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The headline screamed at her in bold black letters: Zervas Heiress Caught in Scandal: Sofia Zervas Allegedly Seduced Engaged Businessman William Smith, Leading to Broken Engagement Her stomach twisted as she scrolled. The article was a blend of insinuation and venomous lies—half-truths spun into a story of betrayal and deceit.

After a moment, she called again, "Honey, the washing machine is broken. Can you take a look at it?" When I didn't respond right away, she came in, clearly annoyed. "Marcus Lomas. I've been calling for you. Why are you ignoring me?" My mind was still processing what had happened. I couldn't believe my wife had tried to kill me just to be with another man. Felicia noticed my dazed state and quickly put on a concerned expression, reaching out to feel my forehead. I recoiled from her touch, my body shaking. She didn't seem to mind though and handed me a toolkit and the same black-handled screwdriver from before.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

“You will only embarrass yourself if you do. We're already married after all." "It's just a fake marriage to get Arthur's custody." “But we did a real wedding. You are now my wife." “You damn bastard! Let me go." Blakely struggled once more. She struggled to move from the confines of Nickson's strong limbs. But when she tried to move, Nickson easily reversed their position so that he was now on top of her with his muscular brown body. "I know you're not that innocent. While in New York, how many men have you slept with?”

The blackmailer. Yes, I knew. I knew it was her. I’d suspected for a while, but last night confirmed it. Her robotic words rang through my head again: "My gain is that your wife will finally have freedom... She’ll stop being the virgin wife that she is." That pause. That crack in her silence. It was her. And still... I would never leave her. Let her scream. Let her fight. I would answer every one of those midnight calls. Let her think she was fooling me. If pretending was the only way to keep her tethered to me, so be it.

I was watching Cameron vigorously fúck my wife from behind, and she was making the sounds of pleasure I knew so well. “Hey, guys. Are we late?” came a voice from behind me. I turned to see Malik and Sebastian. They were already stripped down. Malik, our dark-skinned friend, moved over to Vivienne. He lifted her arms and pulled her forward. “Vivienne, have you ever sucked black cóck? Give it a try; some say it’s as sweet as chocolate.”

“You’re nothing. You don’t get to own me. You’ll cry for me.” And she did. Within minutes, she was trembling, begging for more, her moans covered by the music. Jessica stepped in then, reckless and hungry, pressing her mouth to her cousin’s boobs as she sucked them while I drove her over the edge. Together, we broke her down until she cried with pleasure, mascara streaking her face. But the moment snapped when a shadow fell over us. The masked man. He wasn’t alone. Men followed him all dressed in a black suit, strong, faceless, ready. Within seconds, we were tied up, our wrists bound, and our bodies forced together. Jessica’s cousin whimpered, realizing too late what she had stepped into.

That was why I turned him into a werewolf, so we could spend eternity together, both of us immortal. I had someone turn him into a werewolf and faked my death, wanting him to miss me and long for me. I planned to return, and we’d be reunited. But that evil man, Bill, stabbed me with that cursed dagger with a magic stone. My soul was trapped inside, leaving my body in a deep slumber. Thank God Bastian woke me up. The torment I endured there was unbearable. All I want now is to find that dagger and destroy it. But first, I need to get rid of Abigail.

His gaze landed on our intertwined fingers. In an instant, his pupils contracted. "T-That's impossible! She's my wife!" He shifted his gaze toward me and asked frantically, "Did he threaten you, Selena? Tell me! There are so many people here who will stand up for you." The guests started gathering around us in a heartbeat. "Isn't that Mr. Blackwell? He just walked in with another woman. Why is he claiming this young lady as his wife?" "He lied through his teeth just to get ahead, and now he's spewing nonsense again. I can't believe he'd cross Mrs. Lanchester. If I were Mr. Lanchester, I'd bankrupt him!"

She cupped my face and kissed my jaw. "It's okay, Char. I do understand your situation. I'm sailing in the same boat. Our kids need us more but sometimes I only need you in my arms." I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck. "I love you, Sebestian Blackwood." She kissed my lips passionately and straddled me. "Are you seducing me, Mrs. Blackwood?" I raised my brow as my cock was hard again. "What do you think?" She smirked and next moment, I felt her hand wrapping around my cock while her other hand sensually roamed on my chest.