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She could not pick one without losing the other. "I... I am his wife," Jasmine stuttered. She tried to grab Victor's arm. "Dad, tell them! I am still his wife!" Victor yanked his arm away. His pale eyes showed disgust. He hated looking foolish in front of his enemies. "It does not matter what name she uses," Dominic said. Dominic lowered his gun. He did not need a weapon to control the room. His sheer presence was enough. "I submitted a divorce application to the state court two days ago," Dominic stated.

“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.

“Give that man the respect he deserves. It’s easy to break the law, but it’s not easy to build the billion-dollar empire he’s started entirely on his own. That takes guts. That takes brains. And it takes big balls too.” “You’re seriously going to hold out on me?” Esme asked as she sat across from me. “Come on, that gorgeous man took you to pound town, and you ain’t gonna share the details?” Her third glass of wine sat in front of her, and she pried more than usual because her blood alcohol level had spiked. “We had sex. That’s it.” “You’ve told me some personal stuff about your lovers over the last two years. And then with this guy—” “This guy is my husband now. It feels weird to share intim

"He’s gone soft. He’s at the cottage with the girl. He’s unprotected. If you want to make your move, do it now. Just make sure the baby stays with the family when you’re done with him." I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. The war wasn't over. It had just changed shapes. My husband was finally acting like a man, but the monsters were still circling the house. I looked at Dominic through the window. He was currently being scolded by Nonna for drying a plate the wrong way, and he was taking it with a genuine, lopsided grin. I realized then that I wasn't just fighting for my freedom anymore. I was fighting for the man he was trying to become.

Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure. "Fuck," he groaned. "God, I love your tits. So much better than—" "Shut up," Maribel hissed, cutting him off. "Don't wake her." But Adrian kept going, kept squeezing, kept moving, and I watched from the shadows of the balcony as my fiancé fucked my best friend on the couch where we watched movies together. The scene was familiar. Horribly, devastatingly familiar. Like déjà vu, except I knew exactly why. I'd walked in on this before. In my first life, at the estate, the positions were different. The location was different.

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."

Dominic responded in a tender voice, a tone I never heard for anyone except for her. “You know when those monsters captured me and locked me in a dark cell, I only prayed that one day I would be united with my mate. I never lost hopes even when they beat me until I passed out and repeated the same next day. They made me serve them as slaves.” She broke down but he wiped her tears. “Hey, don’t cry. I punished them. They all are dead now and you are safe with me.” He said gently stroking her hairs. “But you are married to my sister now, Dom. She's been your wife and Luna for two years.” She hiccuped.

Bella My husband had a lot of doors in the mansion. He kept all of them closed. I told myself it wasn't my business to knock. Then I started counting how many then he left the house at midnight. Alex was an outing animal. I always imagined having to marry a man that was grounded in his goals, little did I know I'll find myself trapped in a marriage with no emotions. His life was a cheat map, easy to predict but without knowing the outcome of each move.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.