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Axel nods without hesitation. — Is that what you were looking at, Isaac? — his wife asks, calmer now. — Look how pretty it is. I’m sure I can learn how to make it. — You can’t even make a paper boat, Isaac. Don’t joke around. — His wife complains. — Miriam, don’t embarrass me in front of the King! — Diana, what did I just tell you? Bring the damn starter or whatever it is. Don’t just stand there when I’m hungry.

“Sure thing love.” It didn’t sound utterly weird until I was done saying it and was walking my way upstairs like I had been here way longer than its owner himself. The muffled noise matched with that of a not so quiet questioning on my way up made me settle with pride as I got exactly what I was hoping for. Until my back made contact with the mattress that it all became so real. I’m freaking married to someone I don’t know, his grandfather wants me to remain with him and he definitely has someone in his life.

I had thought marrying him would mean a happy life, but on the very first day, he was already using his status as my husband to control and humiliate me. I refused to let him trample over me. "That's nonsense!" I shouted back. "You're abusing your authority to humiliate me. If you really do it, I'll call the cops right away!" My words infuriated him. In the next second, his hand struck my face with a force so violent it sent me crashing against the wall. My head spun, my vision blurred, and I slid weakly to the floor.

"Good afternoon, Young Lady. I've come to pick you up." Her coworkers had already gathered, flocking from upstairs and whispering like overexcited birds. "Oh my gosh, Miss Livia is so cool!" "She's actually called the 'Young Lady'!" "I had no idea her husband was Mr. Damian Alexander!" "No way! We breathe the same air as Master Damian's wife!" "Master Damian-he owns like, half the country! And he's her man!" "I'm so jealous."

Damian just raised his eyebrow and looked at me strangely. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m short; you are tall. Having you as my husband will help improve my offspring’s quality. They won’t be as short as me.” I said to him without thinking again. I didn’t realize I had just told him I wanted him to be my husband. Damian just smiled softly at me and continued stroking Leah. During lunch, I called Leah to me as it was her time to eat, but she didn’t come. I thought she was with Damian, so I went to him.

"Now, back to the important stuff. Is his dick as big as his ego?" "Emilia!" I laughed, shaking my head. "What? Valid question. Man's got a reputation." "I am not discussing my husband's... dimensions with you." "Fine," she pouted. "But at least tell me if he knows how to use it. Whatever size it is." I felt my cheeks burn. "He knows what he's doing." "So he eats pussy like a champ?" "Oh my god," I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Can we please change the subject?"

"Honey, do you think I'm some jealous shrew?" Dominic's mouth twitched slightly. 'Aren't you? You're more jealous than anyone I know…' That was what he thought internally, but he didn't dare say it out loud. Isabella sighed. "You obviously love kids. If my husband is happy, then I'm happy too. Besides..." She paused, then giggled before continuing, "I'm trying for a baby too!"

Her face flushed with shame and fury. “What did you just say?!” Isabella snapped, her eyes blazing. “Slut? How dare you call me that, Damian?” Damian’s gaze didn’t waver. His voice was firm. “If not a slut, then what? You keep coming shamelessly, trying to disturb my marriage. What else should I call you, Isabella?” Isabella clenched her teeth, her chest heaving with anger. “You’ve gone too far! I used to be your wife, Damian! You should still respect me.”

she asked, her tone a mixture of genuine curiosity and perhaps a touch of playful comparison. Isabella's eyes, alight with a playful secrecy, met Savita's inquisitive gaze. A delicate smile curved her lips as she addressed Savita's unspoken question, allowing a moment of anticipation to hang in the air. "Quite big," she finally revealed, her voice imbued with a subtle pride that hinted at a delicious intimacy. She punctuated her statement with a descriptive gesture, her hands mirroring the memory. "When I hold his length with both my hands, stretched as wide as they can go, it still does not fully fit within my grasp." The visual was clear, the implication unmistakable. Her carefully chosen

she murmured and headed into her office. "Honestly Mira, I am losing my mind." Catherine lamented after she narrated what happened to Mira. "Are you telling me that your runner-away boyfriend has returned?" Mira asked, still don't believe Catherine. "Mira, he did not just return, but he is also my boss" Catherine continued "So when are you going to tell him"? Mira "Tell him what," Catherine asked "About Your son Ellis," Mira said. "I can't tell him anything. He may deny ever knowing me" Catherine said.