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That future she will gradually have to face. Kelvin is not a man of endurance, someone a woman can plan for life with. He does not condone any contact. She said in a low voice, "If I choose to be your mistress, what will happen next?" Finally he looked up, and his dark blue eyes looked at her quizzically, "I'll hire a new secretary then," he said bluntly, "And don't expect me to propose marriage, I won't. So, under any circumstances.” She took a deep breath. He stated it more clearly than anything. The fiery attraction of the body that had overtaken them the night before would never be stronger, at least to him. He would never allow it.

She said and Sighed. “ Look here girl, I never forced you to take the money like you said yesterday” He said and she Chuckled. “ Are you kidding me? Have you forgotten what you said to me that night? You knew that My Mum Was sick and needed an urgent operation, You offered me a huge sum of Money and Forced me to it.” She pointed to her chest. “ Yes I did forced you. You know what? It’s Over between us, I can’t marry someone who can’t keep a secret” he sad and Mary burst in to Laughter. “ Oh Really? I’m so relieved. I Can’t Even be the girlfriend of a Man In Prison. You will surely reap what you sow. I know all of your secrets, From leaking the Boss's Secrets to his Uncles and all other thing

His biggest rival’s wife. “Vanessa,” he said, voice deep and cautious. “This is unexpected. What can I do for you?” I walked slowly toward his desk, hips swaying. “My husband has been fucking his secretary for months. I know you two hate each other. So I thought… maybe we could help each other out.” Derrick leaned back in his chair, studying me. “And how exactly do you want me to help?” I stopped right in front of him, then turned around and bent over his desk, pulling my dress up over my ass. I wasn’t wearing panties.

"Second, you're in the basement of the casino Manoban." "B-boss." "Yes, I'm your boss, the CEO and I am..." I paused as I tilted my head on the side and smiled at her venomously. "Naomi's boyfriend." _________

Her husband was a top executive at the Patterson Company, and although this man who held her was handsome, he was nothing compared to her husband on the social ladder. He, her husband, could and would be the downfall of all of these people, and thinking this way made her more fierce. "you let me go, right now! And I'll tell you this, my husband is here, and he works as a top executive in the Patterson company, a much better man than you could ever be, and I swear he'll be your ruin."

I blinked rapidly, reading quickly from the paper and back at them. “You'll…” “It's simple, Rebecca. You will be our sex slave. It's not stated there because the paper could get into wrong hands” my boss cut in, calmly. I looked to his wife, her tongue wetting her bottom lip as she looked at me intensely making me swallow hard, my eyes widening before glancing to back at my boss. This wasn't a joke… right? I had forgotten how to breath. ‘A sex slave?’ ‘These things were real?’ My thoughts must have reflected on my face because my boss cleared his throat, throwing his head back to look at his wife who nodded at him in silent communication.

The first step to finding out if your husband is cheating and has a mistress is to keep tabs on him. So, every morning, I’ve been waking up, dressing in secret and pretending to be asleep all before my husband gets ready and leaves for work. Then I follow him in a rental vehicle that I never park at home and watch him secretly from outside his company building. For the last two days, I haven’t witnessed anything out of the ordinary. He simply worked until it was time to leave for the day but today seemed to be a little different.

My being married to Ignacio had to remain a secret to both Cullen and Drew. I was a Secret Wife.

I head to my room and she followed me. "Well, yes I did" I answered and she squealed behind me. "I can't believe you two are a thing now, right?" She asked. Well, according to the contract. We are. For now, I needed to use him to make my parents not send me a husband or arrange any relationship for me. "Yes" I answered and she squealed again. She was the one getting happy on my behalf. "I'm also guessing it's a secret. If everyone knows about your relationship with him, the whole company would turn upside down" she said and I totally agreed with that. It's a fucking secret that no one must know.

I don't answer him, just stare at his pissed off expression in the mirror while I struggle with my hair. He's been pestering me so much lately about my decision of keeping our marriage a secret. I find it kinda cute that the great billionaire is also a petty fellow. "Can we just take our clothes off and get back to bed?* He asks and this time I burst out laughing. “You're doing business with the Ashords, Mr Moretti. You should go." I place the last hairpin holding the bun in place before turning around. " Besides, I'm still your wife whether or not others know it.”