Sex Slave Wife Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"What do you mean?" "I mean Kyle's been lying to me for four years. Thomas has been lying to me for four years. You and Morton got divorced because of secrets about Kyle. Victoria's abusing her daughter and no one will do anything about it. Catherine's dead and I never got to say goodbye. And my children are asking questions I can't answer because everyone around me thinks I'm too fragile to handle the truth." The words tumbled out like water from a broken dam. "I'm thirty years old, Scarlett. I have a successful business. I've survived an abusive marriage, a miscarriage, attempted murder, and single motherhood. I'm not made of glass."

I had been his wife, his equal partner, and yet I had been framed by the very people who should have trusted me. "Let’s try the Westbrook server again," Elias said, his voice suddenly decisive. "We might be able to find something hidden there." The idea of breaking into the Westbrook system again felt wrong, but I pushed the unease aside. I had no choice. Selene had been manipulating every part of our lives—our marriage, our business, our reputation—and I wouldn’t let her win.

I promise you it will be worth it. And for those of you wondering about Lucas... well, guess what? He will get his own story too. Here’s a little hint, it involves an age gap, and maybe even a little sugar-daddy energy?? But kidding aside, I can’t wait for you to see the man he becomes. So once again, thank you so much for reading The Unwanted Wife. Thank you for crying, hoping, and growing with my characters. Thank you for believing in Lara’s journey, for hating Lucas when he deserved it, and for softening when he finally broke.

“She used to say, some mornings . . . So, they make a fatal decision, arrange a meeting and start a sexual relationship, sneak out, towards the house of the man who calls himself their master. Meanwhile, Richard was sleeping with Doris, she loved to throw him out of her bed right after they had sex, always naked with his clothes torn. She bragged to her friends about what it was like to have a younger man in her bed, when what she didn't know was that one of her friends, who were also businesspeople, told Samir and Hassan, and Selene started to find out when they did. to him. - That takes away my guilt. – The woman said, when she was in their meeting room, when they were having sex, the woma

Years of investigation that showed a plan of lies and assault. "Sophia didn't just ruin our marriage," I said slowly. "She ruined you too." "She ruined our family. Emma grew up without her dad because of what she did." The anger I felt was like nothing before. Not just being mad about the cheating, but being furious about the violation, the destruction of my family, and the years stolen from my daughter. "Mikel, this is... this is sexual assault. It's rape." "I know." His voice was barely there. "I've been seeing a therapist for two years, trying to deal with it. Trying to understand that being a victim doesn't make me weak."

She exclaimed sinking into the sofa. "A baby? How do you know?" "She's with a baby." She repeated strongly. "If you are right I wonder what I'll do with Mr. Bryan." "To hell with all those stories, she's keeping the baby." I sat quietly on the bed and began to ruminate over the way it all started when my wife walked in on me masturbating. And about how we continued with it whenever we felt like and most especially without using condoms. The entrance of my wife inside the room interrupted my thoughts.

He increased his pace and soon she convulsed in silence and fell flat on the grass till she cooled off. "Hmm, this story is quite erotic and visual," she said putting her hands between her legs; holding back and really trying hard not to visualize his story. "What of the other slaves?" "They were not left out; they also had sex with each other, some girls to girls, men to men, two men to a woman and two women to a man; revelling together till the approach of the night". "Please continue" she pleaded to move her legs from touching his angry dick.

Andrews' stomach so hard that it forced a wail of pain that came out as a gasp. “Mr. Price!” one of the couples exclaimed. “Stop it!” “Stand up, you fucker and let me tell you this!” Jacob clasped his collar. “Yes, you're goddamn right! I fucked your wife and she enjoyed it because unlike you, my dick is much bigger than yours! You wanna know what I did to her? I penetrated her so hard that the whole time I heard nothing but her begging and moaning. And you know what's amazing? She insisted without a condom. Your wife is an infidel slut!”

And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break. Emelia curled tighter into the armchair, her body trembling. She thought of her wedding day, of the Reverend’s booming voice as he declared their vows. She thought of the accident that had brought her into this family, and of the man who had rescued her from the ruins of her old life. Now he was asking her to ruin herself in return.

His fingers closed around it, like he had done it before and never been told no in a way that mattered. “Let go,” I said immediately. Instead, he leaned in slightly, voice lowering. “Do you know what I think?” he said, almost conversational. “Women like you just like to get fucked by rich men. That’s why you end up in places like this instead of somewhere respectable.” A flicker of heat rose in my chest, but I kept my expression neutral. “You don’t know anything about me.” “You look like a whore,” he sneered. “Oh, maybe you really wanted to get fucked that’s why you’re arguing with us?”