I AGREED TO MY HUSBAND'S OPEN MARRIAGE RULES의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Stacy's POVThe shivering finally stopped somewhere between the lobby and the backseat of Michael's car. He held me the whole silent drive home, his hand a steady, warm weight on my thigh. The police took my statement quickly. They had the audio from the mic, the spilled water, the torn dress. They said it was solid. Matt was in custody. The word 'custody' felt too light, too temporary.He'll get out. Men like him always do.I kept that thought locked behind my teeth. Michael's arm around my shoulders tightened as we walked into the quiet, safe hush of our villa. Our villa. The word still felt new, fragile."Don't think about it," he murmured, his lips against my temple. "He's gone. We'll sue him for everything. The police will dig. They'll find everything. It's over."I wanted to believe him. I leaned into his strength, letting the clean scent of him—soap and Michael—push out the memory of cheap cologne and stale smoke. "He's like a ghost," I whispered. "Even when he's not here, he's

Stacy's POVI was happy. Actually, genuinely happy. The thought caught me off guard as I watched Michael pay for the cotton candy, his tall frame bending down to hand it to Millie with a gentle smile. When was the last time I'd felt this light? This... content?Is this what it could have been like all along?The question slipped into my mind unbidden. If I hadn't run from the charity gala that night. If I'd stayed, trusted him, let him into our lives from the beginning. Would he have taken us to amusement parks? Would he have bought Millie cotton candy and made her laugh like this? Would we have been a real family all along?I pushed the thought away. The past was done. What mattered was now. And now was... perfect."Mommy, look! Daddy got me pink cotton candy!" Millie came running back to me, her little face sticky and glowing with happiness."I see that, baby." I laughed, wiping a bit of the pink fluff from her nose. "Don't eat it all at once."Michael walked up behind her, his hand

STACY'S POV“You have me.” He yanks the front of my dress down, exposing my bra. He doesn’t bother with the clasp. He just shoves the cups down, and my tits spill free. The cool air, then the scorching heat of his mouth on my nipple makes me cry out. He doesn’t just suck. He devours. Licking, nipping, drawing the tight peak deep into the heat of his mouth until electric shocks of pleasure-pain spear straight to my core. I writhe against the wall, my fingers tunneling into his thick silver hair, holding him to me.“The other one,” I beg, and he moves to my other breast, giving it the same ruthless attention. His free hand slides down my stomach, under my dress, into my panties. I’m soaked, aching. He groans against my skin as his fingers slide through my wetness.“So fucking wet for me,” he rasps. “Even when you’re mad. You’re always ready for me, aren’t you, princess?”The endearment, spoken in that rough, possessive tone, unravels me. He finds my clit, circling it with a firm, knowin

Clara's POVThe humiliation burns hotter than the slap. The cold metal of the police station chair seeps through my thin dress. The officer's voice is a dull drone. Harassment. Trespassing. Known associate. He warns me, his eyes pitying. I nod, my smile brittle. Yes, officer. I understand. A misunderstanding. The words taste like ash.They let me go. I walk out into the afternoon glare, the sting on my cheek like a brand. It's nothing compared to the fire in my gut. Stacy. She has it all now. The company. The power. The silver-haired god who picked her up in a car that costs more than my entire life.My life. A choked laugh escapes me. I lean against the grimy station wall, the reality of the last few years crashing down. After Matt found out... after he discovered I'd been seeing someone else... he didn't just leave. He made me pay. He locked me in that damn house. Not with chains, but with fear. With his fists. With his words that carved me up from the inside.I begged. God, how I b

MATT'S POVThe evening air was cool against my skin, but I was burning up inside. I stood across the street from the villa, hidden in the shadow of a manicured hedge. My hands were clenched into fists at my sides. The place was a fortress. High walls, discreet cameras, a gate that looked like it could stop a tank. My wife is in there. With him.The rage was a familiar, acidic friend. It had kept me warm in that cold jail cell. The thought of Stacy, my Stacy, living in this palace with that silver-haired fuck, Michael Sotheby… it made my dick hard with pure, vicious need. She was mine. She would always be mine. I’d make her remember. I’d peel that polished life off her layer by layer until she was just my scared, obedient girl again.I’d been watching for two nights. Learning patterns. The housekeeper left at six. The security patrol passed every forty-five minutes. Sotheby left early, came back late. And Stacy… she was always with the kid. The little girl. Her kid. A fresh wave of dis