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61. DEAR EX.

JENETA’S POV I finally stirred and cracked my eyes open, the brightness felt far too strong. My body ached in the most delicious, filthy way every muscle sore and heavy, my inner thighs still tender from being spread and tied for so long, my core throbbing with a deep, lingering reminder of how thoroughly Jinhai had taken me last night. I shifted under the silk sheets and winced. My wrists bore faint red marks from the ties, and between my legs. God, I was still sensitive, slightly swollen, and deliciously used. The memory of the ice, his fingers, and then his thick cock pounding into me until I screamed made fresh heat bloom low in my belly despite the soreness. I reached for my phone on the nightstand and checked the time. Noon. “Shit!” I sat up quickly, too quickly. A sharp twinge shot through my hips and I hissed, clutching the sheet to my chest. How had I slept so long? The studio shoot was scheduled for later this afternoon, and I still needed to discuss attending th

62. THE SHOW

A month had passed since I left Nonso. Only a few days since I became Jinhai’s wife. That night, I sat alone in the living room of the Vancouver mansion, my old phone trembling in my hands as I powered it on for the first time since the divorce. After everything, I had sent my parents a single message saying I was fine and asking them not to reach out. But Nonso, I had given him no warning at all. He didn't deserve it. The moment the phone connected, messages flooded in, long paragraphs from cousins, texts from my parents, and several from the man I once called husband. I stared at the screen, tears already welling up. Suddenly, the phone began to ring. Nonso’s name flashed first, then another call came in from Obimdinachi. I picked up with a silent sob, refusing to speak. “Jen?” Obimdinachi’s voice was soft and filled with concern. I cried quietly, shoulders shaking. Everyone had judged me so harshly. They judged me for leaving a good man, for not enduring whatever wickedn

63. SUSPICION

JENETA’S POV "Good morning, Ma'am. What would you like to have?" Sasa asked politely as I walked into the kitchen, still wrapped in my robe. I scanned the sleek, sunlit kitchen without really seeing it. My mind was miles away, replaying every moment from yesterday on an endless loop. Nonso’s words kept echoing in my head. “Jinhai doesn’t love you. He’s only using you for his personal gain. Have you ever wondered why he married you so suddenly? Are you that blind?” The questions gnawed at me, stirring up doubts I had tried so hard to bury. One conversation with my ex-husband and my entire world felt like it was tilting again. “Jinhai?” I finally asked, turning my gaze to Sasa. “Mr Maynard stayed in the guest room last night, ma’am. He left early for work this morning.” “Work?” I repeated, confusion and exhaustion mixing in my voice. “It’s Sunday.” “I am not sure, Mrs Maynard. I only pass on what I have been informed. We don’t dare ask further.” “Thank you, Sasa,” I said quickly

64. MY DEMON HUSBAND

JINHAI’S POV. The car rolled to a stop in front of the mansion. Chen opened the door, and I stepped out into the cool evening air. “Jeneta?” I asked immediately, my voice rough as I looked at Sasa standing by the entrance. “Mrs Maynard isn’t back yet, sir,” she replied calmly. I scoffed, rolling my eyes hard. Never in my life had a woman thrown this kind of attitude in my face. My patience was thinning by the second, fraying like a rope pulled too tight. The truth was, I had forgotten most of what had happened the night before. I remembered being with her but everything after that had gone blank. I had woken up alone in an empty room, half of her belongings missing. They told me she had gone to a hotel. Sweet of her to think she could actually leave me. Maybe she needed space. Fine. But it had been a whole day now, and I was dangerously close to snapping. Close to storming that hotel, throwing her over my shoulder, and dragging her back home. I took a deep breath

65. KOALA

JINHAI’S POV.“No! You can’t be…” Jeneta giggled drunkenly, then leaned in again, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper against my ear. “Lemme tell you a fact… my husband is the demon.”“A demon?” I asked.She pulled back abruptly, slapping a hand over her mouth, eyes widened. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”I took a deep breath, staring at her flushed face. At least the apology felt real, even if it was soaked in alcohol. For a fleeting second, it eased the knot in my chest.But then she leaned in again, her hand trailing boldly over my chest, fingers playing with the buttons of my shirt. “He would kill you if you came home with me…” she whispered, her breath warm and sweet with liquor. Her eyes met mine, hazy. “He’s very scary. Run with me.”I stared at her blankly.Run.The single word sparked something dangerous inside me like a twitch of pure and possessive anger that made my jaw clench and my blood heat. Run? Away from me? It shouldn’t affect me this much. She was drunk. She

66. UNDESERVING

JINHAI’S POV.“Are you done?” I asked, my voice low and strained as I placed her gently against the dresser table. Her teeth finally released my shoulder.She mumbled something incoherent against my neck, her breath warm and ticklish. “Don’t drop me.”“Now you care about that, but you bit me,” I replied, half-amused. But she had already gone completely silent, her body going limp as she rested heavily on my shoulder. “Jenny?”She hummed lowly, the sound vibrating against my chest.I sighed, the weight of the night pressing down on me. Then came a knock at the door, followed by the insistent ringtone of Jeneta’s phone.“Enter,” I called, lifting her off the dresser and carrying her toward the bed.Lina walked in quietly, holding Jeneta’s bag and phone. She extended the phone toward me. “Sir, you need to see this.”I placed Jeneta carefully on the bed, pulling the blanket over her before standing and walking over to Lina. As I got closer, I saw the caller ID clearly. Nonso.I took the p

67. GRATITUDE

JENETA’S POV."Stay. You don’t have to leave, just give me some time… please," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.The tenderness in his voice and the warmth of his lips against my skin made something inside me flutter dangerously. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to melt into that kiss and forget everything Nonso had planted in my head. But the doubt was still there.I pulled away gently and stepped into the living room, my bare feet silent on the cool marble floor. Sasa was already there."Good morning, Mrs Maynard," she greeted with a small bow.I forced a smile, though it felt fragile. "Good morning. Has… Jinhai gone to work?""Yes, ma’am."I nodded, glancing around the space. "Thank you. Um, I won’t be having breakfast at home." My eyes flicked to the large clock on the far wall. It was a few minutes past noon. "Lunch, I guess.""Mrs Maynard, Mr Maynard wanted me to inform you that your family will be arriving soon."My steps faltered. "That won’t be necessary. Ha

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