When Betray Brings Mr. Right
Outside, the sound of footsteps echoed down the marble hallway, growing closer.
Just then, the faintest sound—a soft click—echoed through the suite, breaking the silence.
The door creaked open, and the unmistakable scent of whiskey filled the air before the man even stumbled inside.
Alysha’s heart skipped a beat. This must be her contract husband, a drunk man.
His entrance was unsteady, his silhouette blurred in the haze of alcohol.
She guided him gently, supporting his weight as he staggered, his strong arms leaning on her shoulders, his gaze warm yet glazed with intoxication. She led him toward the bed, her heart racing with an anticipation she barely understood.
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