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“Only heard of his ex wife, he once had a wife and that was a past.” She shrugged apathetically. “Fortunately I'm still the only one he loves.” “Maybe?” “Tell me, did he pay you to pretend to be his wife? I know Richard would do anything to have me back, just tell me the truth darling. I promise I'm not going to tell a soul.” Charlene stifled the urge to laugh. She noticed that Henrietta was trying not to break down but her voice was about to fail her. “Pay me? That's ludicrous.”

Both men laughed, and Chris said, “I was telling you my story, so fucking keep quiet and let me finish the story of me and my evil wife.” “Evil wife?” They were both laughing and remarked in unison, “Primadonna and evil, they actually match.” They burst out into fits of laughter. “I married her after three months of fucking; as I said, it must have been the pussy. Guess what? She told me she was pregnant, and I decided to introduce her to my family. Only to find out that she was my brother’s woman. I thought she was all that, but she fucked my useless brother.”

That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia. 'Bastard! I've never done those terrible things! I've never slept with anyone other than Hayden, my husband! But why is my baby have not the royal family’s blood? Crazy… this is all crazy… this world really just sided with the plot of that damn novel! My ten years of hard work so that I don't have the same fate as the villainess Fuschia in the novel, turns out to be in vain.' Fuschia sobbed as the guards pushed her roughly into the narrow old wooden wagon while clutching her baby tightly.

"As long as you won't make me wet, all your pending work will have to be done before the day ends." Ajax's eyebrows shut. It is when I rolled my eyes and went to the side where I saw the picture of him along with the woman. Thinking that it was his girlfriend made me gulp and nervous. Eyeing the woman made Ajax look at me and at the same time, follow the location I was looking at. "W-Who is she?" I asked whilst looking up at him. "Is she your girlfriend or a special person to you?" He took a deep breath and spoke. "She's my wife. Ex-wife rather. We only married for business and she's already dead. No need for you to feel nervous, Livia."

Ajax laughed at Xenia who crossed her hands in front of her chest to save her modesty. She shouted at them," What's the meaning of all these? Who are you? Why did you kidnap Dimitri?" She was scared shitless from the inside but she knew that she has to act like she doesn't know Ajax. She has prepared herself to face Ajax. Hearing her questions Ajax gave her an amusing look. Taking predatory steps he stood in front of her towering over her small frame. Xenia stepped backwards feeling his heated glare on her. " I am Ajax Hernandez's wife. I have known him for the last 5/6 years......." Ajax reminded her of those words that she announced in front of everyone. Sarcasm was clearly audible in his

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

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.

Their eyes scanned me, amused, like they’d seen this kind of foolish bravery before. “Big mouth,” one muttered. “Na your babe or wetin?” the other asked. I looked him straight in the eye. “She’s my wife.” They didn’t smile. But something in their posture shifted. “Wait here,” the first one said, disappearing inside. I did. The warehouse stank of oil and damp wood. Crates were stacked high, some marked with gun symbols, others with numbers. For a moment, I was all alone and it was really quiet.

My fingertips went cold as I moved toward the sound, step by step. Through the ajar door, I saw the man who had promised me a "complete family" pressing a young kitchen assistant against the countertop. The woman was wearing nothing but a thin lace apron. "Madam!" The woman spotted me and let out a sharp gasp. Vincent finally turned his head. The intoxication on his face froze instantly, turning as white as a sheet. "Isabella!" He scrambled to push the girl away—his shirt buttons weren't even done up—as he stumbled toward me. "Let me explain, don't get upset..."

Summary: I thought I was playing cards with our new neighbors. Instead, I watched my wife strip for three Black cocks and it was only the beginning. •••• Gareth's Pov~ I had no idea that my wife’s biggest fantasy was to get fucked by dark-skinned men until we moved into a new neighborhood. For years I thought Marina and I had a solid marriage. I thought I knew every corner of her body, every secret in her head, every desire in her heart.