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Knowing that this is what will happened, Mrs Diamen didn't bother to argue with her. "I thought as much, after what Dane just did I don't think they will be better off with me, staying with you might be more effective. As for the divorce, I have nothing to say about it, I just hope one day you can forgive Dane, everything isn't as it seems", she said with an underlying meaning. The room became awkward and uncomfortable after that. "Call me when she wakes up, I'll drop by later and bring some food for Isabelle ", Mrs Diamen said as she stood up and walked towards the door.

“Who are you?” He stopped mid-step. Blinked. Then, slowly, his smile cracked into something mischievous. “You don’t know?” “No,” I muttered, feeling irritated by the fact that I couldn’t recognize most of the people around me. His expression which was hardened few seconds ago turned soft. “You’re my wife, Lisa.” “What’s your name?” I asked, hoping I could remember my so-called husband, if his name strike a cord in my head. “I’m Dominic. Your beloved husband.”

"I'm still upset, but honestly, no man has ever affected me like you do. Let's go upstairs to my room, talk and... then you can do other stuff to me and... in me." I fiddled with the string of my robe, calling attention to the fact that I was wearing only a bra that barely restrained my full breasts. Damian's eyes slid from my breasts to my face, not at all the reaction I had expected. He waved the hand, glinting with his wedding ring on my face. "I'm married, remember? So I'm not interested in whatever this is." "I know for a fact that your marriage is a sham," I said before I could stop myself.

Italian women were truly something else and so straightforward. Then I stared at them dumbfounded when they started to speak. It went fast, not allowing me to even catch a word of what was being said. When Damiano said my name, the woman turned to look at me, and I knew he had introduced me as his wife. Delighted by the news, I was pulled into a bone-crushing hug. She was surprisingly strong for being so small!

-Don't talk about him like that, I bet he has a great reason to do it and that is that we in this country have many enemies, don't think that only our empire is the biggest, there are also several that could hurt you if they see you in the street and even all the wives of the leaders of the biggest companies treat their wives like that, so you are not the only one, besides I would not like you to suffer the same fate as Jasmine -that name had caught my attention but I had no idea who it was. -Jasmine? who is she? I wanted to know. -Jasmin, she is Damian's ex-wife, didn't he tell you that he had been married before? we had never really discussed that subject and I found it quite incredible th

And with all my strength, I throw it into the weeds on the side of the road. "No." The look on Damien's face freezes. "What?" "I said no." I stare at his shocked face. "I won't wear it." "Why?" His voice trembles. "Isabella, that's the Star of Sicily! It's worth more than any other ring!" "But it doesn't change anything." My voice is calm. The calmness surprises even me. "Three months ago, this is all I wanted. To be your wife. To have a family with you."

Is the diamond that expensive? “A hundred million dollars for Mr Changretta” she announces. “A hundred and twenty million dollars” someone says from behind us. “Two hundred million dollars” Dominic announces again and my jaw drops. Any lower and I might actually have to stitch it together, “my wife really likes it” he says again, “how can I not get it for her?” His attention turns to me and this is when I realize what he has just said. Did he just call me his wife? Wife?!! What the actual fuck?

How the hell does someone with no life, no family, no friends, stay that hidden? “Dante.” My mother’s voice snaps me back. “No phones at dinner.” I sigh and set it face down on the table. “Right.” She sips her wine, watching me closely. “How’s your wife?” “Issa’s fine.” “She looks it. She’s glowing. But tell me, should she really be working in her condition? There’s nothing you can’t provide for her.” “It’s her decision,” I say calmly. “And she’s only four months along.”

Her mother claimed, making me laugh. They were all surprised at what I did. Some of them even chuckled at me, “Sorry, that was rude of me.” “Are you pregnant, Amelia?” I curiously asked before shaking my head, “Wrong question, I have to prove first if you slept with my husband.” I walked slowly towards her before leaning towards her face, “Tell me, what is the size of my husband’s dick? And where is his mole located?” “I have slept with him countless times, I know how big and long he is, and this mole is visible even if it’s dark,” I told her, making everyone who was watching gasp or laugh.

Why? She is my wife! Aren't all those husbands lust and crave for their wives? Although she believes and does all the things well as Islam says, why she is not accepting me then? Why she is resisting me? This is getting out of hand! I want her! I crave for her. She is the only thing roaming around in my head all day and night. 'yar kaha ghum ho? Teri hi shadi haina kal?' Daniyal's voice dragged me out of my thoughts.