Nicholas closed the file on his desk while leaning back into his chair and heaving out a soft sigh. The weight of his thoughts was centered on Reyna. His thoughts were always consumed by her face, day and night. She had an undeniable allure that consumed his every waking moment. Her brown eyes never ceased to draw men into a deep trance. Her olive skin had freckles that scattered beautifully across her face, while her soft pink lips fit perfectly on his cock. He groaned softly, feeling the familiar ache of desire surge through his body, as his thoughts were interrupted by the shrill ring of his phone. He took out his phone from his pocket, and the caller ID, ‘Wifey’, flashed on it. Cringing at the name, he reluctantly answered, only to be met with the sound of high-pitched laughter in the background. “Olivia, where the hell are you?” His voice carried a fierce edge, frustration seeping through each word. There was a moment of silence, followed by some shuffling on the other end. “B

Reyna took a deep breath as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Today was the day she would become Mrs. William Parker. Her heart pounded with anxiety and apprehension. She had gone over every detail again and again, weighing the pros and cons. Ultimately, her ambitions and desire to succeed had won out over any doubts or fears. As she put the final touches on her makeup, her mind wandered to William. They had only met briefly when he proposed the unusual arrangement, but there was an undeniable magnetism about him that both thrilled and intimidated her. She wondered if there could ever be anything real between them, or if this would be a cold business transaction. A soft knock at the door pulled Reyna from her thoughts. “Come in,” she said, her voice tinged with nervousness. The door creaked open and Aunt Mildred entered, her eyes filled with concern. “Reyna, are you absolutely sure about this?” she asked gently. “You know you don’t have to go through with it if you’ve ch

William stared after her fleeing form, the fire dying from his eyes. As the haze of anger and alcohol faded, horror flooded through him at his own actions. “Reyna, wait!” he called hoarsely, taking a stumbling step after her. What had he done? He hadn’t laid hands on a woman in violence since… But Reyna was already gone, her footsteps receding rapidly up the stairs. William ran an agitated hand through his disheveled hair, cursing himself violently. He hadn’t lost control like that in years. And to take it out on Reyna of all people… “Reyna!” he tried again, moving unsteadily toward the stairs. But there was only silence. As he reached the top landing, he thought he heard muffled sobs from behind her bedroom door. William approached slowly, shame and self-loathing threatening to choke him. He raised one hand hesitantly. “Reyna,” he rasped, his voice cracking. “I…I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry. Please…” He trailed off helplessly. But his only answer was the resoundin

Reyna looked at herself in the mirror as the maid finished zipping up the back of her evening gown. It was a sleek red number that hugged her curves delicately. She knew William had specifically chosen this gown for the charity gala they were attending that evening, wanting his "wife" to look the part. As she applied the final touches of lipstick, her thoughts drifted to Mia. Her daughter was asleep in one of the many guest rooms of the lavish mansion, being cared for by their usual nanny. Reyna hated leaving her, even for a few hours, but these public appearances were important for maintaining her and William's fabricated relationship. A few days after the emotional ordeal with William's father, Reyna and William found themselves preparing for their next public appearance as a married couple. A big charity gala was being held by one of William's philanthropic foundations, and as the public faces, they had to put on a happy front. Reyna quickly got ready, slipping into a glittering

William hesitated, conflict warring in his eyes. Reyna lay breathless beneath him, the heady desire of moments ago dissipating into uneasy tension. He closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath. “Reyna…I think this was a mistake. We shouldn’t have…” Her face fell, and her chest clenched painfully. “Why? What changed?” “I just…” William sighed and pulled away, swiftly redressing in tense silence. Reyna sat up slowly, clutching the tattered remains of her dress to her bare chest. “Please talk to me, William. What did I do wrong?” He turned to face her, his expression unreadable in the shadows. “You still have feelings for Nicholas.” Reyna froze. How could she reply to that without hurting him further? “The past can’t be erased so easily. But I want to move forward, with you.” William ran a hand through his hair wearily. “I saw the way you looked at him. It’s clear there’s still…something there.” “Maybe once, but not anymore. You’re the one I choose.” Reyna reached for h