Todos los capítulos de Mary Johnson ~ The Paid Bride: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

~~~~When we finally got to the mansion, I felt his hesitation again. Like his body was here, but his mind was somewhere else. Still, I took his hand and didn’t give him the choice to pull back. We got out of the car together.Just as I was reaching for the front door, it swung open from the inside. Nora came rushing out, out of breath, panic written all over her face.“Oh my God,” she gasped the moment she saw Eric. “You look thin. Eric, why are you so stubborn?”Her voice cracked slightly—she wasn’t trying to scold him; she was just scared. And honestly, who could blame her?I let out a long breath. “Not here, Nora,” I said, calmly. “Let’s go inside first.”Because the last thing I needed was to be on someone’s Instagram feed by morning.“Okay,” she nodded and stepped aside.We followed her in.But once the door shut behind us, it

~~~~“Jeez,” I sighed loudly as I opened the bedroom door. I stood at the threshold, just observing the dark, empty space. No wonder Eric didn’t want to stay here. Honestly, I didn’t want to be here for even a moment.I couldn’t even remember the last time I slept here, not since the whole Diana mess. I walked in and went straight to the window. “This room needs light,” I whispered to myself, pushing the curtains open. “Ah! Fresh air,” I muttered as the cold wind greeted my face. I sighed again and stepped out onto the balcony.As I walked out, my mind started to drift. What’s going to happen to us now? I questioned. Denying the pregnancy doesn’t mean she isn’t pregnant. And then there’s this whole thing about our marriage—no matter what I tell myself, the marriage is still as fake as it could be.I turned to the room, resting my back on the metal. “I didn’t co

~~~~Once she lowered herself onto him, Eric felt an overwhelming wave of heat and pleasure flood his senses. Mary began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her hips rotating in a sensual dance that drove him to the edge of control.The soft strands of her golden hair brushed against his bare skin—gliding over his stomach and thighs like silk. Her presence above him was ethereal, radiant.At that moment, she looked like a golden rose blooming under a quiet spring night—delicate, powerful, and breathtakingly beautiful.“This… this is mine,” Eric thought, a foolish grin tugging at his lips before he could stop it. She noticed—of course she did—and smiled at him, as if savoring the power she held over him. She kept moving slowly, almost torturously so, and even though it frustrated him, he couldn't help but love every second of it.The hotness of her, the way her body held him so completely—it was almost too much. His desire only intensified, growing stronger with every subtle movemen

~~~~~~Eric collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon. He dragged a hand through his hair, dazed and a little stunned. He had never—never—done something like this before.Not even back when he was single. Masturbation? That just hadn’t been his thing. He’d never needed it. But tonight? Tonight was different.Who would've guessed that giving someone else so much pleasure could leave him this breathless, this wrecked?He sighed, turning his head to glance at Mary—curled up beside him, flushed, glowing, looking like something out of a dream. And the way she moaned his name… the way she came undone beneath him like he was the only man in the world who could make her feel that way…“Damn,” he muttered under his breath.He wasn’t just drained—he was gone for her. Emoti

~~~~~~He looked completely shocked—like the idea of coming with me had never even crossed his mind. Seriously? Did he really think I’d go alone? So much for standing by me.“Why do you look like that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “You are coming. You're the boss, remember? You're the one discussing the contract. I’m just the middle woman—the one who connected you guys.”“But…” he scratched the back of his head, visibly nervous, “you’re the actual boss, Mary. The land belongs to you, not me.”“I know,” I replied calmly, “but I also know my parents. They’ll only take this seriously if it looks official—if it feels like a real business deal and not some favor from their daughter. They’ll work their hardest if they know it’s a proper contract and they’re earning from it.”Eric looked like he wanted to argue, but I reached for his hand.“I already planned to pay them for their work, but they won’t take my money. You know how they are. Please… do this for me. Just play the part, okay?”“Yo