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The King's Plaything (5)(Diana’s POV)It has been twenty days since Eric and I started having sex. Twenty days of him touching me, kissing me, and filling me every night. I never knew my body could feel like this. I have become completely addicted to my husband. Every time he leaves the room, I already miss him. At night, I have dirty dreams about us. In those dreams, he bends me over, fucks me hard, and calls me his good girl while I moan his name like a crazy woman.This morning, I woke up feeling hot and needy again. I went to Eric’s room with a smile, hoping we could have some morning fun but when I opened the door, the room was empty and the bed was made and his clothes were gone.I asked the maids, “Where is the King?”One of them bowed. “Your Majesty, the King left early this morning for urgent business in the city. He didn’t say when he would return.”He left without telling me anything.Anger boiled inside my chest. I stormed back to my room and locked the door. I sat by the

Yes, Sir (1)Isabella’s POV The black iron gates of the Valetti estate opened, welcoming me back like an old prison. I hadn’t wanted to return, not ever in my life but six months after my mother’s sudden death, the lawyers had been brutally clear: my trust fund was frozen until I turned twenty-five, and the only person with the power to release any part of it early was my stepfather — Nica Valetti .So here I was. Twenty-two, financially ruined, and walking back into the mansion I swore I’d never enter again.The moment I stepped into the vast marble foyer, dragging my suitcase behind me, I felt the presence of him.Nica stood at the top of the grand staircase, looking down at me with those sharp, unreadable eyes. Even at his age, he was still devastatingly tall, powerfully built, with a jaw like carved stone and dark hair silvering at the temples. His black dress shirt had the sleeves rolled up, revealing his thick, veined forearms.“Isabella ,” he said, his voice deep with no warm

Yes, Sir (1)Isabella’s POV The black iron gates of the Valetti estate opened, welcoming me back like an old prison. I hadn’t wanted to return, not ever in my life but six months after my mother’s sudden death, the lawyers had been brutally clear: my trust fund was frozen until I turned twenty-five, and the only person with the power to release any part of it early was my stepfather — Nica Valetti .So here I was. Twenty-two, financially ruined, and walking back into the mansion I swore I’d never enter again.The moment I stepped into the vast marble foyer, dragging my suitcase behind me, I felt the presence of him.Nica stood at the top of the grand staircase, looking down at me with those sharp, unreadable eyes. Even at his age, he was still devastatingly tall, powerfully built, with a jaw like carved stone and dark hair silvering at the temples. His black dress shirt had the sleeves rolled up, revealing his thick, veined forearms.“Isabella ,” he said, his voice deep with no warm