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Cherry had been in her room all day, she had been sulking in the room due to the fake marriage that her parents had arranged for her but she knew that she could not escape the marriage, after all, this had been her destiny all her life. She was getting married to Damien Winston, but definitely not for love. Her parents did not care about her loving him or not too, she had a task to fulfill in the home of Damien Winston, she was to get rid of him one way or the other once she had become his bride.

◇NO POV◇ early in the morning three couples are sleeping peacefully, Don's mobile started ringing, he hurriedly took the mobile and went away to answer the call, because he is not ready to disturb his sleeping princess after speaking in call, he came back to the bed to see his little wife, but she woken and searching for him with sleepy eyes and cute pout don chuckled and kissed on her forehead, she crunched her nose like a kid and sat on his lap while holding him don caressed her hair and said "someone wants to be my wife but here getting pampered like a kid" srinithi bitten on his neck and asked "you loves whatever I do right" don nodded his head while saying "because you're the cutest mir

“You know, there are a lot of servants in our house to serve your meals not the other way around.” I shut my eyes briefly when I heard him speak again, I turned slightly and pointed a finger up at his face. “I don't want this marriage anymore. It's not even considered a marriage. You and I had the pleasure of being a wife and a husband for a day or two but it's all over now—” His eyes flickered dangerously and in the next second, I find myself crashing on his chest. Both of his hands grabbed me by my shoulder and a low gasp left my lips.

My wife, Iris Lockwood, earned 45 thousand dollars a year, yet she was a penny-pincher. Almost all the furniture and appliances in our home were items she had scavenged from local secondhand groups. The genuine leather couch in the living room had edges that were peeling and mottled, but she insisted, "Darling, this is top-grain leather. It originally cost more than six thousand dollars. The previous owner was in a rush to move abroad, so I snagged it for 100 dollars. Once you wipe off the dust, it's practically as good as new!"

She finished her tale. "We swapped and fucked and sucked till we collapsed. We woke up in the morning, straight now. I leaned over and sucked Jack's cock. That got us going for another hour or so. Well, that was the beginning. We graduated, married, moved to the same town, and we've been swapping ever since." My fingers were wet, running up and down mom's soaked slit. She was panting, slowly masturbating me. She was staring at my cock. "What about Lauren?"

My lids slide shut as I suck her folds into my mouth and the delicious taste and smell of pussy overcomes me. “Fuck,” Mr Walter groans at the sight in front of him as his lust amplifies. I’m the one who suffers for it because his thrusts grow merciless. He fucks me like he’s punishing me for giving his wife pleasure while I eat his wife like she’s given me the best present. My body goes light as a feather as I cum again. I cum once more before both Mr Walter and his wife orgasm at the same time. They may claim they hate each other, I think to myself, but their bodies are more in sync than they realize.

Dominic asked, his eyes flickering with suspicion as he gripped my hand. I smiled faintly and lied through my teeth. "I naturally had to do some research on my future husband before the wedding." In my past life, Dominic's erectile dysfunction had been a matter of public record. Vivienne had tried every trick to get his attention without success, so she eventually resorted to sedating him and hiring a private doctor, whose diagnosis confirmed the condition. Dominic had flown into a rage upon waking. He had covered up all news of the incident and had Vivienne committed to a mental institution.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

"Derek—look. She got married. To someone else." On the screen was Megan's social media post from ten that morning. She was in a white blouse, beaming, leaning against a man's shoulder. His face wasn't visible, but both of them held up their marriage certificates. Derek's mouth opened. Nothing came out. His hands started to shake.