Novel & Cerita Drake's Wife's Trainer

, he said and left. "Mr. Karan Kundra.. now you will see how everything you have will be mine and you will be left with nobody. I will take every single thing you have including that pretty beautiful wife of yours who has an amazing business skill. But don't worry she will not be my partner but my whore for life", he seethed flashing a sadistic smile.

"Rest a bit and you will be like new. I don't want you to miss your training." Drake had no intention of telling her that he removed Keith from the position of Talia's personal trainer. She will find out about it eventually. Talia pulled her bra back into the original position, to cover her breasts, and Drake helped her move so that she can lean on him sideways.

“However, get through our training session without any goofing off or trying to get into my pants and then we can have all the fun that your kinky heart desires.” “Well, that’s a sentence I never thought would come out of your mouth,” Drake said with a laugh as he walked into the training arena. Callan rolled his eyes. “What’s up bro?” “Wedding planner is here for miss Sera so I figured I would take her place,” Drake said before blushing as Callan and I started to laugh. “I mean spar with you! Not many sexual you sexual beasts!” He continued to protest. That just made me laugh even harder. Messing with the broody, behemoth of a man, Beta, had become one of my new favorite things. Turned out

Drake said. “Are you telling me that I am useless to you?” Nori asks Drake angrily. “No,” Drake said firmly, “But right now, you are not helping me, helping us.” “Why the hell would I help that douchebag?” he asks as he pointed at me. “He is not a douchebag,” Drake said frustratedly, “and he is also the Fated Mate and husband of Lana who is part of this family. If that is not enough reason for you, then you better leave.”

He took the mic from the MC,a sinister smile spreading on his lips. “ We here to make a few announcements. " Ron began, his gaze swept across the hall. He handed the mic to Valerie who did spare me a glance. “ I am here to make something known. Mr Drake Chase isn't whomhe says he is. He's always been a liar and fraud. He lied about his martial status to all of you. He used me as his contract bride for three months and after which the contract terminated after he found out I was pregnant with his child. He didn't want the child but I wanted it even though it was against the contract and because of that he intentionally teamed up with his new wife and pushed me down the stairs and I lost the b

"I can smell her all over you." "Oh," Drake said, his eyes widening in realization. He put down the apple he had been cutting and looked at me. "You mean, Vanessa? Come on, bro," Drake said, a smirk playing on his lips. "You can't blame me. She's beautiful and has a perfect shape. She's exactly how I want my woman to be." I felt a flash of anger, mixed with a twinge of jealousy. I clenched my fists, trying to keep my composure. "You shouldn't speak about my wife like that in my presence," I said, my voice low and dangerous.

“Oh, we’re so pleased to meet you. I’m Drake Ashford, and this is my wife, Daniella.” I glanced at Drake with relief. At least he hadn’t changed my name to Daniella Ashford for discounts. “Congratulations on your golden wedding anniversary! I love your ranch.” I smiled at her. Drake wished her as well, and she thanked us warmly. “We’ll just start. There are only ten couples interested in the activity. We’re waiting for all of them to arrive. Why don’t you come with me to the kitchen? I’ll give you a tour around the place.” She showed us around, and it was a privilege indeed. I absorbed as much as I could while Drake tugged at my hand all the time.

My name is Christine Wheeler. I just got married yesterday, and my husband, Matthew Wheeler, already complained about my skills in bed, so he signed me up for the "Wife Training Camp." The guy running it was Peter Sutton. He was extremely well-endowed, the kind that couldn't fit in your mouth. Right after I joined the group chat, he posted the assignment for the day. Every member had to practice their hip movements. We had to make our ass jiggle like Jell‑O, and then film it and post the video in the chat.

He crossed his arms, still staring at Maximus. “Is that all? Or, maybe you have other reasons aside from that,” Drake replied, which made me furrow my brows. “Did you really think I have no idea about what you're doing towards Evan, Alpha Maximus? I already knew that you were trying to take my wife from me.” I shook my head with Drake's words. He still had the guts to call me his wife after what he did to me. I wanted to correct him for saying that, but then I saw Maximus’ expression. It's so dark, as if he wanted to eat Drake alive. And because of that, I decided not to interrupt.

“Your brother. Your family.” Her frown deepened, lips pressing together. “No. I don’t… know you.” Justin cleared his throat nervously. “Avery, it’s Justin. Your assistant. I—I’ve worked with you for months now.” Her gaze slid past him as though through a stranger in the street. “I don’t know you either.” She turned back toward Tamer, her expression softening instantly, trust filling her eyes. “But I know my husband.” Her small hand reached for his, gripping weakly.