All Chapters of A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories ): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“I don’t think it’s your business, dear husband,” I said sweetly, turning back to the stove to stir the eggs. “Remember? Our marriage is purely transactional now.”The words hung in the kitchen air like smoke after a gunshot.I could feel Marco’s stare boring into my back. The spatula in my hand moved in slow, deliberate circles, but my pulse was racing. For once, I wasn’t shrinking away from his disapproval. The memory of Luca’s thick cock stretching me open, his cum still faintly sticky between my thighs even after my morning shower, gave me a quiet, wicked strength.Marco’s chair scraped loudly against the tile as he stepped closer. “What the hell did you just say to me?”I glanced over my shoulder, keeping my expression calm and almost playful. The sundress I’d chosen this morning clung to my curves, the thin fabric doing little to hide how my nipples had hardened at the confrontation. “You heard me. You made it very clear three days ago that I’m just the mother of your children.

Marco held my phone out like a loaded gun, his fingers white-knuckled around the case. The screen glowed with Luca’s name, the call still ringing insistently. Each vibration sent a jolt through my body. My towel felt suddenly too thin, the droplets of water on my skin turning cold under the weight of his stare.“Answer it,” he repeated, voice deceptively calm but edged with steel. “Put the damn phone on speaker.”My mind raced. One wrong word and everything could explode but refusing would only make Marco more suspicious. I swallowed hard and took the phone from his hand. Our fingers brushed. His were burning hot.I tapped the speaker icon and held the phone between us.“Hey,” I answered, trying to keep my voice light and casual. “What’s up?”Luca’s deep, familiar voice filled the small space between me and Marco. “Bella, hey. Sorry to call so late. I was just confirming details for tomorrow. You still need me to come by early for that yard work? Marco mentioned the grill and some hea

Isabella’s POVMarco’s words landed like a slap across the face, but I refused to flinch.I stood frozen in the doorway, the cool night air still clinging to my skin, my body still humming from hours of being thoroughly used by his brother. My pussy was swollen and tender, leaking Luca’s cum into my panties with every small shift of my weight. My thighs felt sticky. My neck and breasts carried faint marks I’d tried to hide with my collar and a light scarf. And yet here was Marco sitting on our couch like he owned the narrative of my body.I closed the door behind me slowly, buying myself a second to steady my breathing. The house was quiet, the kids long asleep. The only light came from the single lamp beside him, casting harsh shadows across his face.“Excuse me?” I said, keeping my voice low but steady as I stepped further into the living room. My sundress still smelled faintly of Luca’s cologne mixed with sex.Marco leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes raking over me with cold

Isabella’s POV The phone screen stayed lit between us on the bed. Luca’s arm remained tight around my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. Neither of us spoke for several long seconds. Outside, a car alarm chirped somewhere down the street. Inside the apartment, the only sound was the soft whir of the ceiling fan and the faint drip of the shower we had left running earlier. I sat up slowly, the sheet sliding down to my waist. My body still carried the heat and marks from the night before. Luca’s cum had dried sticky on my inner thighs. I pulled the sheet higher and stared at the message again. “Mrs. Marcello? This is Jenna from City Pulse. We’ve received tips about tension in your household and possible involvement with another family member. Would you like to comment before we run the story?” Luca reached over and took the phone from my hand. He read it once, then again, jaw tightening. “How the fuck did they get this?” he muttered. I swung my legs over the

We stood frozen in shock as we stared at the two people standing just beyond the threshold. Jenna from City Pulse held a small silver recorder in one hand, the red light already glowing. Behind her a young man with a camera bag shifted his weight, the lens already half-raised.“This is private property,” Marco recovered and said, stepping forward so that his body partially blocked the doorway. “You don’t have permission to be here.”Jenna’s smile was polite and practiced. “Mr. Marcello, we only need a few minutes. We’ve received multiple tips regarding marital difficulties and a possible relationship between Mrs. Marcello and another member of the family. We’re giving you the opportunity to comment before anything is published.”Luca remained silent beside me. I could feel the heat of his body, the controlled tension in the way he stood. He did not look at the reporter but at Marco.I stepped slightly to the side so that I was no longer hidden behind either man.“What exactly are the