All Chapters of One Night Stand series : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Tears stung Leah’s eyes as she stood frozen, staring at Mira’s lifeless body the next day. Her skin had turned ghostly pale, drained of every trace of warmth. Blood streaked across her cheeks and pooled at the corner of her lips, dried dark against the fragile lines of her face.Her eyes once so full of light were wide open, rolled back into a chilling white that made Leah’s stomach twist. It was as if life had been ripped from her violently, leaving behind only a shell that mocked the memory of who she had been.Mira’s hair clung to her damp skin, strands matted with blood, and her delicate hands were curled stiffly at her sides, the nails broken as though she had fought until her very last breath.A sob broke free from Leah’s throat, raw and aching. She stood rooted to the spot, watching as Mira’s body was wrapped and bundled away. It was the first sight that had greeted her when she stepped out of the mansion that morning, the pale body lying out in the cold air, robbed of its fire

Leah barely recognized the girl staring back at her in the mirror. Hollow eyes, lips pressed into a trembling line, hair falling in uneven strands around her face.She had not slept since Mira’s death. Sleep meant silence, and silence brought the memory back: Mira’s laughter cut short, her body broken, and Nathan’s shadow looming like an executioner.Leah should have hated him without question. But the guard’s hushed words still burned in her mind like fire written on her skin.“It wasn’t the young master… orders came from higher up.”The phrase clung to her like a curse, who was higher up? Nathan’s father? Someone else in the family?She wanted to dismiss it, wanted to keep her anger sharp and simple. But doubt crept in like poison. If Nathan wasn’t Mira’s killer, then she had condemned him wrongly. And if he was innocent… then the real enemy still lurked in these polished halls, watching her every move.The morning air felt cold despite the fire roaring in her chamber. Servants pass

Leah could still feel the parchment’s coarse edge digging into her fingertips long after it had slipped from her hand. The words burned inside her skull, circling like vultures. You’re next.The note lay on the floor where it had fallen, harmless in appearance but carrying the weight of a death sentence. She wanted to crush it under her heel, to erase it from existence, but even the thought of touching it again made her skin crawl.Nathan’s hand was still on her arm, firm, grounding. She hated that part of her wanted to lean into his grip, to draw from the steadiness in his touch. With every ounce of willpower, she pulled back.“Don’t,” she whispered, stepping away until her back hit the cold wall. “Don’t touch me, don’t say anything. Just tell me the truth for once.”Nathan’s eyes flickered with something unreadable…pain, anger, exhaustion, all tangled together. “I’ve been telling you the truth, Leah. You just don’t want to hear it.”Her laugh cracked, hollow and bitter. “The truth?

The house felt different after that night. Too quiet. Too still. Even the walls seemed to hold their breath, as if they had heard something dangerous and were waiting for it to happen again.Leah could still hear Marcus’s words. They looped in her head until they were louder than any noise in the house. “When the war comes, Mrs. Nathan, who will you stand for?” The question made sense in a way she hated. It made her chest tight and her heart race.She tried to push the thought away, but every time she saw Nathan, the doubt came back stronger. He did not know what Marcus had said. She had not told him. She could not at least, not yet.Since she moved into the house, Nathan had shouted and controlled most of the time. Now he watched her. He watched like someone trying to read a private map. His eyes followed her in hallways and in rooms, searching for what had changed.When Leah passed him in the hallway that day, he spoke softly. “You didn’t sleep much.” The words were gentle. They sou

" Play with yourself," he ordered almost immediately.“What…? That was the first question in Leah’s mind… what does he mean by play with yourself…. Leah has never done such before and he knows but the way he looks at her makes her want to obey him so much.“I will if that's what you want, but l'd much rather you play with me." Leah said not knowing where the courage came from…Well, that was her final invitation for him. Leah obviously was looking for some action.“No baby girl… play with yourself why I watch…”Leah gently stroked one finger across her slit. As she did, she leaned forward to kiss him burying her tongue in Nathan mouth. She kept fingering her cunt until it was nice and moist, but she didn't insert it into pussy. Leah was becomingaroused from the kissing and fingering. “Yessss~~~” Leah was beginning to moan as she was really getting turned on. Never in her wildest dream would she have imagined touching herself while she kiss her husband will turn her on so much.Lea