Clandestine Affair：my Wife Fell For My Father Novels & Stories

I quickly took money from my wallet and then I just left it on the table even though I couldn't eat what I ordered anymore, then my knees softened and left there and headed for the nearest night club. I thought it was easy to forget him, to erase him from my heart and mind. I thought that the love I had for him could be overshadowed by anger, but it wasn't. Because the man who promised me in front of the altar that he would love me faithfully, is secretly having an affair.

He couldn't help being worried. "What will they doubt?" She frowned. Manik signed. "That we're having an affair which is true. But have you ever thought about what if they tell something to your parents or in their community that when your parents are out, you stay alone with me? Do you want it to spread and your parents to know like this? You know right things like this spread faster than fire?"

I rocked again, a slow drag of my hips against his cock, wet heat soaking the center of my underwear. He let out a breath,barely. Just enough to crack the edge of control. I leaned forward, hands gripping the edge of the table as I rode him slowly. Every inch of me dragged across him. “Bomb the c… car lot, in Palermo,” I whispered. He shifted up to meet me, the first thrust shallow,controlled. My breath hitched. My body tightened. “Tell the Salazar family…” I gasped as he pushed deeper this time, slow and cruel. My nails scraped across the polished wood, anchoring me. “Their daughter’s engagement is canceled.”

This time, there was a footage of him leaving the penthouse with his assistant, both swarmed with reporters and flashes. And beneath it, the words that made my stomach twist: The mysterious wife remains unidentified except for a single name, Ava. NO. What have you done Adrian? I tugged my boys closer. “Keep your heads down, okay?” Aiden blinked up at me. “Did something happen?” I crouched, brushing his cheek. “You don’t have to worry about that, honey.” “Then why do you look sad?” Aaron asked softly. Because your father might destroy everything — again.

I explain that the weight of the shocking revelation that I am just about to fill them with weighs heavily in my heart. Mr. Mazur clears his voice, curiosity etched on his eager, dull face. “And?” He asks, cocking his head to the side as if to set his ear in line with my mouth, but still not wanting to take his eyes off my mouth. His wife is no less eager, too. “You had an affair thirty years ago with a woman in your company. Her name was Hellen, and Ejay is the product of that affair.” I break the news, and thunder strikes them so hard.

"He served time in prison after Fiona pressed fraud charges against him. Upon his release last month, he began seeing a wealthy woman. In a public attack, his ex-wife hurled acid at him, leaving half his face disfigured." Frank spoke calmly, as if reciting a routine financial report. "He's working at a nightclub now, catering to clients with particular tastes." I gazed quietly out the window, taking a sip of my champagne. Outside, the sunset over Munisberg bathed Frostspire Peak in a warm, golden light. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was a message from my wife. "So, what are you craving tonight? I'll take care of dinner." In the photo, she held a freshly caught trout, our villa by the Swervan

He stated, gritting his teeth together. “That's absurd!” I blunted, arching my eyebrows widely. My hands clung on my waist as I sent a quick dagger glare to the daughter and father. “I'm your contract wife and not a slave, I have every right to publicly disclose that night. You should be happy I'm agreeing to your contract.” I expressed coldly, trying to be manipulative, hoping he would actually believe. “Remember you're nobody, Clara Barton. Who would believe I had an affair with someone like you?” He stated, his statement hit me deeply beyond my expectations.

I took a deep breath, reflecting on my words. "I met your dad at an exclusive bar. I'm a party animal, and he was nursing a broken heart when we crossed paths. We engaged in things even though we didn't exchange names. Over time, our encounters intensified, becoming more aggressive. We fell into a pattern, but I wasn't certain if he fell for me. It seemed like one-sided love; I believed he only desired my body. He often mentioned his first love, implying it was a mere physical connection. But everything changed. He was a married man when we began our affair. We leaned on each other, much like he did with his ex-wife, Rose. He left when he got what he wanted, just like he had with me. Now, he

“No I am not. At least right now, I’m not. Part of the tale we told you was true though. Your father and Inna were to be married, but he fell in love with me, and Inna doesn’t want him.” “You don’t know that.” Father muttered, and promptly did the weird blinking thing again. “She got drunk at your engagement! Anyway, her love for that foreigner Jules was so great that she was desperate to get out of her wedding to your father, even to the extent of ruining my life. Your father and I were having a secret affair, because my family doesn’t have as high a pedigree as theirs, so that makes me worthless to have as a wife. But no so worthless he won’t see me in secret.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” It was then that my mother decided to finish the story that she had been too…distracted to tell in the first place. “Your father and I did have an affair, but it was not as scandalous as you assume it to be.” “I fail to see how any affair could not be considered scandalous,” rebounded Harlyn bitterly. I scoffed. She really had no idea. Harly shifted her scowl to me. “What’s so funny?!”