บททั้งหมดของ THE TRADED WIFE: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

"Honey, how am I looking?" Erma presented herself in a beautiful, long, beige dress with long sleeves."It's beautiful, Darling. I guess you wanted everyone's attention on you." Dale flirted with his wife with a teasing smile."Don't be a joke. I am a mother of a successful son. Of course, I need to look good before his guests and create a good impression about our family background." Erma arrogantly smirked."You are right. Let's do everything to build a good reputation for Caleb; who knows how well this dinner can benefit him in the long term." Dale agreed and gave this comment."I have brought a new pair of clothes for you as well. So, wear only that." She informed, pointing to the new shopping bag."Alright, but is everything ready?" He tried to be confirmed even though he had walked down to check half an hour ago."Yes, don't worry. Caleb's appointed helper did an amazing job, and she will serve Gusset tonight, as our son doesn't want me to do the poor serving task before his gus

"Boss, the new opposition is still trying to target our land behind in the night track. They almost butchered our 20s men, who died in protecting the land." Martin reported, keeping his eyes focused on Byron, whose expression had become dangerously deadly. "I guess they don't care about their destruction and want to play badly with the dead." Byron crossed his fingers and lifted his eyes to dart at Martin before giving his brutal smirk, "As they dare to kill our men in our land, I would like to send their boss a small gift from my side in return as well."Martin knew what his Boss meant by that and waited for him to speak out further."Martin, send our fellows to seize their entire eastern domains and slaughter every individual out there without showing any mercy. They killed our 20 men, and in return, let them count how many we killed." His eyes filled with bloody imagination, "You only got three days to finish your task. Do you get it?" His voice carried a warning that there was no

Byron placed his hand over her huge breast to touch her erect, hard buds in his palm, driving her to groan with pleasure as the heat of touch pushed her body to blaze with lust and yearning for more. The way her body openly demanded him and his touch truly left her speechless about her own hypocrisy.The same man she distrusted is the same man who gives her the most pleasurable night every single time. She can even witness herself craving more with the passing days, like her sexual desire driving her crazy and blowing her self-control. He began stroking his thumb over her one nipple, teasing her soft flesh lightly while keeping leaning on the other one and placing his mouth to give a quick, hard, long suck, leaving Abigail completely breathless. He changed his hand position and moved to another breast to give the same treatment before beginning his hand to finally slide down from her abdomen to the middle of her legs to unfold her precious jewels in two parts and slowly sink his fi

Byron returned home with the same sour mood and discovered Abigail occupied in the kitchen. She did not bother to reach out, even after hearing his clear arrival. So, he also did not pester to talk and just walked into the bedroom to take a quick shower and alleviate the headache that had kept worsening despite the medicine he had taken. So, once he entered the bathroom, he began removing his clothes and walked directly to the cold shower to cool his head and rid his body of tiredness, feeling relaxed. Switching into fresh clothes, he decided to review some office documents in his study room before dinner; this way, he would avoid crossing paths with Abigail for the time being, as he had enough offence for the day, and who knows what Abigail would bring again to force him to go incensed and be violent, because being a Mafia, made him ran out of patience for others and be brutal in a hellish way. So, this alone time helped him to cool down and save her from his demon mode. He walked

Byron looked at the wall clock and found it was nearly midnight before returning his gaze to the Excel sheets on his laptop again. He checked through the traded sheets and found that the revenue margin was not up to standard, as it is every year. Their deals have decreased by 12%, which truly warrants a serious discussion with the commerce team and the dealers. He needs to instruct them to identify the cons and devise a new strategy to address them and improve their rating with deals. He shut the laptop and settled into a comfortable position in the chair, closing his eyes for a few seconds to exhale slowly. Once he felt loose, he opened his eyes to scrutinise the whiskey glass over the desk and picked up the next round to gulp down in one shot and recalled Abigail's sad expression and words before he left her there. 'You should feel lucky, Byron. You have loyal people around you, like Maggy, whom you can trust blindly. Because not everyone is that lucky if you see rightly.'He put