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All Chapters of HIS INNOCENT DOLL: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Eleven (SPG)

Sahara became so absorbed in wandering around the city that she completely lost track of time. By the time she finally returned home, the sky was pitch black. The digital clock on her phone read 11:03 PM. Her heart immediately began to race. Leaf was probably already home. Sure enough, the familiar black Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked inside the garage. For a moment, she remained standing outside the gate, staring at the vehicle. A bitter feeling rose in her chest. She remembered seeing him earlier that day. Remembered Rocsan sitting on his lap. Remembered their kiss. Remembered how insignificant she had felt. Sahara swallowed hard. "Stop thinking about it," she whispered to herself. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to walk toward the front door. Maybe he was already asleep. Maybe she could quietly sneak into the house and avoid another confrontation. Slowly, she inserted the key into the lock. Carefully. Silently. The door clicked open. She step

Twelve (SPG)

Sahara woke up the next morning with her whole body aching. Every muscle felt sore, as if she hadn’t rested at all. The memory of last night lingered heavily in her mind, making it even harder to move. She slowly shifted on the bed, trying to sit up. “Leaf…? ” she murmured softly, her hand instinctively reaching for the space beside her. It was empty. Her brows furrowed. “Leaf? She opened her eyes fully, blinking several times as she looked around the room. That’s when she realized she wasn’t in their bedroom anymore. She was in the guest room. For a moment, she just stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, confusion settling in. “How… did I get here? ” she whispered to herself. Then it hit her—he must have moved her here after she fell asleep. A small, painful knot formed in her chest.Why?Was he avoiding her even after everything that had happened between them?Did he find her that unbearable to stay beside?Sahara swallowed the thought away and slowly got up. “I shoul

Thirteen

"So, how's married life treating you, buddy?" Sancho's eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked at Leaf from across the living room. Sahara immediately lowered her gaze, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. She had no idea how to react whenever her brothers started teasing her husband. Her typical bullies. Leaf, however, looked completely at ease. "We're doing great, Sancho," he answered casually. Before Sahara could react, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer against his side. "In fact, who knows? Maybe the next time we visit here, she'll already be carrying our baby." Sahara's eyes widened. Her lips parted in shock. Heat rushed straight to her face. "Leaf..." she whispered, mortified. The grin on his face only widened. "Damn, you're fast," Stryker laughed, shaking his head. "Leave the poor girl alone," another one of her brothers chimed in, although he was laughing just as hard. Sahara wanted the ground to swallow her whole.Did these m

Fourteen (SPG)

The moonlight slices through the heavy cream curtains of Sahara’s bedroom, cutting pale stripes across the Egyptian cotton sheets. The air in the mansion is silent, save for the rhythmic creak of the antique oak bed frame and the wet, slapping sounds of skin meeting skin. Leaf hovers above her, his elbows planted on either side of her head, muscles coiling and releasing with the precision of a predator. The room smells of jasmine perfume and the sharp, metallic tang of sweat. She woke up with her husband's playful hands roaming around her naked body before this happened. Sahara digs her heels into the back of Leaf’s thighs, urging him deeper. Her nails rake down his spine, leaving red welts on his tanned skin. She looks up into his face, searching his eyes in the dim light, looking for a reflection of the desperate love she feels pounding in her own chest. But she didn't. His expression is tight and focused, jaw clenched as he drives his cock into her with a relentless, steady pressu

Fifteen

"You're late, hon," Rocsan's voice greeted him the moment he stepped into the office. Leaf stopped briefly, realizing he had completely lost track of time. He had a meeting with a client at ten in the morning, yet he had only arrived now. The sun was already high in the sky. He had left early from his in-laws' house, leaving Sahara behind while she was still asleep. Before leaving, he had explained everything to her mother, apologizing for not waiting for his wife to wake up. He told himself it was because he had an important meeting. But deep down, he knew there was another reason. He didn't know how to face Sahara after what happened between them last night. Especially after seeing the hurt in her eyes. “Did you explain the project to Mr. Naruto? " Leaf asked, ignoring the teasing tone in Rocsan's voice. He was supposed to meet with her that afternoon to discuss the details of their upcoming project, but apparently, he was already late. Rocsan walked closer to him, a confid

Sixteen (SPG)

Leaf's jaw tightened the moment he saw his wife wrapped in another man's arms. His eyes darkened as he stared at them from a distance. He knew the man. Too well. It was Klent. The man who had always been close to Sahara. The man who looked at her like she was the only person in the world. And now...he was holding his wife. A burning irritation rose inside Leaf's chest. He wanted to walk toward them and pull Sahara away. He wanted to demand an explanation. But he remained still. They didn't notice him because the place where he was standing was hidden from their view. He was supposed to be there for a business meeting at the Italian restaurant. He had no intention of seeing this. But fate had other plans. Beside him, Rocsan noticed the direction of his gaze and followed it. A slow, knowing smile appeared on her lips. "Did you see your sweet little wife?" she whispered teasingly. Leaf immediately turned his sharp gaze toward her. "Stop it, Rocsan," his voice was low and w

Seventeen (SPG)

The silence that follows is heavy, a thick, suffocating blanket that settles over the room, louder than the ragged gasps that preceded it. The only sound remaining is the wet, sticky friction of their bodies cooling where they are joined, the lewd squelch of his softening cock still buried deep inside her. Sahara lies beneath him, her chest heaving, the air burning her lungs as she tries to inhale against the crushing weight of his torso. Her body throbs, a singular, aching pulse centered between her thighs where he took her with brutal, unrelenting force. She can feel the heat of his release, thick and molten, painting her insides, claiming her in a way that feels more permanent than the gold band on her finger.Did her husband really see her with Klent? Then why didn't he come up to her? Why didn't he even try to talk to her? The thought left her confused and uneasy. She had gotten used to being treated that way by him. She never complained or questioned him. She was simply too in

Eighteen (SPG)

Sahara stares at the silhouette cut into the hallway shadows, the question hanging in the stagnant, bourbon-scented air like smoke. Her breath catches in her throat, a jagged snag that refuses to smooth out. The moonlight catches the tension in his forearm, the way the tendons stand out like steel cables under his skin as he grips the frame, but his face is obscured, unreadable. She tries to reconcile the man who just held her with such desperate force with the one standing there now, ready to numb himself before the sweat has even dried on his skin. The logic escapes her, slipping through her fingers like water. It makes no sense. They had just shared the same breath, the same rhythm, and yet the moment it ended, he severed the connection, fleeing the bed as if it were on fire. The pattern repeats itself, a loop playing out for the second time tonight. Her body still hums with the aftershocks of his touch, the phantom pressure of his weight lingering on the mattress, but he is alr

Nineteen

Light assaults Sahara’s eyelids, sharp and intrusive. She groans, the sound scraping against her dry throat, and tries to roll away from the window. But the moment she engages her muscles, a blinding wave of soreness crashes over her, halting her movement instantly. It’s not just a stiffness; it is a deep, pervasive ache that radiates from the center of her being out to her extremities. "Hmm..." She blinks her eyes open. The sun is already high in the sky, casting long, dusty beams across the guest room. It must be past noon. She tries to push herself up on her elbows, but her arms tremble and give out, dumping her back onto the mattress. A sharp hiss escapes her lips as her muscles protest. Her body feels like it has been put through a wringer, beaten, and used. Every inch of her skin feels sensitized and bruised. She shifts her legs slightly and gasps at the friction. The soreness between her thighs is agonizing, a raw, throbbing reminder of the night’s marathon. Her inner wall

Twenty

He hated what he was feeling. No— He despised it. The anger burning inside him refused to fade, growing stronger with every passing second. The image of Sahara laughing and embracing another man replayed relentlessly in his mind. It was driving him insane. His chest felt tight, and his breathing grew heavier. Was she cheating on me?The thought echoed over and over in his head. His hands tightened into fists. "Dammit!" With a violent swing of his arm, he hurled the crystal glass across his office. Crash! The glass shattered against the wall, sending shards flying across the floor. Silence followed. Leaf dragged both hands through his hair, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. He couldn't concentrate. He couldn't think. All he could see was another man holding his wife.His wife.The office door suddenly opened. Rocsan stepped inside, only to freeze when she noticed the broken glass scattered across the floor. Her eyes widened. "Leaf?" She cautiously cl

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