Todos los capítulos de His Ensnared Innocence: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •Willa laughed. "Please! Don't say such things in public! People might misunderstand."Miliani giggled, and that sound made Tulip laugh too. It felt like sunlight had snuck into the goodbye. "Also who will give me ideas now?" Miliani asked, pout deepening. "All those crazy ones… that somehow ended up working." "You still have me on call, you know." Willa smiled fondly. "We'll talk every day. I'll keep you updated on every little thing. You'll be sick of me in two weeks." "No, I won't," Miliani whispered, hugging her tightly. "I never will." Just then, a maid came rushing down the hallway with a small brown bottle. "Ma'am! Your morning vitamins! You must not delay them for even a minute!" She huffed. Tulip groaned, throwing her head back. "If one more person tells me what to eat, drink, wear, or breathe for this baby, I swear..." She was clearly frustrated but that poor maid had nothing to do except follow the orders. Her eyes were downcast a

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • As Jovanno settled beside her, he noticed something. His gaze dropped to the inside of her arm, where a small square patch clung to her delicate skin. His curiosity piqued. "Hey, what is that? Is something wrong with you, Miliani?" Mili paused, glancing down. She'd forgotten to take it off. It was from the blood test that the doctor administered to her yesterday evening. "Oh, that? It's nothing. Just a random blood test the doctor prescribed yesterday. I'm okay." But Jovanno's concern didn't waver. "Okay as in... you were sick or...?" "No, not really," she answered, stabbing a piece of broccoli as she was not comfortable sharing such intimate information with him. "Just... regular check-up stuff. Nothing serious." Jovanno didn't look convinced. He seemed a bit too invested in this topic, in Mili's health. "Miliani, seriously. If something's wrong, you can tell me." "I'm fine." Her voice was firmer now as she wanted to close the topic

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Mili wasn't sure how to be a good girl at this point when all she could imagine was him hitting it real hard inside of her until she couldn't imagine anything at all. Mili could not help whine again when he lifted her slightly from his hardness. But all he did was start to drive himself in and out of her. She cried out but in pleasure. Her hands squished her boobs and she arched her back more into him as he fucked her hard and raw. Mili tried to catch another glimpse of them in the mirror but all she could see was a blur of her getting ravished. "I can't hold no..no more," she moaned as her pussy clenched around him tightly. She released like a raging volcano, fighting for oxygen when he hit her at all of the right places through the convulsed tightness. He then carried her over to the bed. "On your fours," he demanded, setting her up on her fours and spanking her lightly. She would give him more and more Daniel knew...his shaft clung to

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • The mansion buzzed with unusual and excessive activity. Maids hurried across the marble floors with fresh linens, while others dusted every corner as though the place were preparing for a royal inspection. But none of it was ordered by Daniel. It was Mili. Restless energy surged in her veins, though she couldn't name the exact reason. Her heart was unsettled. Her mind was too loud. She was moving through the mansion with an ache she couldn't soothe, as if something unseen lingered in the air. She decided to overwork to keep herself busy. So, she managed everyone's work with her own inspection and decided to redecorate every corner of the mansion. "Polish the silver again," she told one maid. "Change those curtains," she ordered another. Even the butler had raised his brows when Mili insisted the entire dining hall be recleaned after it had already been scrubbed spotless. She was behaving so unlike her ...more impatiently than anyone

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •The balcony doors stood open, letting the cool Sicilian night air curl into the space. Beyond, the yard was a black sheet with faint glimmers of moonlight scattered like broken glass. Daniel stood there with a cigar between his fingers, awaiting his friend, but lost in his mind. Lucia stepped in quietly with two mugs in her hands. "Coffee?" she offered softly, placing it on the marble railing. Daniel leaned against the railing, his sleeves rolled up, that cigar burning low between his fingers. "No." Lucia smiled faintly. "You used to take it black. Every morning. I recalled because I taught her." She gestured toward the room in the distance where Mili had been kept moments ago. "Miliani. I showed her some videos about how you like it." Daniel's eyes flickered, "And?" "And..." Lucia said, folding her hands before her, "Your wife is very transparent. She wears her heart on her sleeve. A girl like that can't hide what she feels." Danie