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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!"

Back then, to butter her up and gain her trust, Liam had shown her a model of that safe deposit box, claiming he was storing her retirement fund there. My mother might have been unstable at the time, but she had always been especially sharp with numbers. Liam probably never dreamed that the random password he had set would stick in a crazy old woman's mind. "I need to see my mom," I said. Scarlett looked troubled. "She's being held at a nursing home under Liam's control with round-the-clock guards. Seeing her will be nearly impossible." I stood up and walked to the window, looking at the city lights in the distance. "Then, we'll make the impossible possible."

"Did you think that you failed to qualify as the wife of the head of The Falcons only because you're naturally weak? "Truth be told, I was the one who made it such that you failed to qualify. Your hands shook, and you missed your targets during each physical training because I drugged you." "I made you weak, dull-witted, and vulnerable… All because I wanted Zachary to feel like you weren't good enough to him or worthy to be called the wife of their family's mafia boss." She patted my face gently as her eyes twinkled with glee. "It's such a pity that he still married you even though you're so weak that you failed their qualification tests three years in a row. That was really a surprise."

Today, we would get married with my mother watching, my daughter dancing, and my wife knowing that our love story was strong enough to survive any truth. Even the ones that took thirty years to tell.

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

My life felt biter at this moment. “When Indiyah and I were having problems… you remember?” Ace asked. I definitely did. Ace and his cuckoo wife were fighting nonstop. Truth be told, I had no idea how they made it this far. Indiyah was batshit crazy. I mean, crazy as in she once set fire to his car.

The man was rarely home, leaving his gorgeous wife alone in this big house. The diagnostic finished. Elias clicked through the folders to clear some junk files and free up space. That’s when he saw the folder named “Private – Do Not Open.” His cursor hovered. He knew he shouldn’t. But curiosity won. He double-clicked. Dozens of video files and image folders spilled across the screen. Hentai thumbnails loaded instantly. Busty older women getting absolutely destroyed by younger hotter guys with massive cocks. Breeding captions. “Step-Mom Gets Knocked Up.” Rough throat-fucking. Anal creampies. One paused video showed a woman who looked eerily similar to Rebecca on her knees, face covered in cum

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Natalia pointed at him with hot tears streaming down her face. “I’m not going to deny that as I never wanted a child. And what I did was for our good, you spoilt brat. Was that all you heard? You have been fucking someone else right? That is why you are refusing my advances, right? I’m sure that he fucks like a woman, giving you gentle, vanilla sex, you fucking whore! I will—” Natalia cut him in with a slap. “Do not ever call me names like that Noah. You and I know that I have never dishonoured our marriage, you are the only person who has done that.” Natalia yelled.

“You’ve… done this before?” His laugh was low and filthy, his eyes darkening as they held hers. “Since I was seventeen. Older women are my thing. Married ones especially. They’re always so pent up, so grateful when you give them what their husbands won’t. They come harder, beg louder, do things they’d never admit to in the daylight.”