Empress Jennifer Cuckold の小説・ストーリー

Each one angled to look more intimate than it was, captions suggesting secret meetings and corporate espionage. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck." I scrolled through more articles, each one worse than the last. Anonymous sources claiming I was feeding company secrets to James. Speculation about my marriage being a cover for corporate sabotage. I scrolled down to the comment section. Big mistake. Gold digger caught red handed Poor Alexander Carter. Married a snake She's obviously using him for insider information Sleeping her way to the top like a common whore This is what happens when CEOs marry employees. Nothing but a power grab

“Mrs. Waals, I remember that I have told you a long time ago that Priscilla is my wife. Everything about her is also my business. Anything harmful to her is also harmful to me. How can you say that she is using me?” Rose was stunned. She didn’t expect him to say that. However, the reporters were even more shocked. When they saw Fredrick and Priscilla appear together, they knew that there must be a special relationship between the two. But they didn’t expect that their relationship would be so special. Did Frederick say that Jillian was his wife? Was there no mistake? That was impossible! Wasn’t Shane Lincoln single? When did he get married? Wasn’t he engaged to the first daughter of the Curt

Austin and Jenny came back to the office. Jenny is in the bathroom while taking a bath. On the other hand, Austin picked up the phone in his hand when it beeped. The number isn't saved on his phone. Austin rolled up the green icon while receiving the call before keeping it in his ear. "Hello!" "Sir, we are employees who are working in your office." "We team members have found out who has exposed the photos of you and your wife." The male employee said everything in one breath.

“While you sit in this… this kennel, wallowing in your own filth, she is living like a queen. Your queen. On your money. And that viper, Croft, the one you were too blind to crush when you had the chance, has put a ring on her finger. They are to be wed. It’s all over the society pages. A glittering spectacle. A celebration of your utter ruin. Last night. The Austerlitz Hotel. The most expensive engagement party this city has seen in a decade. Crystal, orchids, a private orchestra. The whole city was there, laughing at you. They are to be married.” The words didn't make sense. They were alien sounds, crashing against the fortress of my reality. Jennifer? Marrying Croft? It was a logistical i

"By the way, do you need me to help you promote those intimate photos of you two at the Mount Pratt campsite within the industry? Quite a few of my friends have already been asking if you're planning to pivot into romance-themed bed and breakfasts." Jennifer's face turned red with rage. "Archie, what nonsense are you talking about? Do you still consider me your wife?" "Wife?" I let out a derisive laugh. "Why don't you ask yourself if you've ever fulfilled the duties of a wife?" "...Of course I have!" Maurice quickly stepped forward, his face already twisted into that trademark look of false grievance. "Archie, how can you slander Jennifer like this without any proof? She and I have a purely

I bit my lip, avoiding her gaze, my eyes darting to the doctor, who was watching our exchange intently. “Ethan,” I murmured, closing my eyes as if that would make it less real. “What? When?” Jennifer’s voice deepened while Irene chuckled from the corner, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Oh! Emily, you naughty girl!” she teased. “When, Emily? Was it when you were with Jason?” Jennifer pressed, and the doctor interjected, “She’s eight weeks along,” as if revealing a secret. Nosy woman! Jennifer’s eyes widened, realization dawning. “My wedding!” she gasped, and I nodded, guilt swelling in my chest.

she said passing her phone to me. The headline reads; “Billionaire CEO Marcelo Wilson Jones sets to get married,” I read the headline out and at first it didn’t click in my head that I am the soon to be bride of the billionaire. “Scroll down and read more,” Jennifer said, “Billionaire CEO female admirers set out to find this mystery woman,” I read out loud again and Jennifer started laughing. “What’s funny, didn’t you hear what I read they’re out to get me,” “I’m laughing because you’re one of the female admirers before you became the wife and I didn’t even know your soon to be husband has a fan base,” she said, laughing hard I could see tears coming out of her eyes.

- Olima nervously responds. "Well Richard is serious, I guess two weddings are coming up then. Yours and mine, Is a mass wedding babe! Congratulations to us," - Jennifer excitedly says, Olima replied to her - "Thank you." "You're welcome, Not to worry when I come back home, I will give you everything, and honestly Richard's friend here is very sweet to me, and you cannot believe that I have already had sex with him like five times now. He loves me very much and I love him too" - Jennifer beams.

"But I wasn't wrong." The photo showed Jennifer at a gala. Red dress. Champagne glass. Smiling. Next to her was a man in a suit. Older. Distinguished. "Who is that?" Leighton asked. "Robert Hastings." Chloe zoomed in. "CEO of Hastings Medical. This was taken six months before the FDA announcement. The one Noah supposedly got insider information about." Leighton's heart started beating faster. "She knew him." "She knew everyone." Chloe swiped to the next photo. Jennifer with another man. Then another. All at different events. All wealthy. All connected. "She's not just some investor who got lucky. She's a hunter. She finds powerful men. Gets close to them. Uses them."