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she asked "Yes..age is just a number right?" "Right.." "As far my partner is not maltreating me..I'm okay right?" "Right" "Are you happy about this?" "Sure.." "And you sure we won't have a problem.." "Quit being rude" "I won't.." "Then you guys are fine" "Thanks Bestie"I hugged her "I love you too Vee" .. I had always imagined to have the best love story. Not until Mum and Dad got me married to Barry. I was angry and depressed. I was 17 and I was married to a 26½ grown man.(my brother's best friend) I had never wished my life was like that

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Well, why not give it a try? On a sudden impulse, I traced my fingertips lightly over Orlando’s hand, moving with such gentle caresses that I could see his reaction—his eyes widening in disbelief. “This is how you pay for your wife’s mistakes,” I whispered, flashing a sly, teasing smile. “That accident cost me dearly.” “What do you mean, Miss?” he asked. My smile deepened, more provocative than before. “I demand compensation.” I stepped closer without hesitation. My fingertips lingered on his hand, and he didn’t pull away. So, he didn’t mind, huh? Typical hypocrite! Can’t resist a beautiful woman, can you?

Initially, I wasn't paying much attention, but then one of the trainers casually dropped a line that made me freeze in place. "Mark, was that woman as good as you said?" "Of course! She was wild! She invited me to her place on her wedding anniversary, but I almost got caught by her husband!" "Ha! You'd better be careful; don't get yourself killed!" "Please! I was hanging out the window, and he didn't even notice! Want to know how it ended? She kicked him to the couch, and I spent the night making love to her in the bedroom, and I only left in the morning!"

she asked, her voice filled with a hint of nervousness. Adrian's laughter subsided, and he looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes his hand moved to wrap his hand around her slender waist. “Come to think of it wifey, it's our wedding night today, How about getting a little heated up?” he suggested, his voice laced with desires and playfulness. Hands on his muscular chest she could feel his heart beat, and his strong arm seems to be holding on tightly on her waist. “Alright, we'll just share the bed.”

It infuriates me whenever he calls me by that endearment. But I. Am. No. Longer. His. Wife. I wanted to shout it at him right then and there. His face was only inches away from mine, but my nervousness vanished as he drew closer. It was replaced by irritation. Every time he called me wife, it made my blood boil. If it were in the past and he had called me by that endearment, I might have happily succumbed to his charms, eagerly waiting for the next sweet moment. I might have fallen for his manipulative gestures.

Lillian’s games had escalated. She whispered rumors, planted subtle lies, and manipulated every situation to make Elara look incompetent, or even jealous. When Adrian was away, Lillian acted high and mighty, pressing Elara into uncomfortable positions. She twisted words, pretending to be offended or humiliated, making Adrian angrier with his wife. It didn’t take long for whispers to spread. Social circles, the hospital staff, even social media picked up the tension. People began talking: The Wolfe heir humiliates his wife. Divorce rumors swirl.

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” “I know exactly what I’m saying.” He reached for me, his hand closing around my wrist. “Come here.” I tried to pull away. His grip tightened. “Jason, let go.” “Why?” He pulled me closer. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, thick and sour. “Why won’t you let me touch you? You’re my wife.” “You don’t want to touch me. Go and touch her instead." His eyes narrowed. “Her?” “Your freaking mistress.Get out of my room.”

Especially Jake and Tyler. They were the closest to my brother. They were also the ones who gave me wet dreams. I noticed the way their gazes lingered on my legs whenever I wore shorts, the way they intentionally brushed past me whenever we passed each other in the kitchen. The tension was electric and I didn't know what to do with all that without seeming desperate. So like the normal person I was, I found solace in watching p**n. It was my guilty pleasure that no one knew about. And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked.

My cheeks had turned red and I wished I had just kept quiet. “Seduce you? Oh my fucking goodness, do you even know what the word wife means to me? It means someone more like a prison manager, a great burden that brings nothing but anger, sadness, and trouble, someone so unimportant and dumb. And yes, don't get any wrong ideas wifey, the only reason I'm talking to you is because I want you to get the fuck out of that bed now.” His eyes were dark, it was as if he was possessed. My eyes kept following his movements around the room till he left again.