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The fools want him to take El Patrón and Lucifer to task for breaking omerta and integrating a certain club into their fold. Dominic lifted his lips in a semblance of a mocking smile. Fucking idiots! Closing the folder, he made a mental note to deal with them soon. His mind went back to the more pressing matters at hand. "Dominic," she opened the home office they shared without knocking. No surprise there. He was used to her antics. She was an invader. To his mind. To his heart. Beau Vasiliy, his tzarina. Alarmed at the urgency in his wife's voice, he looked up from the document report he was about to sign.

Clint was still waiting outside by the car, calm and composed. “Clint,” I snapped as the doors closed behind me, “do you have any idea if my wife has gotten home?” I couldn’t tell even him that the woman who was currently parading around as my wife was her twin sister. I trusted Clint with my life but this was something I wasn’t willing to share. Not yet at least. He didn’t miss a beat. “Adam informed me that your wife is in Vermont, sir. She was asked to be driven then.”

“You go about recording your sex escapades with different girls… women… and…” “And what?” “You’re just unbelievable, you’re disgusting… You make my skin crawl,” she wrapped her arms around her body as she spoke amidst gritted teeth. Domingo smirked. “And you’re a married woman who still aches for her husband’s father.” He leaned closer and kissed her cheeks which were pink from the blush she applied earlier. Then he walked out. Leaving her shaking, shamed, helpless, and confused. But now? Now she belonged to him.

Stress, depression, and the loneliness that gnawed at her soul drove Vivienne to seek comfort in food until her body swelled out of control. Ironically, after two years of marriage, let alone having a child, Dominic had never even touched her once. The man treated her as nothing more than an outdated decoration, a humiliating virgin wife. “Are you planning to hide in here until the event is over, Vivienne?” That cold baritone voice shattered Vivienne’s thoughts. Dominic Thorne, her husband, stood by the connecting doorway in a custom-made suit that wrapped perfectly around his tall, well-built body. Perfect. A word that contrasted sharply with Vivienne’s appearance tonight.

“I didn’t think you’d still be this shallow after so many years. You broke someone else’s marriage for money in the past. You have enough money now. Do you think you can really stop her from cheating on you?” Carlson gritted his teeth and wanted to slap me, but I blocked him. Instead, I slapped him repeatedly. Carlson yelled in pain. He wanted to fight me, but I subdued him. He had spent all these years living a good life. He was no longer the hardworking assistant he had been in the past. He could not even fight back, so he could only endure a few more slaps from me. “Don’t worry, I’m an educated man. I don’t want to be a homewrecker.

AURIELLE Dominic grabs my waist and pins me to the bed so fast that I didn’t have time to react. My back hit the mattress. Dominic hovered over me, his hands holding my wrists above my head. "What are you doing?" I gritted out, hands flat against his chest, like that could actually stop him. "Listening to my wife." His voice was low, almost lazy. "And making our marriage look real." "You're insane." I gulped, hating how my pulse betrayed me. "I have things to do, I need to go."

"And why is it not possible? Are you saying my wife isn't attractive enough?" "That's not the point." "Then what is the point? Because I'm literally going crazy here. If Dominic comes near my wife in any way, I will destroy him. I don't care that he's your husband." She got to her feet. "Listen. Dominic may be a lot of things, but he's not that kind of man. He has pride. He's different. He's an outstanding man. In all the years of our marriage, the only complaint I've ever had about Dominic was that he didn't have money. He wasn't lacking in any other way. If a man like Dominic wanted to have an affair, he wouldn't go to a married woman's house and sneak into a guest room. It doesn't sound l

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

She was determined to rewrite her history and make all those who hurt her pay for all they had done to her. Catherine got home tired and weak. She worked double shifts. The little food she got from the restaurant is what she ate with her mother that night. The wages were not much but it can keep them going. Andrew came back home drunk as usual, he did not say a single word to anyone, he went to his old couch which happens to be the only chair in their one-room apartment, and lay down. Catherine joined her mother on her little bed, afraid of being molested again by him.

Just: CONTRACT AGREEMENT – TEMPORARY DOMESTIC PARTNER Clause after clause detailed living arrangements, public appearances, press discretion, and emotional boundaries. He barely made it halfway through before slamming it shut. Who the hell was this woman? He crept toward the guest room. The door was cracked open. Inside, Luna was seated by the window, her back to him, staring out at the snowy garden. She was humming something low melancholy and haunting. He left without a word. For now, all he had were questions. And a stranger living in his home, sleeping down the hall wearing the title of “wife.”