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Mine had already drained away, replaced by something colder, heavier—worry. My thoughts spun as I stared out the window. I couldn’t keep clashing with him like this. That ridiculous book, The Perfect Wife, flashed through my mind—its chapters on handling dominant men. Softness. Vulnerability. Subtle rebellion. A woman with fire, but without the flames. Sweet enough to draw in. Dangerous enough to chase.

Talking about their husbands' achievements and all, honestly, I was tempted to ask if they only live for their husbands. I saw a bunch of books stacked up at the corner, which was surprising because no one was reading any; neither did they care; they were all busy talking about how the makeup of the Bronx underboss's wife looks like a clown or how unfashionable the clothes of the Queen underboss's wife looked. I heard the underboss of Phoenix bashed his wife pretty hard, she could not attend the book club. For the record, I have no idea who she is, but I can't help but wonder how this petty gossip has anything to do with the book club. I was with Ana the whole time when they gossiped in grou

“Well. Isn’t this new.” Damien didn’t look up from his plate. “Get used to it.” The knife in Ruth’s tone was subtle. “You two seem… close.” “We are,” Damien replied, finally glancing up. “Problem?” Ruth smiled like a viper. “Not at all. It’s just surprising that you’re suddenly so fond of your wife… after so long ignoring her.” Sienna tilted her head, her voice silk-wrapped steel. “It’s easy to ignore a flower when you think it’s a weed. Until it grows into something beautiful and untouchable.”

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It was so horrible to remember. That woman, Mrs Souza, my own neighbour, tried to touch me. In fact, she didn't just try, but she managed to get what she wanted; touching me. I got along well with her because she had been our neighbour for a long time. She is a 32-year-old woman who lives in solitary. They said that she was married and lived with her husband before her husband died in an accident. The neighbours and people who live in the Seiraah town continue to gossip about her. They say she is the one who killed her own husband in the accident, but there is not enough evidence, so she was released from an accusation of the prison sentence. They also say that she is a mad and dangerous wom

My chest tightened with every passing second. Being this close to him again—after everything I had learned—felt wrong and right all at once. I wanted to ask him a thousand questions. I wanted to demand explanations and answers… but I didn’t have the courage to do so. I wanted to step closer—and step away—at the same time. Around us, I could feel eyes lingering, filled with curiosity and speculation. They were probably wondering why the wife of Alistair Montgomery was standing with someone like Antonio Vitale. That alone was enough to stir rumors. None of them knew how much worse the truth actually was.

A face that wasn’t just beautiful… but dangerous. Beneath the photo was a list of achievements: Master’s degree. Excellent family reputation. Perfect health history. No genetic conditions. High IQ above average. No romantic ties or family dependents. No candidate name. Only a profile code. Strange. But that made her appear even more powerful. I closed the laptop slowly. Not because I wanted to stop—but because I needed to breathe so I wouldn’t fall out of the chair. If I chose a woman like this, my position as wife would disappear even faster. But if I didn’t choose, the Winchesters would throw me out anyway.

But he just laughed at my words and rebutted, “For all I know, they only cared about that thing inside of y–” “A baby! A child! Our chi–!” I screamed. He topped my voice with dominion, “–Once you give birth, you will be out of our lives! They will raise that ‘THING’ to be my successor,” putting an emphasis to the most insulting word. “This is your child I’m carrying!” I wailed. I was so fixated on not letting my child feel unwanted to the point of neglecting other factors–like the fact that I am disposable and just a mere tool after all.

' subconscious yelled at me. 'its not my fault, I always respect women's but she...she just sell her off to be my wife.. how can she do that?' I yelled back. 'Yeah yeah, you respect women's tch, that's why you abuse her, that's why you slap her, BECAUSE YOU RESPECT WOMEN'S, you know what?? you're right, she's sell herself to be your wife, a GREAT BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE, and after that also she never asked you for money, even she paid to the doctor for your check up...a total gold digger! RIGHT?' subconscious mocked me.