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His red face contorted in a mix of pain and ecstasy as he collapsed, utterly spent. Ruby held back a wave of nausea as she glanced at his pathetic state. How revolting, she thought. Troy, who had a strict, domineering wife at home, had probably gone years without indulging his desires. It only took a spark from Ruby to turn him into a slavering, obedient lapdog. Troy let out a guttural groan, his face a grotesque mixture of suffering and pleasure. Ruby knew this was his final moment of "glory" before he succumbed to exhaustion, looking as pitiful as ever.

The poor guy was giving an assuring smile to Krishika but little did he know how fatal this smile was going to be for him. To know more, stay connected with the story," My Husband Is A Billionaire Son-in-law" *********************************** Like, share and vote.

"We've been living this way for so long, pretending that everything is fine. But... but it's not, Lucas. Our marriage... it's empty. It's suffocating." A flicker of annoyance crossed his face, swiftly masked by a mask of indifference. "What are you trying to say, huh?" he asked, his voice laced with impatience. Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. "I can't keep living like this, Lucas!" I admitted, my voice trembling with a mixture of sadness and defiance. "I need more than being a trophy wife, more than an accessory to your life. I need love, respect, and a partner who sees me for who I truly am!”

That very night, he brought her home without a hint of shame, showing off right in front of me. "I told you, Faye's the real deal. That's how a true socialite gets things done. She scored a billion-dollar deal, just like that. That's way better than you, grinding away like some workhorse." He wrapped an arm around her, openly belittling me, and then added something even more disgusting. "And she's just as impressive in bed." I had been busy these past few days taking over parts of my father's business, getting familiar with operations, so I hadn't been home. I never expected that the two of them would turn my house into their little love nest.

It's been three years since my divorce with Lennox, and true to Aaron's promise, he has stood by my side, taking care of me all the way from my pregnancy days, even until now after I gave birth to my three warriors. I feel guilty, though. For Aaron. Due to our presence in his life, he hasn't been able to settle down with a woman of his own. He's always too busy either working or taking care of me and the kids to think about marriage or dating. “They don’t want to go to school again!” I huffs tiredly, sitting on the bed. “And let’s not talk about the mess they created here.” He chuckles and then, He turn to the boys with a feign somber face. “C’mon dudes, why don’t you say to go to school. Yo

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

he said softly. Something in his tone made me answer honestly. "Michael and I married young. He was ambitious, charming, and I thought we wanted the same things." I took a bite of dessert, savoring the bittersweet flavor. "When I got pregnant with Griffin, things changed. His career took off, and suddenly family was... inconvenient. He started staying later at the office, traveling more." "The classic story," James murmured. "With the classic ending. His assistant was twenty-four and had no interest in school pickup schedules or pediatrician appointments." I met his gaze evenly. "So now it's just Griffin and me, and that's enough."

There was no point in wasting her breath. "Haven't you learned to be content with what you've got, Mia? What else do you want?" In Timothy's eyes, Mia was nothing but a woman who'd married him for his money. Mia gave up. She said bluntly, "All I want is to be a trophy wife that spends all your money. Look at those other trophy wives—they either go shopping or have high tea and spa days. "After marrying you, the kitchen is where I've spent most of my time, and the furthest I've gone is the market. I've spent three years as your wife, yet getting kicked to the curb is all I've gotten. You've wasted three years of my life!

“And why's that, wife?” “Because I'm not your trophy.” I straightened. “I don't owe anyone who's related to you, a performance tonight.” “This marriage was never just about you and me.” He took a slow step forward, before leaning in even closer. He looked like a predator cornering prey, and I hated that I knew which category I fell under. “It's about power. Territory, perception. You walking in on my arm sends a message tonight.” “I don't care about your damned message.” I snapped. “Im not going to parade around like some prize.”

He doesn’t joke with work, always gone, and sometimes I get this gut feeling he’s cheating on me with other women out there. How the hell can a man have a wife with my body,these heavy tits that spill out of everything, this thick ass that jiggles when I walk, this tight wet pussy that’s always ready and not want to fuck me every chance he gets? He takes care of me so good I don’t even have to work. I’m his trophy wife, all dressed up for events, running my charity organizations and visiting orphanages, but at home it’s just me fighting the loneliness. I help myself with toys to stay faithful, shoving them deep when the need hits so I don’t go crazy or step out. But nothing beats a real thic