Divorcing The Tyrant: Falling For My Temptress Wife 소설 & 이야기

Tyler smirked at Jean. "A woman who suggested divorce is now talking about securing her status. You think I'm easily fooled?" Jean felt her heart racing under his gaze. Feeling dizzy, she stumbled backward and gripped the wall. A wave of nausea hit her. Enduring the discomfort, she hissed, "Yes! I'd like a divorce! But I decided to stay with you only because I can take advantage of the title of Mrs. Larson!" His eyes were devoid of warmth. Jean bit her lips with a look of determination. "You need my blood to save a life, and I need your reputation for my social standing. We can continue with this arrangement while leading separate lives. Doesn't that sound nice to you?"

“Such a dirty little slut. Eighteen years old and begging for married cock in broad daylight.” Tyler was thirty-eight, built like a god from years of construction work, and married to a beautiful but cold wife who was currently twenty feet away in their kitchen. I’d been teasing him for weeks, short dresses, no bra, “accidental” bends in the yard. Today, when his wife stepped inside to answer the phone, he finally snapped. He reached around and rubbed my swollen clit fast and rough. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you squeeze me.” I came hard, biting his hand to stay quiet as my pussy fluttered around his thick shaft. Tyler groaned and buried himself deep, flooding me with hot, thick rop

I hated the feeling of being trapped by that man. I hated the power it gave him. “I am not going to any party! That man wants to disgrace me further!” I heard Elias scream as I opened the door to his chambers. “Consummate this union?! Union my foot!” He shouted. “What’s going on?” I asked Cassian who seemed to be enjoying the situation. “Your highness. The tyrant had just asked your brother to attend a party tonight.” “Anddddd.” “And they’re to consummate their marriage after the party.”

I looked down between my spread thighs and the sight nearly undid me. Luciano Zarkov — the Tyrant, the conqueror, the man who ruled an entire continent — was on his stomach between my legs, broad shoulders keeping my thighs open, his dark head bent as he devoured me with slow, deliberate hunger. His storm-gray eyes flicked up to meet mine, dark with lust, and the eye contact alone made fresh slick gush out of me. He licked it up greedily. “Delicious,” he murmured against my pussy, voice rough and low. “You’re soaking my tongue, little mate. So eager.”

I heard the lady say immediately, and I wondered how suddenly the conversation had changed. “You know you are the one I love. But it takes time to divorce. Listen, babe, I promise you, I will divorce her in due time, and you and I will live happily ever after. Just give me a little more time, babe. I promise,” I heard Tyler say, and instantly I could feel the tears dropping from my eyes once more. I could not believe I wasted all my years with a man who did not only sleep with my best friend but also promised another woman to divorce me and marry her. And all for what?

“Yeah?” “First I will like to thank you for your help throughout today. You saved my daughter, you helped me with my problems, I really appreciate what you did. However, I want to discuss my deal with you, I’m sorry but my daughter wants to divorce you and I can’t deny what she wants again. I already did it once, she doesn’t want to marry you, she never wanted it but I forced her into doing it because of the deal I had with you.” Davis was quiet, trying to study and read the expression on Tyler’s face but nothing coming up. He stared with blank face, as if all he had said was nothing and meant nothing.

Charlotte said with clenched tongue. "yen yen yen." Tyler mocked. "If you can't treat me as a woman that I am let's get a divorce." Charlotte said. "Have you forgotten the contract?" Tyler asked. "I haven't. I'm sure you don't want to be stuck with me. I'm sure you want to be free and happy. You want to be a bachelor right?" Charlotte asked. "That's a brilliant idea. We can get a divorce without my father's consent and everything will be back to normal." Tyler said stroking his beard.

Tyler leaned back on his elbows and gave me that look he always did when he thought I was being dramatic. "Are you serious right now?" "Yes, I’m serious," I snapped. "It’s been forever." He let out a breath. "Reaper … she’s telling her husband she wants a divorce. You think that’s a two-minute conversation?" I clenched my jaw. "The guy loves her," Tyler went on. "Or at least thinks he does. He’s not just going to smile and say 'sure, no problem.' Of course it’s going to be hard." "Fuck this," I cursed under my breath and started pacing again.

I warned. “Why not? Do you even realize what you’ve become? Where’s the man who used to smile? The man I fell in love with?” She grabbed my hands. “I want him back.” “That man didn’t have an empire to run. People change. Get over it.” I pulled my hands away. Her eyes filled with hurt. “Cedric, I can’t do this if you keep pushing me away.” Before I could respond, my phone rang. Simon. An emergency. Of course.

“I’m sorry, Adrian. I messed up. But we’re here now. You need a wife to inherit your father’s empire, and I’m the best choice.” “The best choice,” he scoffed, finally placing the tablet down, “Since when did a married woman become the best choice for a bride?” “Well,” I shrugged, biting the gum with a smirk as I raised one finger, “Just got divorced.” He let out a low chuckle, the kind that echoed in your bones. His fingers powered off the tablet, tossed it onto the table, then he turned to face me fully. “Seriously, Syra? You get divorced and sprint back to the guy you dumped like a bad habit ten years ago? What the hell kind of game are you playing?”