CEO's Only Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Jair suddenly entered the room and Eric didn't bother to hide his anger. "What the hell are you doing in here?" Jair was clearly drunk and that made him all the more dangerous. Jair's eyes flashed with anger before striding toward the girl who was curled up on the bed. His gaze roamed over her naked body, and his lips curled into a lustful smile. "It seems to me that the little whore is awake." The girl is scared, very scared. She hastily crouched to the head of the bed, trying to cover herself with her arms and hair - and at the same time trying to pull the sheets up from under her. He suddenly realized the fact that the girl had not reacted like that while they were sitting on the bed together. She seemed more enraged than scared of him, but that was after the blindfold was removed and she realized who he was. That means one of two things: either, she feels she already knows him based on their brief encounter, or two, she finds him unthreatening. Whether it's one or two, the way s

I use it to wash clothes for my family at home. My stomach tightens. I don't hate my mother. I love her. I should have told her that often, even if she rarely told me. Tears hurt my eyes, but right now I couldn't fall to my knees. I had to think of a way to escape. My first instinct was to try using the door, but I brushed it off because it was too stupid. Firstly because I remember it was locked. Plus, if it's not locked, I'm sure I'll run into the kidnappers face to face. The look of that guy, the guy named Jair, his eyes flashed in my mind and a shiver of terror ran down my spine Instead, I tiptoed over to the curtains and pulled them down. The window was boarded shut. I could barely hold back a cry of frustration. Running my fingers around the edge of the wooden plank, I tried to pull it up, but I couldn't. Damn it. The door swung open right behind without warning. I spun around, slamming my back against the wall as if I could blend in with the curtains. Room door is not locked

My hunger is an angry living being, scratching and howling beneath every inch of my skin. I lunged for the sumptuous meal like a hungry animal - shoving food and water down as deep in my throat as I could. I don't even know if what I'm stuffing in my mouth is chicken or dried spiced beans. Just knowing where that food could fill the void in my stomach was fine, and I ate until I couldn't eat anymore. Until I'm full. Grease, salt, and food crumbs covered my hands and face while my throat was busy constricting around the last batch of hearty food. When my hunger stopped, I finally saw a plastic fork in the middle of the empty paper plates. In a frenzy, I grabbed it and ran straight to the paneled window, weakly stabbing it into the planks. As the meal continued to find its way down to my stomach, the plastic fork shattered when I tried to pry open the window. Breathing fast and shallow with the food still in my throat, I finally threw the broken pieces of plastic across the room, towar

He pulled me off the floor with his wrists, and, in one swift motion, hung my wrists on a bedpost until I was precariously standing on my toes. Hanging huge exposed there; My whole body is tensed to a close - everything is exposed, my breathing becomes rapid. He roughly grabbed my face, “Do you know what your problem is, pet? She still hadn't learned to choose wisely. Dinner would have been different, but you chose this.” I have prepared a sly reply on the tip of my tongue. The words would make him as angry as I terrified, but then he kissed me. The kiss was intense, possessive, with the intention of smothering the criticism in its infancy. There's no glancing tongue here; he was too smart to do that, but just pressed his full lips against mine. It ended before I had a chance to react. He walked over to the cart where the food had been left and rummaged through a black bag. My eyes widened. Where the hell is that thing? There is nothing in the world as ominous as a black bag, a blac

He turned around, leaning against the counter, the edge pressing against his spine. One hand gripped the edge of the counter, the other a bottle of beer that was rapidly cooling down as streaks of water ran down his arm. He drank heavily. There's a lot to put on the girl's shoulders, and then there's him. Aside from his personal enmity, he couldn't let Raymond down. Vladek Rostrovich must die. In this respect, Raymond and he never disagreed. When it comes to taking each step, it's completely different. He took a full gulp, churning the liquid in his mouth before swallowing and feeling it fill him. Ruining the lives of others is what he is very good at, of course, this task is no different. Or is it? He emptied the beer bottle, enjoying a little but still wanting more. He turned to rinse his mouth, watching the water rush out. The girl was really terrified of him, that he was sure of. Have to use that to your advantage. Under his tutelage, she would become whatever it took to survive