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The woman replied with a bow. Mae. I hate her name as well. "You're fired," Maverick said suddenly and my eyes widened. Wait, what? "Sir?" "Are your ears in your pocket?" "Mae is our best helper. Might I ask what she did, Mr. Black?" "You can ask what she said to my wife." Hold on, wife?! Why are we talking about wife right now?! "W-W-Wife? She's your wife? Mr. Black, you're married?!" The CEO sputtered and Maverick raised a brow at her.

Coach kissed this Zai woman and turned to Vee who was pale after seeing me. "Vee you must be happy to see your wife... Lin let's go... I have a match to win..." Her what?? ... Her wife? She was fucken married!!!

She said starring at every one with anger "I heard that today is the charity function that Bruce is having and I thought to myself, why not come, every one here are in favour of him right and they would all vote for him when the time comes but there is a fact you all don't know about the great Bruce Denvers" she said getting every one curiousity . While Bruce sat at his sit unaffected, his wife looked a bit agitated. Just who is she that she is causing such an uproar. "It so happens that Bruce Denvers had worked along with a man, the man treated him as a friend and welcome him into his home and also into his life, he didn't know that he was letting a devil in "

Out of all the people in the damn world, she had to get tangled up with him. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I scrolled further. More pictures. More headlines. More fuel for the fire that was rapidly consuming my last shred of control. “Billionaire Angelo’s Wife Spotted Cozying Up to Rival in a Nightclub!” “Angelo’ s wife Getting Handsy with a New Man?” “Trouble in Paradise? Angelo’s Wife and His Biggest Competitor in an Intimate Dance!” My jaw locked so tightly it ached. My fingers curled tighter around my phone until—

Big fingers tighten on my hips and that’s the only warning I get before he impales me once more, filling me more than I think I can manage. “You just can’t help it, can you?” His wife sounds almost breathless, her nipples growing hard and prominent, almost visible through the soft material of her gown. “You’re an animal.” She can try to hide it all she wants but her body has betrayed her. She’s turned on from watching her husband fuck another woman. This is turning her on. “Ah, I can almost smell your arousal from here,” Mr Walter gloats. “You love seeing me fuck another woman so much? All you have to do is say so and I’ll give you a fucking show, sweetheart.”

The dark brown hair swiftly caresses her face, getting attached to the slightly red skin because of sweat. Her exhausted eyes keep monitoring the food, which is releasing a flavorful aroma of seasoning. Today, she is going to meet her husband, a billionaire who has been away from her since the day she said, "I do!" Gwen Stacy is the obedient wife of a billionaire businessman who said goodbye before saying "I do," signing the marriage papers and getting no chance to look at his wife or let his wife see him.

"Mom, Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Hart, say something!" She'd completely crossed the line. Wilson's face darkened as he forced down his anger. "Raina, your mom and I can still see straight. We know very well who Rowan's fiancee is!" My parents nodded in agreement. "Elara is the fiancee Rowan chose," my dad said firmly.

No one dared question her. Two days later, the results came in. They dragged in a former hotel security guard—flew him back from some town miles away to the Bureau. The second he heard how bad this could get, he went pale and cracked. "Two months ago, I was outside Ms. Sweeney's office. Heard her arguing on speaker. Sounded like her husband's grandfather. He had proof—her affair, a kid—and wanted to expose her, make his grandson divorce her." I watched the recording, fists clenched so tight my fingers went white.

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.

Linden placed down a full plate of scrambled egg. “Good idea.” “And nobody wakes me up.” Devin just joined us. “You’re not a princess.” I chuckled in amusement. What happened to my wife suddenly becoming sassy? “Burn,” Beck said. “Aw, Mrs. Wollf. You’re glowing.” I watched her eyes grow wide. Her cheeks turn beet red. “Oh, I see,” Devin nodded in understanding. His eyes filled with humor. “Oh, please. That’s what a normal married couple does.” I smiled and kissed the top of her head. “My girl.”