Novel & Cerita Abandoned Husband Dominates

MY REBOUND DOMINEERING HUSBAND Chapter 92. It's been two days since Joel turned down Rita's food. Two days and she hasn't showed up, Joel felt really relieved. Seeing that she came back, he was sure she's up to something.. Tho he felt bad for the abusive marriage she was into bit he doesn't want anything to do with her. He thought she wasn't going to give up.. He thought she was going to keep on pestering him. But he was glad he told her to keep off. She should stay away.. He doesn't want her clinging to him and hoping they could have something together.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

He starts moving, his fingers bruising where they dig into my hips, setting a feral pace as he pounds into me. "Dominik," I beg, pushing back against him. "Harder." "You want it harder?" He bites my shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin. "You want me to break you?" "Yes." He withdraws almost completely, then slams back in, hitting a spot so deep I see stars. I reach back, my nails digging into his thighs. I push back against him, meeting his thrusts, demanding more. He reaches around and finds my clit. His fingers are rough, far too calloused for a businessman. But my husband doesn’t just push paper, he wields crowbars and guns with the same ease he uses a fountain pen.

“And yet your character seems to come with quite a list of allegations. Scandal. Attempted suicide. Mental instability. And now, conveniently, a billionaire husband.” I flinched before I could stop myself. She saw it. Drank it in like wine. “You must be very good in bed.” The entire room seemed to go still. I felt something burn behind my eyes, but I didn’t blink. Dominic’s expression didn’t change. Not one muscle. “Mother,” he said finally, a warning threaded into the word. “Oh, don’t start,” she snapped, eyes still locked on mine. “You drag this... girl... into a marriage that wasn’t planned right and expect me to play along? Spare me.”

"Chloe's had it worse. The day the collectors showed up, she got into it with one of them, got shoved, and fell down a flight of stairs. Broke her leg." I went still for a second. "Right now, your mom's on her own, trying to take care of your dad and Chloe both, while fielding those collectors on top of it." Nathan shook his head. "She's lost so much weight. It's hard to watch, honestly." I picked up the glass of water on the table and took a sip. Nathan watched me. "Ryan, what are you thinking?" I set the glass down. "I'm not really thinking anything."

I looked perfect, if not then better. My heart was still racing from last night. Dominic, my infuriating, calculating and maddening husband had made me cum with nothing but his fingers. I started to hate myself because of loving that. I started to hate myself because I had surrendered so easily, my body betrayed me when my mind was screaming for rebellion. He hadn’t even looked back after. Just disappeared from the bedroom, leaving me shivering and soaked. He knew what he did to me. He knew I would be thinking about it all night and he was fucking right.

“No touching. No pulling me close. Nothing. I lie there in that huge bed alone feeling like a stranger in my own marriage.” Koko’s eyebrows rose. “Macho? The same Macho who swept you off your feet with private jets and tiny diamond bracelets? The Macho who gave you a deep french kiss and was groping your ass in front of his parents because he couldn't keep his hands off you. That Macho is suddenly celibate?” I laughed bitterly. “I know how it sounds, Koko. But it's exactly what it is. My husband is thirty-six, ridiculously successful, controls half the tech investments on the West Coast.”

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."