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I heard Chris warning them on the table as I was playing with Liam. “No one, and I mean no one, should ever pose stupid questions to my wife again. Is that clear? You idiots can’t even keep your useless wives under control. My wife is ten times smarter than these fools you call wives. You’ll never be able to compare my wife to these cretins. Get your wives under control, fools.” Nothing was mentioned. Another lady was approaching me. “Hi,” she stated. “Hi.”

“Eat your babysitter’s cunt like a good little slut. Your husband has no idea what a filthy lesbian whore you’ve become.” Elena whimpered into my pussy and licked faster, her tongue pushing deep inside me. She had become completely addicted in just a few hours. I was so close to cumming all over her elegant face when the bedroom door suddenly opened. Damien stood there, still in his suit, eyes widening at the sight. His pristine wife, naked, legs spread, face buried between my thighs while moaning and slurping loudly on my dripping cunt. For a second, shock froze him. Then pure, dark lust took over.

At the time, I actually thought I heard wrong. “What?” “I need a wife,” he said. Not I want you, not I care about you, not I was falling for you, just that. I need a wife. I should have walked away right there. But then he looked at me and said, “I trust you.” And somehow, that was worse. Because Damien Blackwood was not a man who trusted easily. So I believed it meant something. I let my heart be foolish. I let hope grow where it should never have been planted.

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

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Bella I married for money and not for love. I dumped the fact that there may be people who care about me, and there were those who faked it. While the wedding certificates were being signed by my contract husband, I lived in the delusional state that this was not a contract, it was real. Mr. Blackwood will definitely not frame that contract, and Valerie? She can't do more than give me a dead stare from her seat. Moving around to get to a better position to have my signatures on the marriage certificate made me feel nauseous.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

After a moment of surprise, many people expressed doubts and did not accept what Nathan said. For example, Vivian. "What nonsense are you talking about, Nathan, how can this be a joke?" Vivian angrily retorted: "She's not my wife. It's just a fucking mistress that I can flirt with." "I'm not joking." Nathan corrected with a serious attitude: "This Nathan Lee has only one wife. And that is Amada." Say the part where Nathan uses an emphatic, threatening voice: "You should check your words. Don't insult my wife."

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