Flash Wife 소설 & 이야기

“What can I say—love came fast this time. I’ll go get Ruby…” Then he turned, waving at a nearby guest. “Go find Ruby. Her family just arrived.” Shane led them further into the hall, and instantly, the surrounding guests began murmuring again. “Is that Louis Walker? He’s known for avoiding these kinds of events. How is he suddenly cozy with someone like Shane Sung?” “Seriously? You haven’t heard? Louis had a flash wedding with Adora Matthews. Look at who the bride-to-be is tonight—he and Shane are practically best buddies now!”

I replied, flashing her my signature smile. Silence settled in. “Did you happen to get married to a rich old man who died, leaving you with all his wealth?” Vivian spoke, breaking the silence. This was the first word she had uttered, and she sounded so pathetic. “Vivian,” Ryan cautioned, his voice barely above a whisper. “You are thinking the same; might as well just let it out,” she replied with an eye roll. I could see her eyes twitching, her plump lips about to burst out in flames.

He propped himself on his elbows, sweat dripping down his chest. “What the fuck are you doing here, Zara?” Pure disgust. Like I was trash he tracked in. The woman kissed his forehead. He let her. “How could you?” I whispered. My legs locked. I couldn’t run. Couldn’t breathe. “Get out,” Wilson snapped. “Close the door. Unless you wanna watch? Is that it? Wanna see how a real woman does it?” He smirked and thrust up. Grabbed her hair, flipped her on all fours, and slammed into her from behind.

… A message from Vince lit up my phone: [I'm at the negotiation site, Isabella. As if desperate to prove himself, he even sent a photo of him supposedly mid-negotiation—right around the time he was standing at the altar with Sophia. I knew the photo was fake, because I was watching the wedding live. The livestream was a video call, courtesy of Sophia. The wedding was held in a basement, probably to keep it hidden from me. Vince stood at the altar in a groom's suit, the bloodstain on his left chest already soaking through the jacket.

"I'm going to get all my money back. My parents will also be filing a lawsuit against you for fraud. You brought all of this on yourself, Marcus." I smiled lightly before I turned to look at Victoria. "Take good care of yourself. You won't be able to hog a space for yourself and stay in the hospital without paying a single cent for five years in the future." Victoria pinned me with a steely look, but she was helpless to do anything to me. Lastly, I looked at the woman, who was holding her child. I had already investigated her. The woman was Megan Walsh, Marcus' childhood sweetheart from his hometown. She ended up working as a receptionist at my parents' company, thanks to her looks and her c

“Take it all, you little slut.” Jade gasped, eyes glassy. “More… I need it. Fuck my holes. Use me.” She wasn’t fighting anymore. She was lost in it, body shaking through another orgasm while they laughed and cheered. I was so wet it was running down my legs. Zane sucked my clit hard and I had to cover my mouth. “Right there…yes, eat my pussy while they turn her into the group cum dump.” The sight was filthy and perfect. My father—Senator Briggs—fucking her throat while Mr. Calloway took her from behind. “Good girl,” my father grunted. “Swallow every drop.”

"God, you scared me. I thought... I thought I was alone. But despite it all, I think we were being paranoid. It is actually Misha Kingston. I saw her today. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps dead people’s hair can change color. Perhaps she just looks like her. I'm sure there's something to explain what we dug up. At least, Valentina is safe in the ground." Lilith stepped into the light, and Kennedy flinched at the coldness in her gaze. "No, Kennedy. That is Valentina. I saw her today. Misha Kingston, or whatever she calls herself now, is our dead wife." Kennedy groaned, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Lilith, please. Rather than worrying about Misha Kingston, I’d rather worry about the fact t

Elena's POV The flashlights swept across the yard. Five wives stood there — Sarah at the front, eyes wide with shock and fury. My husband David was still half-hard beside me, cum dripping from my ass onto the blanket. I didn’t close my legs. I stayed spread wide, fingers lazily pushing the mixed loads deeper into my pussy, letting them all see exactly what I had collected. Sarah’s voice cracked. “Elena… you fucking whore.” I smiled, slow and shameless, circling my swollen clit right in front of them. “Jealous? Your husbands filled me so good tonight.”

Revenge. FLASHBACK ends... * * *

“Lucy leave. Now.” A dark shiver danced about my spine and I suddenly had a bad feeling about this. Moving into a more comfortable position, still recording but this time without the grin on my face I watched as Lucy approached him, desperately trying to make him see grace, “Justin...” she called trailing off, hey eyes sincere, “I love you, I’ve never stopped.” I couldn’t help the eye roll that followed after this blatant confession. The guy had 200 million followers on I*******m. That’s more than 150 million girls and 50 million gay guys who could say the exact same words.