บททั้งหมดของ Their Wife: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

“What did you do with Jude?” As soon as the door opened behind me, I quickly rushed to Ralph grabbing him by his shirt only to see a gun in his hand. My heart rate skyrocketed as I swallowed hard. “Ralph, you didn’t hurt her, did you—““Still stubborn.” His eyes carefully traced the contours of my body, appreciating the way my clothes accentuated my curves. His lips twitched in a scowl. I disobeyed him again. And this wouldn’t end well for me. I licked my dry lips realising I might not be able to walk for another week. My gaze followed as Alexei entered the room shutting the door behind him looking displeased at the sight of me still clothed. The scar on Ralph’s face glowed dangerously inducing more fear inside me as he stalked towards me like a predator looking down at his prey harshly yanking me by the arm and manhandled me easily. I always knew he wasn’t the one to mess with, or someone who could be easily fooled so why did I think I was sneaky enough?“No wonder she’s been actin

“Ralph…” she hoarsely mumbled twisting in his arms. Her bladder was full and she needed to release. But with his tight grip over her small torso, she was afraid if she’d be able to control it. When she didn’t felt him moving an inch, she nervously placed her palm on his cheek and patted ever so gently as if he was a breakable glass. “Ralph?” His light stubble rough yet tingly under her palm. Rara looked at him for a long minute. Always left mesmerised and entrapped by the long lashes and a unusual calmness on his face—something she never imagined seeing. So this monster was capable of looking this gentle under the moon. Unable to tear her eyes away from him, she hungrily licked her lips. Ralph, he was the man who ignited something inside of her that she had never felt before. It was an undisclosed secret, but deep down, she knew she always felt something for him – it was a mixture of fear and something more profound, an undeniable attraction. The kind of forbidden intimacy that left

We silently crossed the Seine as the city emerged from the darkness of night. With no traffic, the driver proceeded to drive through the middle of the street, and nearby stood The Eiffel Tower, resembling a metallic skeleton reaching upwards into a sky that was quickly turning blue. Typically, a morning like this would be foggy or at least misty, but contrary to how I felt, it seemed determined to be an idealistic day in Paris, as if it was straight out of a storybook, albeit lacking any shared glances between two people.Ever since the moment we landed in Paris, I noticed a shift in Alexei’s mood. He was more distant submerged in his thoughts I tried not to glance his way cause whenever our eyes met, he was avoiding my gaze. Ralph's hand on my thigh burned like lava as he looked outside. The driver approached a multi-storey hotel.The red neon sign gleamed as the car stopped. Alexei surprised her with many things today. The pills and the little freedom he let me have for some time.

Fuck. Cars. And fuck more. It was supposed to be the motto of my life. A cheesy slogan people go by nowadays. What do they call it? Yes. Aesthetic. My aesthetic was supposed to be a carefree playboy—fucking everything walking. Fuck. I was well aware and needlessly proud of my looks. I’d fuck myself too if I could. However, as I looked into Rara's dark eyes, I realized that I didn't know who I was anymore. Amidst the confusing mix of emotions, I saw the diminishing hatred and felt my fantasies fading away. The lies I had told myself were dispelled as the truth became clear in the harsh light. Although her body responded to me, we were still enemies, with mutual enmity. Even though her touch aroused desire in me, there was a violent undertone and my need for her was darker than anything I had experienced. It was not just about having sex with her; I wanted to shatter her, to seek revenge on her delicate flesh.She was the victim of her father’s deeds. And so was I. Alexei and Ralph.

The insistent rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, gently nudging me out of my slumber. An inviting aroma wafted through the air. The intoxicating smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled harmoniously with the irresistible scent of flavoured bread—tartine was it? Confusedly, I opened my heavy lids and realized I was in an unfamiliar room. Trying to make sense of the situation, memories from the previous night flooded my thoughts, causing me to groan and hide beneath the blanket.Of course, it’d be an unknown room. I wasn’t back to where my husbands had kept me captive. We were in Paris. Surrounded by people. After a moment of contemplating, I ultimately mustered up the inner strength to rise from my slumbered state and start on my morning routine. It was an unequivocal truth the man responsible for my father's death had once again infiltrated my thoughts, emotions, and body the previous night, pushing me to the brink of pleasure-induced release. Yet, despite the uneasy intents