Semua Bab In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle : Bab 81 - Bab 90

  Verena     I paced in the hallway. The random cuffs sitting in his drawer. The basement where he kept Kian in torture for days. His admission to framing Cassandra. It all came back to me and I couldn't help but feel scared.    Not of him. But of things he could be. Daxton wasn't the perfect businessman he posed as, he was involved in something far more dangerous than the image he had always shown me.    And to add to the top of the list, the fact that a gang worked for him. It was either that he was that influential or straight-up engaged in criminal activity.     I needed answers because I didn't know Daxton. Not at all.     Daisy barked and I figured out that Daxton was back home. I rushed down the stairs, his face coming into view as he brushed his hand through Daisy’s fur, his eyes coasting over to mine. “Hey, Pr

Verena My Saturday morning to-do list? Find Zita, beat the shit out of that scheming brain of hers. Impatience needled at me as I tapped the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the Villa that used to be mine. I had paid one of the security guards a huge sum last night—Donald. The only person Kian didn't fire after I found out that he had dismissed a lot of the staff because he suspected them. I had asked Donald for only one thing. Zita’s morning routine. She would always go on a run the moment the clock struck seven. I glanced at my wristwatch. 6:59… 7:00 fucking A.M. The moment the car’s door clicked open, Zita strolled out of the gate with a big smile on her face. How could someone be so fake? She got on one knee, did her shoe lace, straightened, and stretched. She was even wearing the gym shorts and sports bra that I forgot to take when I moved out. Or perhaps she even stole it! I could feel the anger festering in my stomach as she ran at a slow pace, past my car, d

Verena People on the internet said makeup sex was the best form of sex. But, doesn’t it usually last only once? For days now, Daxton and I have been fucking more than we usually do. While I blamed it on our high libidos, Daxton just worded it as makeup sex. If it weren't for my inability to conceive anymore, I would definitely be knocked up by now with the way we have been having raw, intense, and unprotected sex like wild animals. And, the interesting part, I loved every part of it. I loved when he fucked me sore and until I blacked out with him still buried inside of me. Daxton snatched my jaw, his mouth covering mine, his tongue invading my mouth roughly, pummeling harder inside of me as my walls tightened around his cock—almost crushing it. He ripped his mouth away, trailing wet kisses down the side of my face. “Sit on me, Princess. I want to watch you bounce on my dick—” The feeling of his rough voice against my ear sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I bit

Zita ~The Wedding Day~ The day that I’ve always fantasized was finally here—me walking down the aisle with Kian waiting for me at the altar with the biggest smile on his face. Heat flamed my cheeks as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my mind wandering back to what had happened between Kian and me two nights back. I had stayed in my parents’ mansion two days before the wedding because Dad said it was the family’s tradition. So while he was out picking mum and her relatives from the airport, Kian had shown up at the door, looking rough, torn, and definitely pissed. Before I could ask him why he would abandon his bachelor’s party, he was already all over me, grabbing my head and forcing his tongue down my throat. I could still remember the intoxicating swirl of alcohol in his mouth as he kissed me, carried me all the way to the balcony. Kian bent me over, made me grab the railing, and slammed his cock inside me. His thrusts were brutal and fast. He’d fucked

Daxton “Zita has returned to London and moved back into the apartment she once shared with Quinn Parker. She’s now working at a McDonald’s restaurant in central London, while Quinn continues to support her financially,” I wasn’t the type to mock people in their lowest but I couldn’t help the laughter that left my mouth. Actions had consequences and this was proof of how far I was willing to go to ruin anyone who dared come after my woman. After the whole wedding fiasco, Zita had completely lost the public’s support, and that had taken a huge toll on her father’s company. Kian’s parents had filed a lawsuit against Zita’s parents and Zita herself for deceit, manipulation, and emotional damages—demanding one million dollars in compensation. And Zita, two million. While her parents could provide that easily, Zita couldn’t. Her picture was taken down from the company’s family wall, erased after her dad held a funeral for her while she was still alive. Verena believed tha