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Staring back at the article, Jada read further down, and tears started to set in her eyes from the rage inside. "Chase Aniston's ego would not let the happy couple be after Miss Hudson humiliated him by refusing his marriage proposal, so he took advantage of Miss Hudson's memory loss and turned her against her husband, ruining both their relationships forever." The reviews on the article were brutal against Chase, and all the commenters were anonymous.

Then she quickly understood. "Ron, you're ridiculous. Are you going to blame Chase again? "You petty man. What else can you do besides imagine things that aren't there? "What do I have to say to make you believe that he and I are just close friends? Our relationship is completely innocent. Do you have to pin some crime on me? "Everyone else thinks it's perfectly normal. Why are you the only one who thinks we have some kind of filthy relationship? "If Grandma knew you thought of your wife this way, she'd probably be so upset she'd die."

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His breath came faster, rough against my skin as he whispered, “You’re my wife, Monique. My wife. No matter what happens, you’re mine.” The words made my stomach twist. I froze as his hands slid lower, his body pressed harder into mine. He was hard against me. I could feel what he wanted....what he thought he could take, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. It hit me then. He wasn’t just trying to control my choices, my money, my freedom....he wanted to reclaim me entirely. And I realized, with every fiber of my being, that I could never let him. “Ryan, stop.” I manage to say it louder this time, my voice shaking but still strong.

I spoke up and his face turned sour instantly, I don't even know when he reached for the remote control from my laps and switched off the Tv. "If you're given a choice and you don't want it, by my little brain I know it can also be rejected. Therefore, when the time comes I will reject whatever mate am given that isn't an Omega. It's either an Omega or none; I don't want to deal with shits thereafter."Chase retorted bluntly as he got out of bed, as he walked past me; I tripped him. He fell on his stomach and I hurriedly shuffled out of the room in a laughing fit.

Then Chase steps forward and stands in from if me. "I Chase Star, son of Beta Mason, Beta to Alpha Maxine Blackclaw, hereby reject you Avery Omega, of Blackclaw pack as my mate". I fall to the ground again, whimpering in pain as my heart is struck with intense pain. Its like my heart is being torn in pieces all over again like three years ago, just worse. "Oh please accept your rejection and stop whimpering Omega" Lucy sneers at me.

I pinched myself in hopes that this was some sick game targeted at me but the more I stared at the video, the more real it became and the more I recognized who the male is in the coital affair. No! this is just an attack. Who ever this is knows I am the wife of billionaire, Andre Luster. This must be some AI shit. I threw my phone on the bed and walked into the shower. The water was too cold. I got out and went to get myself some food but it was too hot. Suddenly I was feeling too hot. I felt like some prisoner in my clothes. I walked around the house but I still was not satisfied. Finally I went for a swim. As I sat, trying to catch my breath, then the tears began to fall freely. This time

“Looking at you, I am guessing I won. You see, this game was not for you to play. Now the rightful owner of the thrown has claimed it back. Thank you for giving me what was mine in the first place,” “Won? Game? I didn’t realise I was a participant. What are we? Five-year-olds playing house? Monica, you may think you have won or think you are better than me, but you will never achieve being his wife. Do you think I am intimidated by your “career woman” standards, click clanking high heels on my marble floor, look phenomenal, and look down on me because I am a housewife? You don’t scare me because I can get that too, but do you have what it takes to be Chase’s wife? Chase will regret ever leav

However, that might be a fucking lie, because I’ve been losing grasp of the word concentration since I made this chaotic girl my wife. She never misses a chance to barge into my thoughts uninvited. Whenever I’m working, in a meeting, or even in court, I think about her on my desk with her legs wide apart as she moans my name and tells me she’s been a naughty girl and wants me to teach her how she can be a good girl. Though she doesn’t genuinely mean that, considering she’s constantly being naughty in one way or another. And I can’t stop thinking about that, about her hidden tendencies and sweet taste. I haven’t been able to stop since the first time.

“It’s time to get up.” Gustaf groans and flips around, hiding his face in the pillows. “Five more minutes...” I snort and am about to put down his phone, but something compels me to press on the messenger bubble. It leads to a group conversation called, “My slut of a wife—VIP subscribers chat,” and I can feel the oxygen leaving my lungs. What the fuck is this? As my eyes scan the contents of the chat, I finally realize what I am looking at.