All Chapters of The Game of a Married Woman : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Marceline’s POV"Kiara!" Roman’s voice rang out in the garden as soon as he saw Kiara, Celesta’s daughter. He shouted her name like they hadn’t seen each other in years, when in fact it had only been three hours since they parted at school."Romeo!" Kiara shouted back with the same excitement, and both of them ran into each other’s arms happily."Our children are just like us," Celesta said with a wide smile as we hugged each other too."Do they have a choice?" I raised a brow at her in tease, smiling as we pulled away."They really don’t have a choice. They must be friends," Celesta replied with a chuckle.I laughed with her. Celesta had always insisted that since we were best friends, our children must also be best friends."Rome, is it only Kiara you saw? What about me?" Celesta asked Roman, pretending to frown."Hmmm… sorry… Aunt Celesta," Roman said shyly, avoiding her eyes. He was always shy around her, and I couldn’t blame him. Celesta loved teasing him."My Rome is shy again,"

Marceline’s POV “Good night, mummy,” Roman said softly as he closed his eyes. “Good night, baby,” I replied with a gentle smile, watching him drift into sleep. We got back from Celesta’s house an hour ago—she had insisted we stay for dinner. I sat beside Roman’s bed for a while, making sure he was in a deep sleep before I left his room quietly. I walked to the living room and sat on the couch, switching on the television to watch a show I had been following. I wanted to relax a bit, but barely had I leaned back when I heard slow footsteps coming down the stairs. I didn’t bother to turn; I already knew who it was. It was Philip. I had seen his car in the parking lot earlier, so I knew he was back. He walked straight to the kitchen without saying anything to me, and that was fine—better that way. But the peace didn’t last long. I soon heard his footsteps again, this time coming toward the living room. “There’s no food in the kitchen,” he said quietly, but I could hear the anno

Dominic’s POV“Sorry I kept you waiting,” I said with an apologizing face the moment I reached where she was sitting. We agreed to meet here... a quiet café. I had wanted to be the one waiting for her, but she arrived before me.“You didn’t, ‘cause I just got here too,” Marceline replied with a smile, and my breath caught. One thing I had noticed about her ... she hardly gets angry.My eyes trailed over her. She looked more beautiful than ever today.“You look very beautiful today,” I said with a smile. I always knew she was beautiful, but today, she looked extremely gorgeous.“Today?” she said, raising one brow, as if asking if that meant she wasn’t beautiful every day.“No, no. Always,” I quickly said when I realized what she meant. She chuckled softly.“You look…” she began, her voice low as she studied me, trying to find the right word. My heart raced. I had taken time to select my outfit today. I didn’t want to look too stiff.“Charismatic,” she finally said with a soft gaze befo

Chapter 47Marceline’s POV“Hmmm…” I woke up with a soft moan, my eyes fluttering open. Dominic’s left hand was on my breast, gently kneading and cupping it. I was lying against his right arm, realizing I must have fallen asleep after our intimate moment.“You’re awake,” he murmured, pressing a kiss on my bare shoulder.I nodded, taking a deep breath to steady myself. His touch and kisses sent shivers down my body.“You really have a nice body,” he whispered in a deep voice against my ear, and I trembled at the sound. He had said those words so many times, yet every time he did, I couldn’t help but feel happy.“Dominic…” I gasped softly when I felt something hard poking me from behind. I shut my eyes tightly, biting my lip. I knew exactly what it was. I tried to move away, but his arm held me firmly, yet gently.His kisses grew deeper, warmer—his breath heavier. Then his mouth found my breast, sucking gently while one of his hands slipped between my legs, massaging me there.He was dr

Philip’s POVI parked my car outside the gate of Anastasia’s Villa and turned off the engine. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as anger burned inside me like fire I couldn’t control. I had promised myself never to come here again, but Marceline had pushed me to this point.How could she tell me to continue with Anastasia as if it was nothing? As if it didn’t matter? I’m her husband, not just some random man she could dismiss. The words she said to me earlier kept ringing in my head, and each time I remembered them, my chest tightened in fury. She had bruised my ego, and that pain made me restless.With a deep breath, I grabbed my phone and dialed Anastasia’s number so she could open the gate. The call rang several times before she finally answered.“Philip,” she called, her voice soft with surprise. She sounded sleepy, like someone who had already gone to bed but was woken up by my call.“I’m at the gate,” I said coldly and ended the call before she could say another wor