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“You kidnapped someone.” Compared to me, this man was quick to anger. Everything he wanted, he had to have. “She is my wife.” A truly fucking sentence I hated. He always said Cassandra was his wife, never thinking whether he actually deserved her. “Are you trying to pressure Cassandra into putting me in jail?” I snorted. “You have a lot of problems to deal with.” I quietly searched for every way to get Cassandra out of that house: looked into her missing-case, and documented the violence he had committed both at home and in business.

Many saw the intimate behavior between the two, and many girls were so jealous they turned green with envy. 'What was going on? Is this woman not content to seduce Harvey? She is even after the president?' 'How many men does she wants around her before she stops?!' Many girls angrily took pictures of this scene and uploaded them to the school forum. Casting aspersions against Nicole aside, they even questioned if Jimmy had uploaded a fake video. 'Nicole clearly has a problematic character!' Many had originally changed their view about Nicole after watching Jimmy's video, yet when they saw this set of photos, they immediately lit up like a powder keg.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

For the first time, I began to wonder why I didn't search him up before I got married to him. …Before I even accepted his diamond ring. I did a deep research, ignoring the other parts of his business profile. The only thing I could find was a tabloid of pictures. Him on different yachts, galas and a rotating gallery of beautiful women on his arm. They were all beautiful. It felt like they took turns to have the billionaire CEO. They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did.

he said and he immediately revealed the pictures of the girl that we are both looking for - that fcking whore who is behind the abduction of Shin Alexandra. And the next thing that I heard from Jack literally made me pissed off and I once again expressed my anger by slamming my hand on the table. “[The thing is, I just want to inform you that we already have her in custody]” “Giver her to me Jack, she is mine to torture and not yours. That woman did something unacceptable” that is what I said and Jack then smiled and I thought that he will hear my damn request of giving the whore to me when suddenly he spoke.

While she was shopping with a group of friends, a fake message sent these photos along with a text message. "Your husband is having an affair with a woman at the Star Hotel. It's best to call in a bunch of reporters to take pictures. Of course, if you're not afraid of being embarrassed in front of people, then do it. If you don't, the person who is most pleased is that whore. "

he had pics of her on the screen. “I asked her permission to show you these pics. This is my wife Marnie, she has a high sex drive. She looks good in anything. This is her last time we went to dinner. And this is her when we arrived home in just her sexy black lingerie. And this is her naked. Look at that beautiful big ass and hips. And this is her front on. Nice tits as well. Look at the way I shaved her before we went to dinner. “Would you like to meet Marnie? Does Friday night work for you? Do you have any male g-strings or sexy black jock straps you can wear for us, for Marnie and me?”

His name trending—not for a deal closed or a partnership secured, but for the scandal unraveling in public view. He scrolled absently, each buzz a reminder of the fallout. Of what he’d built—then burned. And still… Not one message from the only two people who had once made all of it mean something. Articles spreading like wildfire. Tweets, Reddit threads, F******k reels—all speculating about the marketing tycoon with two wives. With two lives. One post showed a photo of Andrea and Celina, side by side, their faces juxtaposed under the title: Which One Is the Real Mrs. Reyes?

“You’re afraid of becoming like them?” Adele nodded. He fell silent briefly before finally saying— “The difference is simple.” “What difference?” “They destroy people for themselves.” Sebastian’s gaze locked onto hers. “You’re destroying them to take your life back.” The words left Adele silent for a long time. And strangely enough… she began to believe them. Several weeks passed. Vanessa’s pregnancy became more visible, and news about the future heir of the Ashcroft family appeared more frequently throughout London’s business media. Meanwhile, Adele gradually became known within New York’s social circles as a wealthy young woman named Adele Laurent.

I think we were both becoming boring. I started watching p**n on the nights that my husband was out of town, after putting the baby to sleep. I watched every type of p**n I could find, but my favorites were wives getting knocked up by strangers. I also found erotic story websites and couldn't keep out of the slut and hot wife sections. I found that after living the life that these stories portrayed, I would get very wet and have to go to my room and take care of myself. After a while, the videos began occupying my dreams. One morning I woke up after a crazy sexy dream and texted my husband.