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Now. “Michael,” I said, my voice coming out steadier than I felt. I forced a small, tight smile and gestured to Andrew. “This is Andrew Price. He’s my lead partner on the Henderson merger. One of the people who helped me get this far.” I turned to Andrew, whose polite expression was starting to look strained. “Andrew, this is my husband, Michael Sotheby.” The word ‘husband’ did something to Michael. I saw it—a slight, almost imperceptible loosening in his shoulders. A flicker of something possessive and satisfied in his gaze as it swept over Andrew. He likes the claim. The public stamp.

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Even so, I will never forget how he helped me at the bar. "Where's your husband? Didn't he accompany you again?" I looked at him without any emotion. "He's just going to the restroom, Dylan." "Ah! It's good that he's with you now. I thought he'd choose the—" "Can I ask you, Mr. Rios..." I adjusted my seat so that I could face him better. "Do you have a grudge against my husband?" He raised his eyebrows. "I know the truth, you're connected with Nexus Venture. So, tell me the truth, Mr. Rios, are you planning something against my husband?" I was fed up when he brought his face closer to mine.

I shook my head and replied, "Neither of us won. I lost my mother, and you've lost everything. However, I still have money. Anthony, you brought this all on yourself. Still, how dare you? How dare you enjoy my family's support while treating us like enemies? What did my mom ever do to deserve this? "You could have refused if you didn't want to marry me, yet you wanted my family's wealth. When you thought you had secured your footing, you felt trapped in a loveless marriage and thought you were tainted by it. Did you ever stop to think that I didn't force you in the first place? If you said you didn't like me, my mother wouldn't have torn you away from your true love either! I don't regret di

NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> "I've been reading this book," Jennifer says to her husband as they're lying in bed, her hand roaming down his stomach, "and it suggests some ways to overcome our little problem." Their little problem, as she puts it, is that Chuck can no longer sustain an erection with her. He's not impotent, his secretary can attest to that, but with his wife he either doesn't get it up at all or loses it halfway through.

" I was so furious I nearly rolled my eyes. He wanted to know what donating sperm felt like? What kind of idiotic excuse was that? I took a deep breath and forced down the urge to deal with his stupidity right there and then. At that moment, all I wanted was peace and quiet. "I don't care what your reason was. Deal with this immediately and get them out of my sight." Ryan nodded and was just about to speak when the two women instantly put on pitiful expressions and began their performance. "Ryan, you can't send us away." Martha burst into tears. "We're just country girls. Our family's poor, and life hasn't been easy. "To come to the city, we even sold the dozen chickens we kept back home. Th

I kept my voice low. "No matter what you say, I'm the one he's legally married to. You'll always be the other woman, and your son will grow up without a father." She opened her mouth to fire back, but her phone rang. She turned the screen toward me. The caller ID read, "Hubby." Then she tapped it on speaker mode. Miles's voice came through, easy and familiar. "Hey, honey, are you home yet? Hector says he's hungry." Phoebe glanced at me, slow and deliberate, then spoke into the phone.

The suitcase—bought new for their honeymoon, still faintly dusty from disuse—gaped open like a wound. She filled it only with what she had brought: a few books, the pearl earrings her mother left her, the silk nightgown he had once torn off her without looking at the color. The study smelled of his Cuban cigars and betrayal. There, in the top drawer where he kept his whiskey and condoms, lay the divorce papers. Prepared before they got married. A contingency plan for Marina's inevitable return. Lily signed without trembling. The pen glided smoothly as the knife he had slid between her ribs for half a decade.

The truth, raw and unadorned, spilled from William Jackson's lips. Cathleen's grasp tightened around her cup, its warmth a stark contrast to the chill that settled in her bones. Xavier Knight—cold, ruthless, dominant—was now her husband, a man who lived shrouded in shadows, his disdain for love as palpable as the ring on her finger. A marriage that was born not of passion or tenderness but of strategic retreats and familial chess moves.

My body runs cold, but my palms get sweaty, and I swallow hard, then clear my throat in nervousness. “Sure. Small talk won’t help, I guess. Here.” He slides a brown A4 envelope my way, and I take it with fumbling fingers and shaking hands. Turning it over and seeing nothing written, I hesitate to open it. My blood runs icier, and I close my eyes and take a heavy breath before opening one end. “It’s as you suspected. Your husband and this woman have met a few times over the last couple of weeks. Usually late in the evening. It seems to be for romantic dates.”