บททั้งหมดของ The Wife They Tried To Bury : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Nova's point of view My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted the lace that clung against my thighs. I held my breath, listening to the soft ticking of the clock echoing through the dim room. “Nova, you’ve got this,” I whispered to myself, pressing my palm against my chest trying to steady the wild rhythm of my heart. “He’ll like it. He has to like it.” I shifted slightly under the desk, careful not to knock the chair beside me. My lips curved into a small smile. “Happy anniversary,” I practiced under my breath, smiling slightly. “I made this for you.” I paused, then frowned. “No… that was too stiff.” I tried again, softer this time. “Happy anniversary, my heartbeat…” “Yes,” I nodded to myself. “That’s perfect.” My heart swelled with a fragile kind of hope. The sound of the door unlocking echoed through the house. My heart leapt. “He’s here.” I straightened instantly, grabbing the cake carefully, my fingers tightening around the plate. “Okay, Nova… breathe.” The door creaked

Nova's point of view The door of his sitting room barely clicked shut before his mouth crashed down on mine, kissing, biting and nibbling on my lips. He kissed like he’d invented it. And I followed his lead like I had no choice in the matter. He dragged his mouth away from mine, swore as he turned me around, my dress went to the ground in a second, and I felt his huge boner against me. “Fuck,” I moaned as he continued pushing against me, kissing my neck at the same time. He whispered against my ear, “tell me. Tell me what you want.” The only sound that came out of my mouth were hungry, lustful moans. With one sharp tug of his fingers, my bra top gladly gave way. My breasts spilled out, hot and heavy, ready for his touch. He didn't touch them immediately, instead, he circled the skin around, my collar bones, my upper belly. “P-please…fucking hell, touch me…” I said. I couldn't even recognize my voice. His hot palms landed on my breasts, my nipples hardened to rosy points as

Nova's point of view For a second, the only sound I heard was the heavy beating of our hearts. Then, Kael’s voice exploded. “What?!” Before I could even steady myself, his hand grabbed my hair, hard enough to hurt. He yanked me forward, my body stumbling as I tried to keep up, my heart already racing. The next second, my back slammed into the wall.“You dare raise your filthy hands on my mother?” he growled, his face inches away from mine, His grip tightened slightly, not enough to choke me completely, but enough to remind me how easily he could. “What the hell is giving you such boldness?” he demanded. “I wanted to make this easy for you,” he continued, his voice dropping into something cold and dangerous. “But clearly, you don’t deserve that.” Each word landed slowly, like he wanted me to feel every single one.“From now on,” he went on, his eyes locking into mine, “if I see you anywhere near any of my properties, I’ll have you arrested.” My fingers tightened slightly against his

Nova's point of view I woke slowly to the sound of Elsa’s voice somewhere in the house. For a moment, my body didn’t want to get up yet. It sank deeper into the couch, feeling the warmth of the blanket wrapped around me. I blinked toward Elsa, still half asleep.“When did you get back yesterday?” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. “I waited all night…”My voice faded when I noticed the television still glowing softly in the corner.“God,” I groaned quietly, sitting up a little. “I didn’t even switch off the TV.”My eyes lazily looked sideways for the remote while Elsa’s voice floated from across the room.“Sorry, I got back late.”But something else caught my attention before I could respond.Elsa was already dressed for work. I sat upright so fast the blanket slid off my shoulders. “You’re leaving?”Elsa glanced at me while fixing her sleeve. “I made breakfast.”“No…,” the word left my mouth before I could stop it.She frowned slightly. “No?”“You’re not leaving me here.” I pushed myself o

Nova's point of view I stood completely still beneath the dim light outside the restaurant, my pulse refusing to settle no matter how hard I tried to calm myself.I slowly turned, the man stood in front of me staring like he had just found something he buried years ago and never expected to see again. Part of me wanted to run again, another part wanted to deny everything until he gave up and walked away, but my feet refused to move.For a few long seconds, neither of us spoke.The silence stretched strangely between us then slowly, I raised my eyes to him.He studied my face carefully, his gaze moving over me like he was trying to compare the woman standing in front of him to a memory he had protected for years. Then he shook his head softly, almost laughing under his breath.“No,” he murmured. “I can’t be mistaken.” His eyes brightened again, excitement slipping into his expression so naturally it almost hurt to look at. “I’ve been your fan for too many years not to recognize you.”M