Lahat ng Kabanata ng CEO's Only Wife: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Johnny tried hard to stay focused on the computer screen in front of him, but as he typed, his mind couldn't resist the wandering thoughts. Yena Ruiz is definitely suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, as she continues to wilt because of her lost lover, who kidnapped and tortured her. Johnny didn't care about his tormentors - not even one bit. All of them are the same. His mother once tried to apologize for hitting him by taking him to the park. The best tormentors can make us believe they feel guilty for what they've done, until we get in their way. But it would be a lie not to admit, at least to himself, that Yena's storytelling ability is quite…attractive. For four hours, he'd listened to her talk about her relationship with Eric, and watched her cheeks change color, her skin pink from what he knew to be agitation. How can you not be affected? Yes, he had an erection, it was painful, but he didn't like it. What kind of person gets "in the mood" to hear a victim talk about being abus

Eric couldn't sleep. He did everything he could think of, he took a hot bath, indulged himself, sat in Raymond's library and looked through his books. He couldn't read, but there were some books with pictures in them. He walked around the house and rummaged through the snacks in the fridge. He had finished his gulab jamun and even now, his fingers and the corners of his mouth were still sticky. He still couldn't sleep. Where is Raymond, he wondered? His heart began to speed up at the thought of the elderly man. What if he doesn't come back? What if something happened to you? Eric's stomach hurt. He was never alone before. There was always someone near him, if it wasn't for the boys then Narweh, if it wasn't for the guy, maybe a regular customer. Eric got up and pushed all the blankets and pillows on the floor, his bed was too soft. He lay on the thick carpet and curled up in the blanket provided. Outside, the wind is howling. Why did Raymond leave him alone? He pulled his knees to h

I no longer have pain, not for days. The bruises were gone and the scratches had scabbed over. When they heal, it will be like all traces of my time with Eric will be erased. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and squeezed until the thought passed. If a month ago you told me that, I would be so upset because of my flawless skin, I would call you an idiot and hit you hard. But here I am: a girl with no trace, and no reason to keep moving forward. “It's not like that, Pet. You have all sorts of reasons,” Eric's ghost whispers in my ear. I don't know if his voice in my head makes me crazy, but whatever it is, I don't care. It's what's left of me after the scratches heal. I cannot give up on you. Plus, I also knew that voice wasn't real, no matter how much I wished for it. At night, I like to listen to his voice in my mind, when the hospital is quieter and I can focus on making him as real as possible. I opened my legs and indulged myself with the memory of his mouth licking my nipples

Music filled the air as we walked, and it wasn't long before I noticed that the place looked like a lavish hotel. The floor is marble covered with a very popular wine-colored carpet. I tried to get as close as possible to Eric, especially since he didn't stop it at all. Suddenly, I heard a very loud 'crack' on the left side, followed by a woman's painful groan. My eyes followed the sound, passed the man in front of us, and landed on the scene in the next room. A crowd of well-dressed men, and even a few women, were gathering to watch a man in a white tunic holding a naked woman on his stomach. Her black hair was swept to one side, her face filled with pain clearly visible. Her body looks incredibly graceful, even in a lowly position. A bright red handprint stood out against her pale skin. The man stroked the girl's back and she arched her back, lifting her butt higher as if begging him to hit her again. I turned away as he did, and the woman groaned again, but didn't scream. Is that

At Raymond's request, Eric brought Kitten back to the party. It wasn't something he wanted to do, but in the unfamiliar space of his 'friend' Raymond's large house, he had no choice but to follow the butler towards the other guests. Anger towards Raymond raged through his thoughts, and he needed time to sort out his emotions. Why was Raymond at the mansion and why was he deliberately attacking Eric? Doesn't make any sense, unless Eric considers how Raymond and Jair plot behind his back. He'd love to see this as a betrayal, but that word might be too heavy, given all that Raymond had done for him in the past. Plus, Kitten had let him down. He had warned her to obey, warned her what would happen if she did wrong in front of Raymond and the others, and yet, she embarrassed him. Even now, her hand continued to search for his, seeking warmth in the most tedious way. She hadn't stopped crying ever since she saw the blonde woman. Inside, Eric flinched but didn't know why. The blonde woman