All Chapters of HIS RUIN: SCORNED WIFE STRIKES BACK: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Margaret blinked back tears.“I don't understand, you want to get pregnant for you?”She crashed down on the floor, squeezing her thighs together. "Ahhh.."I moan escaped from her lips.I am sure the drug was kicking again inside her body.She must be well trained to be able to overcome the drug this much. I helped her up. “No, I want you to get pregnant by me for your sister. Do this for your sister, Maggie.”“Is….….Is my sister also aware of this?”She sobbed with her lips trembling.“No, but she will be glad, she is afraid you may see her as a bad sister if she agrees to this. If you really love your sister like you said, helping her won't be a problem, she will never be a mother. Only you can help her Maggie.”“I don't know what to do”.She broke down crying.I rushed and held her in my arms.“Shhh, pretty girls don't cry Maggie, don't mess up your beautiful face. You are a big girl. Now that you've known why we are here, will you help your sister or not, we need to be fast ab

I went to the kitchen and dished out his food, my hands restless as I clinked the spoon against the plate. I could feel his eyes on me from the dining table. “You’re quiet,” Charles said, loosening his shirt collar as he sat down. Look at him, sounding like a lovely, kind husband. “I’m tired,” I replied flatly, setting the steaming plate before him. My lips curved into a forced smile. “Eat.” He chuckled. “You worry too much, Eleanor. You should relax more. Everything is fine.” Everything is fine. The words scraped at my chest like broken glass. “Of course. I mean, what could’ve gone wrong?” I smiled back at him. “You don’t trust me with your sister, understood. But you should at least trust Maggie. You’re acting up, and it’s crazy—that’s your little teen sister.” I didn’t say anything else. I poured him a glass of water and walked away before my tongue betrayed me. My mind wasn’t here. It was upstairs with Maggie. As I approached her room, the house seemed to grow still

I pinched the bridge of my nose, forcing the words out as softly as possible. “Eleanor never asked for this. She never wanted you to carry my child. That was never the plan. This affair is just between us two, because I love you, Margaret… revealing this pregnancy will destroy her, Maggie. It will ruin your sibling relationship. Do you understand? You think she’ll forgive you for this? You think she’ll see this as a gift? No. She’ll see it for what it is—betrayal. I lied, I was selfish with my desires. Please, you have to get rid of the baby.” Silence. Then the sound of a loud sob filled my ears. “You…” she choked, her voice rising into a broken cry. “You lied to me. All this time, you’ve been lying. You made me believe I was helping her, that I was giving her joy, when all I’ve done is… betray her. My own sister! How could you do this! How could you! Do you know what this would do to her? I can’t believe I agreed to it. I am the worst sister ever.” “Margaret, listen to me—” “No

So the nurses told her about their experiences in my private room. Those fools want to be fired!She pulled off her bra making her tits bounce for freedom, totally nude from waist up.I smirked at that."Trying to distract me in this hard times? Walked in here without a permit. You must be punished little girl"."Oh, no, please! Please, don't do that." She snapped, playing along.I stood up and moved close to her."I can't help it, you deserved to be punished, little kitten."My hands snaked up to lightly brush the sides of her breasts and she groaned. "Oh, no, sir. No, please, I don't want that. I'm sorry. Oh!" She whimpered when my palms stroked over her tits blatantly.I smirked."Maybe I can be persuaded to change my mind, if you take a different punishment and then show me your gratitude for this alternative." She smiled back."Well,that's kind of you, sir. What... um, what did you have in mind?""Oh, nothing too terrible. Just something a little more private. Bend over my d

-------That night, I returned home. Walking into the lounge, everything was sparkling clean as always. Eleanor had been busy cleaning like she used to. I doubted she knew something. I hoped I was right. "Honey! I'm home," I said as I walked toward the room. Just then, I heard moans coming out of my matrimonial bedroom. I was traumatized by the idea of my wife hiding a man in our room and another man riding her. I clenched my fists as my adrenaline skyrocketed. I dashed into the room only to find her masturbating with a sex toy and moaning loudly. I was furious and felt disrespected. "What is the meaning of this nonsense, Eleanor?" I slapped her and pulled the toy, flinging it away. "This is the woman I got married to? Look at how you're behaving like a slut! How dare you insult me in such a manner? How can a married woman live like a street whore?" Eleanor turned to me, still holding the cheek I slapped her on. I expected a sad or angry