Semua Bab Wedcuffed: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Adrian POVSeeing no point in continuing the argument, in trying to break through the wall she had erected between us, I abandoned the pretense of conversation. I seized her waist, my grip firm and possessive, and pulled her closer, my body pressing against hers. I bit into her neck, my teeth sinking into the soft flesh just below her ear, then moved lower, my lips and teeth tracing a path along her collarbone. She whimpered, a small, involuntary sound that stirred something within me, a mix of desire and a darker, more primal urge to dominate.My mouth traveled lower, to her breasts, which bounced with each thrust she had taken, their fullness a tantalizing invitation. I began to suck on her pink nipples, my tongue lapping at their hardness, teasing them until they were erect and sensitive. She moaned again, a soft, breathy sound that fueled my desire. I could feel my member swelling inside her, stretching her walls, her wetness trickling down my legs, a testament to her arousal, howe

Sarah POVI turned off the shower, the sound of the water echoing in the quiet bathroom. I stepped out onto the bathmat, the cool tile a stark contrast to the warmth of the shower. I quickly dried myself, my movements mechanical, detached, as if I were going through the motions, my mind still replaying the events of the past hour. I slipped into my pyjamas, the soft cotton a small comfort against my skin. Returning to the bedroom, I was relieved to find it empty. Adrian had left. A wave of exhaustion washed over me. I had no energy to go downstairs and prepare dinner. I crawled into bed, pulling the duvet over my head, seeking the solace of darkness and warmth. Just as I began to drift off, the bedroom door creaked open, the sound jarring me awake. I knew who it was. I didn’t bother to look."Get up, Sarah," Adrian’s voice cut through the silence, his tone brooking no argument. "I know you’re not asleep."Reluctantly, I pulled the duvet down, my eyes meeting his. He was standing by the

Sarah POVI pushed open the heavy oak door to the boardroom, a polite smile plastered on my face. "Hello, everyone," I said, my voice bright and professional. "Sorry to keep you all waiting." My gaze swept over the group of five men already seated around the large mahogany table. They were all impeccably dressed, their suits tailored to perfection, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and impatience. One man, tall and well-built, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, was standing with his back to me, engrossed in a phone call. I walked over and waited patiently for him to finish, my mind already reviewing the details of the proposal, the key points I needed to emphasize.He ended the call with a curt nod and turned to face me. Our eyes met, and I felt a jolt of…recognition. There was something familiar about him, something about the way his eyes held mine, something about the set of his jaw, the way he carried himself. But I couldn't quite place where I had seen him before."Sa

Sarah P.O.VSometimes, we need to accept reality and stop wasting our time on the wrong people. I’m okay with sacrificing my time to make a relationship work, but in the end, there should be positive outcomes. Like Adrian, I deserve a stable life. He can’t expect me to be a dutiful wife when all he did was find flaws in me while expecting me to overlook his own. It was a constant, subtle chipping away at my self-worth, a drip, drip, drip of criticism that eroded my confidence. I was constantly walking on eggshells, trying to anticipate his moods, his unspoken expectations. It was exhausting.It’s been five days since I moved back to my mother’s house. Unlike those cliché stories, I didn’t lock myself in a room and cry over my broken relationship. Instead, I continued with my normal routine because I can’t afford to be weak over a marriage that was doomed from the start. I refuse to drown myself in misery. I’d spent too long already submerged in it.From the beginning, it was clear that

Sarah POVAfter what feels like forever, we're finally ready. I choose a blue spaghetti strap crisscross bodycon dress, while Ester rocks a red strappy mini dress that shows off her perfectly toned body. “We are looking hot!”. Ester sPOKE She is looking at our reflection within the mirror. I laugh a bit as I get done with my hair. We are both too lazy for doing anything that is extra, so we leave it on down there. We link arms so we can head to the club after some makeup and our favorite heels.The club is filled up, even though it is just a weekday. The music is loud, the lights are energetic, and the energy is electric. I get whiskey when we go to the bar, and Ester picks vodka. While we talk and while we chuckle, I hear a known voice say my name.Noah says “Hey, Sarah” in a friendly way. I do notice that his eyes then light up. Ester is next to me when this occurs. I bring them forward as I promised. For a period of time, Noah has been interested in her though Ester has been actin