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I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

She had to crack a smile when Bryan chuckled. “I’m laughing because I’m thinking about how I fell in love with you in an instant when I first saw you. You were so sexy, and then I heard this British accent which turned me on,” Bryan whispered before breezing his lips across his wife’s half-smile. “You’re the only Asian girl I know who watches reruns of The Real Housewives of Atlanta, Love & Hip-Hop Atlanta, and will act like she’s watching the reruns for the first time.” Bryan caused his wife’s lips to form into a full-blown smile when he mentioned her television habits.

TWO YEARS AND THREE MONTHS BACK “Benny proposed last night saying I was the only woman he could ever imagine as his wife. Can you tuck inagine? The fucker dared to say it to my face while fucking that Bitch-are you even listening? Hey! Rara!” I jolted forward when someone shook me by the shoulders.

Knowing the kind of nosy person she is, I already know that she wasn't going to rest until she got every detail about what Adrian and I talked about. "Come on, Amelia, what's with the suspense? Tell me what you guys talked about already," she said to me with an impatient tone, and with that I sighed heavily. "Mrs Nosy, we didn't talk about anything important; he told me about how he still considers me as a wife and bla-bla-bla," I said to Tessa, who widened her eyes in surprise. "He told you that he still considers you as his wife?" Tessa asked me with her two eyes opened widely like someone who just heard something shocking.

“But why don’t I, your wife, get that same treatment?” The room exploded into frantic whispers. Necks craned and eyes darted between the three of them. Elena soaked it in, chin held high. “Since we’re doing introductions: I am Elena Jeffery, Anthony’s wife. And that woman over there? She's just the mistress.” Standing off to the side, Becky didn't hide her triumph; a slow, dark smile spread across her lips.

Before Bella even got to the door, she could hear a woman's voice moaning in pleasure. " Oh Yes...Ah...Mr Mcoy, Fuck me Harder..." Bella's heart was cold and she could feel tears forming in her eyes. She pushed the door open and walked into the room. There, on her Matrimonial bed was her husband entangled with a woman she recognized as his assistant. He had the woman's hands pinned over her head as he thrusted into her. The Woman was clearly enjoying the sex, and even when she noticed Bella standing at the door, she didn't seem bothered, instead she opted to moan louder, arching upward into Vaughn's touch.

Taking a huge breath in and sipping my ice tea, I smiled at a few familiar faces before walking over to Bellamy's wife, who looked just as bored as I was. She was a young gorgeous woman if I read her bio correctly, she was the same age as I was and was the lucky princess who got married to Bellamy at a young age which was nineteen, literally a year after she met him. There isn't much I know about her but there is a lot I know about their perfect marriage, well the tabloids say that it is. "Hi, Mrs Barreau," I smiled, pushing my hand forward and she cleared her throat standing straighter and swatting my hand away before pulling me into a hug.

I murmured and quickly reached for it. My head was pounding. “I guess you’re here to give the young master an hard time.”She went on,icily. I glanced up at her.”I’m really sorry.I won’t get drunk again.” “You created quite a scandal last night.”She shoved the screen of her cellphone on my face and I watched a video of myself throwing up. It was captioned; “Billionaire Bennett Graham’s wife is an alcoholic.” I choked on the soup and started to cough. “A thief and now an alcoholic.I think the young master has been going too easy on you.You really shouldn’t wish for his wrath.”With that,she walked out of my bedroom.

Dawn pulled her face up and quickly climbed on top of me, mounting my staff then leaning over and pressing her huge tits against my chest. I watched JT take up position between my legs and guessed what was coming next. "She wants a taste of what Beth got. Who am I to say no?" JT explained, and I felt his tiny, 100 pound waif of a wife shiver as he buried his long cock inside her butt. "Stop. Just hold it there," she cried out to her husband, slowly growing used to her newest invader.

She didn’t want to because she was afraid she was going to miss something, but she couldn’t hold it any longer. She entered the ladies room to see Whoopi Goldberg I didn’t know she was here. Did she just get here? “Hi,” Whoopi greeted as she walked past Beverly. “Hi,” Beverly said with wide eyes as she watched Whoopi exit the bathroom. Wow. Going out with Bruce had more perks than I ever thought. Beverly walked out of the ladies lounge and into the back where the plumbing was. After she relieved herself and washed her hands, she walked back into the lounge. Meh Lei Feng, Hu Feng’s wife, and Brenda Kennedy, a Kennedy cousin by marriage, were sitting in front of the vanity bar touching up thei