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I repeated and walked away. Whenever I sparked in that way, I could see the fear in his eyes. Those eyes, the ones I got lost in when I was intoxicated and now, it feels like I was intoxicated with the marriage. I ran upstairs and I slammed the room door. I didn't think twice about it. He was so unfair in a lot of ways to me. I made my way to the table where the contract was. I let out a heavy sigh. “Alexander Blackwood,” I read out loud, and that was the babe of my husband. He was the CEO of Woods Inc, and the only surviving heir to the CEO of B-Diamonds.

What would make me happy is my wife staying my fucking wife instead of stabbing me in the back. ‘I don’t want to be your wife anymore!’ I exploded. I shoved him back. ‘I’m done being the invisible wife whose husband fucks other women in his office in broad daylight!’ ‘Are you jealous?’ Cary’s voice shifted, amused. He stepped closer again, eyes burning through me. ‘Is that what this is? You want me to stop fucking other women?’ A small, crooked smile curved his lips. A smile I didn’t understand. ‘You want me to stop fucking other women because, what, you’re in love with me? Want to have me all to yourself?’

" Haha, I will surely be at your wedding, and make sure you don't allow her to leave your house. Just have her as your imprisoned wife." " I will remember to do just that," When he made the promise she ended the call and send the location of Christy's house to him. After making her call Ana has an evil smirk on her face, she knew Master Willy Poker was known to be a notorious man, he had, had six wives. His first wife disappeared without anyone knowing where she is, and his second wife is unconscious she has been in a coma for over four years, and the third has suddenly gone mad. All his wives have encountered one bad omen and the other. The cause was because he deals with them. Everyone was

“Dude for real, even Trisha? I couldn’t fire her because Dad employed her, Alice bounced that girl out immediately, no I love What she’s doing for me, it’s been really peaceful recently “. “Perks of having a crazy woman as a wife “.

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.

So where had this woman—claiming she was my wife—fallen from, right into the center of our company? --- “Can you calm down now?” I asked the woman. Her crying had taken me off guard at first, but now she was fraying my nerves. “If you’re Darian Freeman, then who was my husband?” she demanded. Her hazel eyes, reddened from crying, looked almost green. The whites were bloodshot; her makeup had streaked down her face in dark tracks. “I don’t understand you,” I said, impatient. “I was married to Darian Freeman. To the bastard who owns this company!”

I heard Chris warning them on the table as I was playing with Liam. “No one, and I mean no one, should ever pose stupid questions to my wife again. Is that clear? You idiots can’t even keep your useless wives under control. My wife is ten times smarter than these fools you call wives. You’ll never be able to compare my wife to these cretins. Get your wives under control, fools.” Nothing was mentioned. Another lady was approaching me. “Hi,” she stated. “Hi.”

“Surround the house. No one gets out alive. If he runs, shoot him.” Ten guards moved silently into position, their dark figures disappearing into the shadows. The remaining five stayed with me as I approached the house. As we neared, raised voices broke the stillness. “Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare touch me!” a woman’s voice screamed. My jaw tightened as I recognized the voice Mrs. Williams. “You’re my wife now,” Western snarled. “You can never leave. We’ll start our family here. If you won’t give yourself to me willingly, I’ll take what I want. I’ll rape you every night until you learn your place!”