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She slammed her phone against the table with the screen down and took a sip of water before saying, “I’m purchasing a property for my relative, and I wanted to use a discount that’s only available for the lower-income group, so I borrowed Ken’s ID for that. My relative left the country a while back, so he asked me to take care of it on his behalf.” “Which relative?” “You don’t know him. It’s a distant uncle.” She was lying. Over our decade-long marriage, I had met all of her relatives. No one fit the profile of a distant relative. I wanted to pry further, but she looked upset. “Are you assuming that I bought the mansion for Ken? “You know how much I earn! If I really had that much money, we

After spending some time together, I could see how sincere Evan was, and I felt my heart start to open to him. As tears welled up in my eyes, I nodded. “Yes.” … After I rejected him, Jeremy returned to the country. Soon, he sank into alcohol and gambling, neglecting his company. His business collapsed, debts piled up, and he lived a miserable life under constant pressure. Meanwhile, with Evan’s support, I carved out a name for myself in the art world. My studio grew, and I became widely respected as a master painter. Three years later, Evan and I got married. Thanks to Evan’s attentive care, I became pregnant in the second year of our marriage.

"These pictures? They tell a story. A story about a gold-digging whore who seduced her fiancé's father on her wedding day. A woman who moved into his house, took his money, and got pregnant, all so she could trap him into marriage." "That's not true. That's not what happened." "Isn't it though? Think about how it looks, Jane. You've known my father for what, a few weeks? And in that time, you've moved into his house, started working for him, let him buy you expensive clothes and jewelry. Now you're pregnant. What do you think people will believe? Your version? Or mine?"

“But I was wrong.” Elena shook her head. “No…” “You once asked me to promise that I’d never choose money over you.” He forced a painful smile. “I kept that promise.” Confusion replaced her grief. “What?” “I never sold you.” The sentence echoed through the room. Elena stared at the screen, unable to move. “I know that’s what everyone will make you believe.” He leaned closer to the camera. “But listen to me carefully.” His voice became firmer. “I signed away my marriage.”

I disagreed. He giggled and sneered at me. "It seems like you don't know your role. I guess I should state it to you right now." "What are you saying?" I asked in confusion. "Good question." He said as he kept his sneer. "Firstly," He started. "You need to know that you aren't anything to me, but a bought wife." "A bought wife?" I questioned in confusion. "Yeah." He replied indifferently. "And secondly, all you need to do is to follow every of my instruction."

“If Mistress Ais is fine with that Maru then who am I to deny you? You are my husband after all. The one who has first tasted and who shall love me last unto the eons that awaits us. And I know that I will have to do this sooner or later. No point in avoiding something inevitable in the first place.” Ezperanza paused to smile at her darling man. “What are you waiting for, husband? The man of my heart. We are here for your taking. Eat us now, quick.” Ezperanza said in a very seductive voice. "Be careful what you wish for, Ezperanza. You might get addicted to the feeling of my love.” Maru humored and proceeded towards where the lone king sized bed was located.

💖 prologue 💖 She felt his lips nipping her neck driving her crazy and she moaned softly. “, please don’t”, she whispered unable to find her voice. “ I can’t……. you drive me crazy”, he said” I must have you Cassie I must”,😘 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 Meet Cassandra reis married to Domingo Salvador a rich businessman with investment scattered all over. But if anyone told her she would cheat on her husband who she loves with a handsome stranger she would probably trim his head off.

“That is you, Soviet Kierson Ferrer, the current owner of Clientes Esclavos.” Jerson slammed both of his hands against the table. “What the hell are you talking about?!” he angrily said as he seethed his teeth. “The past owner of the Clientes Esclavos before you, was your grandmother, my wife, Navarre Emerson Ferrer,” the old Ferrer confessed.