Todos os capítulos de The Devil’s Convenient Wife: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

ZARA’S POVI pushed open the apartment door, my overnight bag was still hanging from my shoulder. The place was quiet. A little too quiet if I might. Marcus was supposed to be at work, but his car was parked downstairs. I smiled a little. Maybe he came home early to surprise me.“Marcus?” I called, kicking off my heels. “Baby, I’m back.”No answer.I dropped the bag on the couch and walked down the hallway. That was when I heard it, low moans. I slowed my steps down to listen in.“Ohhh fuck, baby… yeah, that feels so fucking good.”My stomach dropped. The voice was Nadia’s. My half-sister. The same Nadia who cried on my shoulder when Victor went cold. The same one I shared late-night talks with about boys and dreams.I stopped right outside the bedroom door. It was half open. I didn’t want to look, but my hand pushed it anyway.There they were.Marcus was on his back, and his hands gripped Nadia’s waist. She was riding him hard, her head thrown back, hair was messy, her mouth was open

ZARA’S POVThe elevator doors had barely closed behind us before Cael had me pressed against the cold metal wall. His lips crashed down on mine with a hunger that stole what little breath I had left in my lungs.This kiss was nothing like the polite one at the chapel. This one was hungry, demanding, and filled with desire.I moaned into his mouth, fisting my hands in the front of his shirt as all the pain from earlier—Marcus’s betrayal, Nadia’s moans, Victor’s smug voice in my head, all poured out of me. I kissed him back like I was trying to erase every memory of the life I’d lost that day. The feeling of the alcohol was still active in my veins, it made everything feel more alive and blurry at the same time.Cael didn’t hold back.One of his large hands gripped my waist, pulling me hard against him while the other tangled in my messy hair, tilting my head exactly how he wanted.I could feel how much he wanted me, the hardness of him pressing insistently against my stomach through hi

ZARA’S POVCael Ashford stood there in the doorway like he owned the place.Which, apparently, part of me now did too. He was dressed in a fresh black shirt and trousers, looking far too composed for a man who had just walked into a woman’s apartment uninvited.In his right hand, he held my missing panties like some kind of twisted trophy. His brown eyes scanned over me slowly, taking in the towel wrapped around my body, my wet hair, and the obvious panic on my face.“We need to talk, wife,” he said calmly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him with a soft click.I backed up until my legs hit the bed. “How the hell did you get in here? And who the fuck do you think you are, to just walk into my apartment?”He didn’t flinch. Instead, he placed my panties on the dresser as if we were having a normal conversation. “You left them in my penthouse. So I figured you might want them back.” His voice was still that same smooth, unruffled tone from last night. The one that should have