All Chapters of Revenge of the Billionaire's Betrayed Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

There was no going back at this stage. Fidelia was extremely wet, and Andrian kept fingering her, increasing his pace and making sure he was hitting the surface of her pussy.A place he knew stimulated a pussy much better and faster and he was right.“Oh fuck… don’t stop!” Fidelia screamed, digging her fingers into her hair and grabbing it tight.Andrian leaned in to reward himself with a deep kiss, then she started trembling, and he knew it was happening.She couldn’t hold on much longer, and he pushed in deeper and faster, and then she finally shot out her cum.Damn, she was cumming hard, and it was a lot. He guessed it had been a really long time since she released. Andrian didn’t let her go; he intensified the pleasure, using his fingers to rub the lips of her pussy so she shot out more.Her whole body felt as if a whole weight had been lifted off her as a wave of pleasure swallowed her. Her body felt light, and her smile brighter than ever but her eyes…Those eyes weren’t satisf

Never would Fidelia have imagined she would give herself so much to a man after one had shattered her heart to pieces. She never thought she could ever love again with her heart broken; she wasn't sure she could, and still wasn't sure she did, but all she knew was she was having the moment of her life here.Pleasure and wonders were happening tonight. She was being pounded hard by Andrian as she wrapped her hands around his neck.Andrian held her ass and squeezed it tightly as his huge dick drove into her faster and harder. His dick had never felt this good inside a pussy. Her pussy walls were sucking his dick each time he pulled back, and it felt really good.They changed position again to doggy style. Fidelia climbed the bed and spread her hands and legs, arching her back for Andrian to fuck.‘Such a bad girl,’ Andrian thought, moving closer and positioning the tip of his dick inside her pussy, then she pushed it, and he fucked.He felt good. He couldn’t control himself from making

Fidelia woke up the next morning wrapped in the duvet. Last night had been wild for her. She looked around for Andrian, confused for a second when she couldn’t find him Then, she stood up and walked toward the kitchen to get a glass of water. That was when she saw it—his note. “As mysterious as ever,” she muttered in her mind. She freshened up and finally stopped in front of the mirror. She was smiling. Hard. It was so hard that she didn’t even understand why the smile was there. Then, everything spun, and her vision blurred. She felt slight pain in her knees. Then, she lost consciousness for a moment. When she opened her eyes again… she opened them as someone else. Her reflection smirked. “Oh my God… finally, I’m out.” Raven's loud, energetic voice sounded. “Guys, I’m so pissed. You all kept taking turns locking me away. But now I'm finally out thanks to the hot husband and the erotic night…. They're about to marry her. He finally made her so happy that I got a

Slowly, Raven turned her phone around.On the screen was a breaking news alert:BREAKING: Secretary to Silas Carson Taken Into Police Custody - Allegedly Involved in Scheme to Frame Fidelia CrawfordBelow it, a smaller headline:Evidence Suggests Conspiracy to Sabotage Crawford CorporationAfter reading the last line, a slow smile stretched across Raven's face. Then Mia's. Then Maya's.They looked at each other and burst out laughing."That bastard!" Raven held up her champagne glass. "He threw his secretary under the bus to save himself!""But at least someone's going down for it," Mia said, raising her glass."To small victories," Maya added.They clinked glasses, the sound ringing through the cabin."Although he did manage to avoid this by letting his secretary take the fall," Raven said, eyes gleaming with mischief, "we'll get him next time.""Yeah, that cunning bastard." Raven's fingers were already flying across her phone screen. "I'm going to spam his email with the wedding inv

Fidelia sat up slowly from her bed and froze.“What the hell happened?”Her bedroom looked like a designer boutique had exploded. Shopping bags everywhere. Boxes stacked against the walls. A wedding dress hanging on the closet door that she definitely didn't remember buying.No. Please, no. don't tell me I missed my weddingShe stumbled out of bed and nearly tripped over a pair of extremely expensive-looking heels. Designer labels were scattered everywhere—Valentino, Gucci, Christian Louboutin. There had to be at least fifty thousand dollars worth of merchandise in this room alone."What the hell happened?" she whispered.She found her phone buried under a pile of tissue paper. Forty-three missed calls. Sixty-seven text messages. Her Instagram had 15,000 new notifications.With shaking hands, she opened the app.Her recent posts made her blood run cold.Selfies. So many selfies of herself self grinning wildly in various Paris boutiques. A video of her riding a motorcycle at dangerous