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Kyle continued, his breath warm against her neck. “They choose wives very carefully. Not for love. For bloodlines amd their assets. For what they can bring into the family. Once a woman marries in, she becomes part of the system. But slowly, they isolate her. They make her dependent. They transfer her wealth, her properties, her connections into the family trust. If she becomes too independent, too curious… they break her.” He swallowed hard.

Nothing like the screaming, raging thing I felt like inside. Adrian had gone to her last night. I knew it with absolute certainty. Had probably cried on her shoulder about his "crazy fiancée" who was acting so strange. And Maribel had comforted him. I had probably told him I was just stressed, just emotional, just being difficult like women get sometimes. And then they'd fucked. Because that's what they did. What they'd always done, probably since high school, right under my nose while I smiled and played the grateful friend and loving girlfriend.

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"

"How are you? How was everything?" “It's fine, Celeste. How was your trip?” Dominic replied, his expression unreadable. "Long." She sighed. Then she glanced at me, the way you glance at something you're not sure belongs in the room. "Who is she? Your new personal assistant? Maid? Why is she in your bedroom?" Okay, I think I really need to poke out her eyes. Cos why the hell would she call me a maid? “No, she's my wife.” Dominic replied, flatly. Look at the person that wrote in rule 6 that we shouldn't show people that we aren't romantically together, making it obvious that we aren't in love. Not like I care, though.

"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

Dominic had already chosen his wife over her. She picked the folder up and opened it. Inside a clear plastic bag was a stack of photographs. The first one was a wedding photo and Isadora wiped the sudden tears away. His wife was a beautiful woman and she couldn’t help but hate her. There were other photos, intimate ones showing Dominic having sex with her, photos of them laughing, sitting on a patio with Dominic, his arm around her shoulder, looking at his wife the way he looked at her. More tears welled in her eyes but this time the pain was more controlled. It wasn’t like the previous time. She flipped through all the pictures, them at the beach, at restaurants, the way his men smiled at h

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.”

Domenico was the only one in the office beside Francesco. “No,” Domenico bit the word, “But we need to hurry up so I can take my wife on a damn honeymoon. She hasn’t stopped asking since the wedding night and let me tell you her nagging is not a big turn on,” he sighed and flopped on the couch. Francesco laughed but stopped when he heard Vincent growl.

"No. We took her home" Jensen frowned. "Your mum's place?" "Yes, why are you asking?" "Nothing. I'm just really worried about your sister" "She will be fine" Jensen continuously bounced his left knee anxiously. "I read the article about your husband" he stated and she lowered her gaze, taking a bite of her sandwich. "What article?" "His recent sex escapades with the wives of his clients. According to the article, Dominic once raped a woman at the club and paid her a huge amount of money to keep her mouth shut"