how hard he cried. "You were seventeen, Derek. Just a kid yourself. One with big dreams dealt a shitty hand. Jason almost never talked about her, but when he was drunk enough, he'd tell me about her last moments. How she insisted on watching your match before going to the hospital the night she died," I told him with a shaky voice, uncertain I had the right to tell him this story, but too distraught and desperate to console him to care. He pulled back and looked up at me through tear filled eyes and asked in a strained voice, "She did? He never told me." "Yeah," I said with a brave smile. "She saw, husband. She got to see you win. I didn't know her, but I hope your big moment brought her peace, Derek." I had no idea if I was saying the right words. If there were right words to say. But when he grabbed me and held me tight again, I knew the
We had both been faithful to each other after all. It meant more to me than words could say. He teased me gently, a spark of that old playfulness lighting his eyes despite everything as he ate. “Disappointed, wife?”“Not at all,” I answered seriously, meeting his gaze, my voice steady. “Not even a little. Happy. I just want you." His expression softened further, longing and love etched in his facial muscles.“Good. That's all I want too. To belong with you. For you to belong with me instead of to me. As a lover, not an employee. I don’t wish to be your tormentor the way Jason was. The way everyone before me has been. I love you fiercely, but I understand if you need time to get used to the idea," he spoke animatedly.A calm, soft joy settled between us as a love bubble surrounded us. There he was again, promising me the moon and the stars. Just like the night we married. Was I foolish to believe my ideal man was sitting across from me tonight? "Furthering our relationship?" I par
The way he just submitted to me and my whims, wreaked havoc with my stupid heart. This giant, powerful ex heavyweight boxer who could destroy me in seconds, letting me control every thrust, was electrifying. No, I didn't actually think I could hurt him, but that didn't matter. It felt like he trus
Derek's hand closed around my wrist, gentle but unyielding."Upstairs. Now," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.I didn't argue, my pulse racing from the tension. No glass of water for me. Derek practically carried me to our bedroom, kicked the door sh
"Having the woman my dad stole from me avoid me while fucking him a few feet away, night after night, hasn't been working for me, Pearl. Maybe I was just scared to be real with you. Maybe you intimidated the shit out of me, Pearl. Smarter than me. Smartest person I know. You were going places eve
“I can’t stand it,” I snarled to the empty room. “I can’t fucking stand the thought of him inside her. Not when she was drunk. Not when I was supposed to keep her safe. I’m her husband. I’m supposed to—”The words choked off.I hated myself for it. Hated the jealousy clawing up






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