All Chapters of Condemned Wife's Compliance: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Aris stopped the car in front of a big house, which was a private residence in the middle of a gated community. They were greeted by a young man who claimed to be the gardener and the son of the housekeeper. He took their luggage into the house and they followed him inside. A lovely, big-boned older woman with a head of black hair that was going grey in a messy bun greeted them.Adrea felt like she was going to like the woman. She didn’t know if it was because she was acting like a mother hen or if it was the promise of food as soon as they washed up. They were led up to their rooms and Adrea didn’t know if she should be pleased or distressed that Aris’s room was right next to hers.‘If you’re disappointed it’s because he’s not in your bed,’ she told herself.And wasn’t that the truth. She had to appreciate that he was letting her have her own space. She wondered what she would have done had he put her in the same room as himself. Would she have been upset? Happy?Why was she thinking

The players had not done anything beyond greeting each other at this point. The dealer dealt the cards and Adrea did not waste time checking her cards. She had a jack and a nine. Both of diamonds. She decided to keep the hand.She looked around at the table; the men around her at the table did the same. Adrea was the small blind in this round. She laid down half the minimum bet. The next player laid down the minimum bet, then the next; two players folded immediately, and the last one stayed in the game.Adrea pushed forward a chip to meet the minimum bet and then looked at the dealer. As he was laying down the cards, a player next to Adrea broke the silence.“You guys can call me Roberts,” he said. “I am from the US.”Adrea looked over at the man and said, “Nice to meet you.”He looked at her and said, “Where are you from?”She told him the part of Europe she came from.He smiled and nodded. “I heard they have a very good poker scene over there.”Adrea smiled. “We do. That’s what my f

It was the last game of the night and Adrea had to admit that she was looking forward to being done. Her exhaustion, however, did not dull her mind. She yawned behind her lady’s fan and blinked at the people who were on the table with her. There were four of them, as the other two players had run out of chips and had had to leave the table.There was an eight of clubs, a ten of hearts and a jack of hearts on the table. Adrea had a jack and an ace in her hands. Both of diamonds. This game was hers to win or lose. She watched as the only other woman on the table, Nicole, placed her bet. The next player, a man called Spenser, raised that bet without hesitation.“You dirty bastard,” the man who came next, Josh, said with a chuckle.Adrea let herself smile with humour as Josh matched the bet.She did the same. It was then Nicole’s turn to decide if she was staying in the game or folding. Could she afford the bet that had been laid down? She could, and she called.The dealer placed another

As Rafael pulled into the driveway, he already knew the house would be empty. Still, some part of him had hoped to be wrong. Maybe she would be there, curled up on the sofa with her phone or laptop, or in her room ignoring him. But no. The place was silent, just as it had been for days now.He checked her social media status before he even stepped out of the car. She’d been online recently. So she was fine. That thought repeated itself in his head like a mantra: she was fine. It had only been a few days. She was fine.The housekeeper had told him she’d packed a bag and left after her cousins had come to visit. At first, he had assumed she’d gone with them. But then he saw their posts—smiling pictures at bridal shops, clinking glasses of champagne. She wasn’t in any of them. Not in the background, not tagged, not mentioned.Of course she wasn’t. She didn’t get along with them. That had always been clear.So, where the hell was she?Probably with Felix.He let out an annoyed breath throu

Dinner with Moreau was going to be uneventful. That was what Adrea went in thinking. She walked into the restaurant with Aris holding her hand and navigating them to where Moreau was seated, a set of judgy eyes set on a carefully blank face. Aris grinned at him. He looked like he was rolling his eyes without actually doing it.Adrea did not notice the exchange; she was busy looking around to see if she was over- or underdressed. She saw that although some people came in business formal clothes and others were in smart casual clothes, like her and her sundress.“Hello, Moreau,” she said as she reached him.He nodded at her as his eyes flickered to Aris, who was saying, “How was mass, Moreau? Did you get the enlightenment you need?”The corners of his lips twitched, but he stayed impassive. Yeah, that was Aris’s effect on almost everyone.Aris pulled out a chair for Adrea and she smiled at him as she gracefully slid into it.He wondered if the pair knew what they looked like. The way the