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While I didn’t really know my husband, I knew him better than I knew anyone else around us. “I can do that.” He poured a few fingers of liquor into one of the glasses. “Did you decide on the drink?” Inhaling, I walked closer. “Let’s see, I was married yesterday. Today, I was shown my new home, taken to a cartel hideout where I was ambushed—your description. And where my husband was recovering from a stabbing. I learned I might be a target and then discovered someone had broken into our new home and ransacked our bedroom. Oh, and then we flew in a helicopter to a superyacht strategically floating outside of US waters.”

Today, I decided to cook my husband's favorite dish. I always enjoyed pleasing him and taking care of our marriage. I wanted him to know how much I loved him and how happy I was that he married me. We got married right after college, and we had been together for five years. My husband, Jason Davies, a billionaire, was somewhat distant and indifferent to me, but I was fighting every day to win his heart. I thought I was making progress until that fateful day, when everything fell apart.

As soon as we came out of my car, I helped him to get inside the mansion. He can't even walk properly in his drunken state, so, after a debate with myself, I've decided to drop him off towards his room. It will be the very first time for me to go to my husband's room. We've already loved in separate bedrooms as this marriage is nothing but a contract which was destined to end after 19 months. I just don't know what happened to me, but this thought makes my chest squeeze, making me feel so uncomfortable around

Chapter 1: The News AURORA . “Popular tech mogul Bryan Liam was found dead in cold blood in his hotel room in Paris. Police say it might be the result of a botched robbery…” The voice from the television kept going, but those were the only words echoing in my head. That was my husband, Bryan Liam. The man I had been married to for four years. The same man I had escorted to the airport. He was dead. The glass I was holding slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. Everything blurred. I saw flashes of my nanny rushing to grab my son, his piercing cries echoing in my ears, but it was all distant—like my world had paused.

Hannah I thought my life was perfect, and my marriage was happy. Every woman must be happy when they have a good, caring, and handsome husband. And our marriage was blessed with an intelligent and handsome son. I felt proud and blessed to be his mother. Without realizing it, small cracks had appeared in our marriage long ago. One day, an event tickled my intuition as a wife who had been dulled because I thought everything was fine and perfect. Afterward, lie after lie opened my eyes wider until I felt that true love was just a brag and no longer existed in this world.

“Master Vale regrets he couldn’t attend in person. Business overseas.” “He sent a dog. Is this even acceptable?” she murmurs as her eyes rolling. “A beloved companion. Sir Archibald is highly regarded in the family.” “I married a puppy,” she whispered to herself. “This is my life now.” “Your husband will meet you at the manor,” the butler added smoothly. “He requested that your first meeting be... away from eyes. Private.” Aria narrowed her eyes. “Is he a troll? Hideous? Disfigured?”

Myla leaned back in her seat, letting her gaze drift to her husband. He was still gorgeous... nothing about the accident had changed that. If anything, the accident had only made him sharper; he had that cold edge now that amplified the quiet power that men envied. She had even masturbated to the thought of him in that chair, dominating her, commanding her to ride him exactly how he wanted. The man she had married would have done that, but that Hayden didn’t exist anymore. What was left was a cold, closed-off stranger who wouldn’t even look her in the eyes or spend any time with her.

“We are husband and wife. There is no reason to occupy separate rooms.” “Once the riding crop arrives,” he thought. “I must test it tonight. That sheer muslin gown… with her fine figure, it’d be doubly enticing upon her. I want to see it on her.” My hands and feet went numb when I heard his thoughts, which were consumed by such intimate pursuits.

It felt strange, I had almost lost the habit of doing household chores. “You wanna eat pizza?” I suggested.as I took out the phone to order it. “That's what you do when you want to shut me up. By the way, yes,” I smiled at her pouty face. “Looks like your boyfr-, sorry, your husband is spoiling you with his money,” She said mockingly. My fingers froze for a moment at the mention of the man because of all the fuss. He was my husband in the eyes of the public. It was funny, how different reality was. It was tragic. Him and I.

My husband, my monster husband who wanted nothing but revenge and had hated me, was now hugging me. ____ A. Gupta