《Lust Contracts》


 An Ordinary Day

    An Ordinary Day


    ¡°Ahh¡­Adrian¡­¡± I moaned passionate as my hands clutched at his auburn red hair.


    I bit my lower lips to stifle my lewd moans as I spread my legs a little wider while Adrian buried his face


    in between my legs. His skillful tongue and lips continued to pay loving attention to my sopping wet


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    pussy. I felt my nipples hardening as he ran the tip of his hot tongue up and down the length of the wet


    slit in between my legs. He¡¯s turning me on so much. I¡¯m already so wet for him and the ces that he


    had touched, kissed, and licked felt like it was burning on fire.


    My legs felt weak, and my breathing wasbored as I panted and moaned loudly in his office. When I


    visited him at the hospital and met him in his office, we had other ns in mind that did not involve him


    passionately kissing me before lifting me up onto his desk and seducing me like this. His tongue on my


    pussy lips felt amazingly pleasurable and I couldn¡¯t wait for him to give me more pleasure. I whimpered


    his name and Adrian flicked the tip of his tongue on my swollen and sensitive clit before sucking on it


    roughly.


    ¡°Adrian! Ahhh!¡± I cried out his name loudly at the intense sensation of him sucking on the small


    sensitive nub in between my legs.


    His hands tightened their hold on my thighs, keeping them spread widely apart as I sat on his


    worktable. My pussy immediately got wetter at his rough attention. He continued to suck on my hard


    clit, and I continued to whimper at the pleasure. My hand pulling his face closer to my core as I thrusted


    my hips towards his mouth and face.


    ¡°Adrian¡­if we continued¡­we¡¯re going to bete¡­¡± I said breathlessly.


    My mind felt hazy with heat and desire, and it took all the sanity that I had left to remind him of our


    original purpose of meeting today. That¡¯s right, we¡¯re supposed to take his daughter to her friend¡¯s


    birthday party. I¡¯m supposed to meet with him here first before we picked her up from his house to take


    her to the party at her friend¡¯s house.


    ¡°Judging from how wet you are, this shouldn¡¯t take much longer¡­¡± Adrian said from in between my


    legs as he paused his licking and sucking.


    ¡°Ahhh! Not¡­inside¡­¡± I moaned lustfully although it was a little embarrassing.


    Adrian had thrusted his tongue into my pussy hole. The texture of his tongue grinding against my pussy


    walls felt addictively pleasurable. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand as I closed my eyes


    and enjoyed the sensation of his tongue thrusting in and out of my pussy hole as he tongue-fucked my


    cunt. He¡¯s too good at this that it was unfair.


    I couldn¡¯t control my body any longer and my hips began moving wildly, thrusting up and down as my


    pussy worked to suck his tongue deeper into my love hole. Adrian gripped the sides of my hips in his


    strong andrge hands while his mouth sucked on my pussy. Then his tongue wriggled relentlessly


    inside of me.


    If he doesn¡¯t stop, I¡¯m going to reach my climax very soon. The pleasurable ache in between my legs


    and lower abdomen was starting to be unbearable. Adrian thrusted his tongue skillfully against my


    pleasure spots and I clutched at his hair while I lifted my hips, pushing my wet pussy towards his


    mouth. I¡¯m about to cum¡­already¡­


    ¡°I¡­I¡¯m cumming!¡± I screamed so loudly as I forgot about everything else but the pleasure that my lover


    was giving me.


    My mind went nk as my orgasm consumed me. I forgot about everything. Where we were and what


    we were supposed to be doing. Ah¡­I screamed so loudly just now; did someone hear me?


    I felt his tongue sliding slowly out of my love tunnel as I began to recover from my intense orgasm. I


    leaned back on his table, using my arms to support myself so that I could remain in a sitting position.


    That climax felt so crazily wild, and it left my legs feeling weak. I was still trying to catch my breath


    when I felt Adrian¡¯s eyes on my face as he watched my reactions intently from where he was crouching


    down below in between my spread legs.


    ¡°You came so much into my mouth¡­¡± Adrian said, sounding very satisfied.


    Thatment and the way his green eyes twinkled with mischief made me feel slightly shy and I felt


    blood rush to my cheeks a little as I started blushing. He was right, he made me cum so much into his


    mouth. As always, he tasted and ate it all up. I watched as Adrian seductively licked his wet lips as he


    enjoyed my taste.


    ¡°Don¡¯t say things like that¡­¡± I whispered shyly as I looked away from him in embarrassment.


    ¡°You always taste so sweet¡­¡± Adrian said as he got up.


    I felt his fingers on my chin as he held my chin in between his fingertips and turned my head to face


    him once more. His lips were on mine before I could say anything to him. His tongue quickly invaded


    my mouth and I gasped a little in shock before moaning into his hot and wet kiss. He¡¯s making me taste


    my own love juices. His tongue grinded along with mine as it danced wildly in the depths of my mouth.


    The musky smell and slightly sweet taste of my own release filled my mouth and my senses as he


    continued to kiss me.


    I sighed as I rxed and concentrated on enjoying his passionate and deep kiss. When he broke our


    kiss, my mind was in a daze once more. Adrian chuckled a little at the sight of my dreamy face as our


    lips parted. I opened my eyes to find his enchanting green eyes staring at me and I smiled sweetly at


    him.


    My name is Elena and at a young but no-longer-green age of 25, I¡¯m a widow sh divorcee with three


    rich and famous contract husbands.


    --To be continued¡­

 Contract Wife

    Contract Wife


    ¡°Shall we head out now?¡± Adrian suggested.


    Oh¡­that¡¯s right. Millie is waiting for us!


    My eyes widened at the realization. My shocked expression must have been clear since Adrian started


    waist down to its original position.


    Wait¡­where are my panties?


    Although my skirt was arranged to its normal position now, I didn¡¯t have my panties on anymore. If I


    recalled correctly, Adrian had removed them before he started touching and licking my pussy. Where is


    it now?


    ¡°Looking for this?¡± Adrian asked teasingly as he held up my hot pinkce panties.


    ¡°¡­Yes¡± I replied as I reached out towards my panties.


    Just as my hand was about to reach its target, Adrian pulled my panties away from me. I looked at him


    with confusion at what he was doing. Now isn¡¯t the time to y these games...


    ¡°Hand it over¡­¡± I said as I pouted at him.


    ¡°They¡¯re dirty so I¡¯m going to trash them¡­¡± Adrian stated matter-of-factly.


    Huh? Then what the hell am I supposed to wear?


    ¡°Don¡¯t do that. What am I supposed to wear then?¡± I asked as I tried to grab the panties from his hand.


    ¡°You don¡¯t need to wear anything. You¡¯ll be fine¡­¡± Adrian said as he chuckled yfully.


    So, he says¡­


    ¡°No!¡± I eximed loudly as Adrian threw my panties into the bin.


    Is he serious!?


    ¡°Adrian!¡± I cried out his name, shocked at his action.


    ¡°We should head out now¡­we¡¯re running prettyte. Traffic could be bad too, you know¡­¡± Adrian said


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    as his green eyes twinkled evilly at me.


    He¡¯s such a tease¡­


    With hisrge hands on my back, he carefully ushered me out of his office. I don¡¯t know whether I was


    feeling overly conscious about it or not, but it felt very cold there when I didn¡¯t have my panties on. Am I


    just imagining this or what? Because of the tall, super handsome and very talented doctor next to me, I


    am now walking through the hospital at his side without any panties on.


    ¡°Doctor Adrian, are you leaving for the day?¡± a beautiful nurse greeted him as he walked past.


    ¡°Yes, thank you for your continuous dedicated to our hospital,¡± Adrian replied smoothly as he smiled


    professionally at her.


    ¡°Thank you so much for your support the other day, Sir,¡± a doctor said as he bowed a little to show his


    respect to Adrian.


    ¡°No worries. I look forward to working more with you in the future too,¡± Adrian replied wlessly.


    The doctor smiled back brightly as if he had just seen an angel descend down from the heavens. While


    Adrian exchanged conversation with the various people, I stood next to him with my most beautiful


    smile on my lips and acted the role of his wonderful and supportive girlfriend.


    He¡¯s too good at this that it made me feel out of ce to be at his side. It¡¯s been a few months now


    since we¡¯ve made our ¡®fake¡¯ rtionship public. Everyone in the hospital now knows that we¡¯re dating


    ¡®with the intention of getting married in the near future¡¯. Well, that¡¯s the story that we gave them


    anyways.


    Finally, we managed to make it out of the hospital and to his car. That felt like it took half an eternity


    instead of around 15 minutes. Adrian, being the heir to taking over this hospital as well as the other


    hospitals in the hospital chain that is owned by his family, was extremely popr among the


    management and the staff. His genius skills as a doctor as well as his sharp management skills made


    him truly revered by his colleagues. That and probably the fact that he¡¯s so good looking and


    charmingly perfect as well.


    In my normal life, I wouldn¡¯t have dreamed that a guy like him would be dating me. Truthfully, someone


    like him probably wouldn¡¯t pay me any attention in the first ce. However, by some twist of fate, we


    are now in a formal rtionship. Formal in the strict sense of the word. Our rtionship is bounded by


    a contract. I¡¯m his contract girlfriend and soon-to-be contract wife and he¡¯s one of my contract


    husbands.


    ¡­


    ¡°You¡¯re doing this on purpose, aren¡¯t you?¡± I asked usingly as I sat in the passenger seat of his car.


    ¡°I¡¯ve gotpletely no idea what you¡¯re talking about¡­¡± Adrian replied before he smirked without


    looking at me.


    ¡°We¡¯re taking your daughter to her friend¡¯s birthday party¡­¡± I reminded him.


    ¡°It should be good fun,¡± Adrian replied casually.


    I rolled my eyes before deciding to look out at the scenery that was passing by outside of the car¡¯s


    window. Adrian was in a great mood as he started humming along to the song ying on the radio.


    When I first started dating him as part of my job, I never thought that he would turn out to be such a


    pervert. I mean, what would you call a guy who would make you go to a children¡¯s birthday party


    without panties on underneath your skirt?


    Fortunately, traffic wasn¡¯t so bad, and we managed to arrive at his mansion at little earlier than I had


    thought which meant that we were roughly on time. A little 5-year-old girl was waiting for us anxiously


    with her nanny in the living room.


    ¡°Daddy!¡± the girl cried out excitedly when she spotted her father walk in.


    Immediately, the girl got up from the sofa and ran towards Adrian. I watched as Adrian crouched down


    and opened his arms to wee her. The girl ran into his arms and hugged him tightly. It was a loving


    sight that always brought a tender smile to my lips. This girl is Millie, and she is Adrian¡¯s only daughter.


    Long wavy dark brown hair, matching chocte-colored eyes, and a cute round face. Surprisingly,


    Millie did not resemble Adrian at all. She must take after her mother. Of course, I didn¡¯t know what


    Adrian¡¯s ex-wife looked like and I didn¡¯t know anything about her either. Adrian didn¡¯t tell me anything


    about her and I didn¡¯t dare to ask. As always, Millie was dressed like a little princess and was carrying


    her favorite pastel pink rabbit plush toy. She was a really cute little girl and a smart one too.


    --To be continued¡­

 The Perfect Girlfriend

    The Perfect Girlfriend


    ¡°Hi! Elena¡­¡± she greeted me before smiling sweetly my way.


    ¡°Hi, Millie. Looking forward to the party?¡± I asked as I smiled back at her.


    She¡¯s such a cute girl, really. It took quite a while for her to warm up to me ande to terms with the


    fact that I¡¯m dating her father. Now, I could proudly say that we are on very friendly terms.


    ¡°Yes! Let¡¯s go!¡± Millie cried out cheerfully.


    ¡°Right. Let¡¯s go!¡± I also cried out excitedly as I mimicked her cheerful pose.


    Adrian took her hand and together the three of us walked to the car. The nanny helped put her


    backpack in the bag seat of the car along with Millie while Adrian and I rode in the front seats. At times


    like these, I couldn¡¯t help but feel like we really were a family. Millie chatted away about some toys that


    she yed with and what was happening at school with her friends.


    Adrian made appropriatements here and there while I listened to their conversation. I felt a small


    tug on my hand and realized that Adrian had started holding my hand in his. His hand around mine was


    warm and I couldn¡¯t help but smile a little at him. The tender touch of his hand and the family-like


    atmosphere in the car reminded me that once, I too, had a family like this.


    It was a short drive to Millie¡¯s friend house where the party was taking ce. My job for today was to


    act as Adrian¡¯s girlfriend and Millie¡¯s new mother. From what I¡¯ve been told, Adrian and Millie¡¯s mother


    divorced when she was just a baby. From then on, Adrian had been raising Millie as a single father.


    Now that Millie is growing up and socializing more with the people around her, Adrian¡¯s family wanted


    him to remarry to find a new mother for Millie and to produce more children. The ssic rich and


    demanding family story.


    If your family isn¡¯t perfect, it was very hard for you to avoid dark gossips in high society. Adrian¡¯s


    divorce from his ex-wife was having many negative repercussions on Millie. Now that she has grown up


    enough to understand a bit of what was going on, she was feeling the negative impacts firsthand such


    as being teased at school for not having a mother. That was where I entered into the picture.


    ¡°We¡¯ve arrived,¡± Adrian said as he got out of the car and opened the door for Millie.


    ¡°Yay!¡± Millie cried out happily beforeughing.


    I offered the girl my hand and she took it while smiling up at me. We led her inside the house where her


    friends were already there ying with some games.


    ¡°Adrian, so happy that you and Millie could make it,¡± a woman with blonde hair and a very beautiful


    smile greeted us at the door.


    This must be one of the hosts for today¡¯s party. The mother of one of Millie¡¯s friends, I quickly took


    mental note. She¡¯s a target for me to impress as Adrian¡¯s girlfriend and Millie¡¯s mother.


    ¡°We¡¯re d to be here. Thanks so much for the invitation. Millie has been excited and looking forward


    to this party,¡± Adrian replied before smiling politely at her.


    Her eyes were immediately on me, and I smiled at her while I waited for Adrian to introduce me. This is


    the first time that he¡¯s introducing me into Millie¡¯s world of acquaintances and failure on my part wasn¡¯t


    an option.


    ¡°This is Elena, she¡¯s my girlfriend,¡± Adrian introduced me with a proud smile before putting an arm


    around my waist.


    ¡°It¡¯s a pleasure to meet you,¡± I said, my voice sweet and dripping with honey.


    ¡°Wow. I didn¡¯t know that Adrian had a girlfriend. I¡¯m Gemma, Isabelle¡¯s mother. You twoe inside,¡±


    Gemma said.


    By this time, Millie had already rushed into the house to join the rest of her friends. We both followed


    Gemma inside of her house. The kids had formed their own group to y games and the parents had


    formed another group to socialize while they waited for their kids to be done. It was a simple and clean


    set up that allowed both age groups to past the time enjoyably.


    ¡°This way,¡± Gemma said as she led Adrian and I to the sofa where the other parents were chatting.


    ¡°I¡¯m Adrian, Millie¡¯s father and this is my girlfriend, Elena. Nice to meet you,¡± Adrian introduced us


    wlessly as I stered on one of my most charming smiles.


    If nothing else, I knew that I was an easy sight on the eyes. It wasmon for people to think that I¡¯m


    nothing more than a beautiful face and that worked in my favor most of the time. Honestly, you have to


    look at least above decent to date billionaires and Adrian was definitely one of them.


    ¡°So, Elena, what do you do?¡± one of the women in the group asked.


    It was one of the mostmon questions that I would get whenever I went out with my clients. The


    way that everyone was looking at me made it clear that they were wondering how I managed to hook


    someone has handsome and rich as Adrian. The fact that he hasn¡¯t been in a rtionship for many


    years probably only added to the mystery.


    ¡°I¡¯m a designer. I own my own line of clothes and essories. I have a degree in business


    management, but I honestly feel more inclined towards design. So,bining my passion for fashion


    and my background in business, I somehow managed tounch my own fashion line,¡± I replied


    wlessly before smiling warmly at my audiences.


    It wasn¡¯t a lie. I did own a smallpany that sells clothes and essories produced based on my


    own original designs. Obviously, thepany was small and couldn¡¯t support my current lifestyle or the


    overwhelming amount of debt that I had on my shoulders. Obviously, these people didn¡¯t need to know


    that.


    ¡°Wow¡­that¡¯s amazing¡­¡± one of the men said as he smiled at me.


    Some men are easy to bewitch and this gentleman here is definitely one of them. They asked me a


    couple of other questions before the conversation finally steered in a different direction. I could feel


    Adrian¡¯s eyes on me as I conversed fluidly with the other parents. Whenever our eyes met, I would


    smile at him to assure him that I was fine and that everything was going ording to n.


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    ¡°Why don¡¯t we all head out to the garden for some drinks? I¡¯ve already prepared everything outside,¡±


    Gemma suggested energetically.


    ¡°That¡¯s a great idea,¡± another parent said.


    ¡°Yeah¡­let¡¯s do that,¡± another woman readily agreed.


    ¡°We should have enough nannies to cover the kids,¡± another mother said before smiling brightly.


    --To be continued¡­

 Where We Left Off

    Where We Left Off


    With that Adrian and I also made our way out to the garden where some cocktails were already


    prepared for us. I felt Adrian¡¯s warm hand on the small of my back as he stood next to me before he


    offered me a ss of pinkish-orange cocktail.


    ¡°Thank you, Adrian,¡± I thanked him while smiling sweetly.


    I took the ss from him and began sipping the cocktail slowly. It was sweet¡­perhaps a little too sweet


    but my sweet tooth didn¡¯t mind at all. I nced over at Adrian, feeling a little worried because I knew


    that he didn¡¯t deal with sweet things very well. It was always ck coffee¡­or shots for him.


    ¡°Too sweet for you?¡± I asked.


    ¡°You? Or the drink?¡± Adrian replied teasingly.


    I giggled at his cute joke before we clinked out ss together. The conversation among the parents


    was actually quite boring with a lot of it involving the children, the school, their development, nned


    family holidays and other topics of that sort. Adrian was clearly disengaged while I tried my best to stay


    engaged in the conversation.


    Suddenly, I felt something ssh a little on my shirt. Looking down, I could see a pinkish stain on my


    shirt.


    ¡°Oh¡­I¡¯m so clumsy. Sorry¡­we¡¯ll just head in to clean this off. We¡¯ll be back in a bit,¡± Adrian said


    hurriedly before he grabbed my hand in his and began dragging me back inside of the house.


    Just like the rest of the people, I was slightly confused at what was happening. I turned to smile and


    bow a little to excuse us from the other people as Adrian dragged me back inside.


    ¡°Adrian¡­¡± I called his name softly once we were inside the house.


    Wordlessly, Adrian led me to the bathroom. I could feel the stickiness of the stain on the skin of my


    chest. However, it wasn¡¯t a big deal or anything. idents do happen after all.


    Adrian dragged me into the bathroom before closing and locking the door quickly behind us. I wasn¡¯t


    able to say a single word before his lips sealed mine in a heated kiss. His hand held the back of my


    head as his lips crushed hungrily against mine. My eyes widened in shock at the abruptness of his


    action before I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to the blissfulness of his kiss.


    He kissed me ardently before his hot tongue slipped in between my slightly parted lips into the depths


    of my mouth. Adrian skillfully teased my tongue with his, making me let out a soft moan as I started


    melting against his hard body. His hands were all over my body as he continued to taste my lips. His


    hands slid down my body to cup and massage my breast over my clothes. His squeezed my breasts


    softly at first before his touch became rougher.


    I kissed him back hungrily as I threw my arms around his neck, drawing him even closer to me. This


    made me remember that Adrian was probably holding back when we were at his office at the hospital. I


    wished that he could have hung on until this party was over and we returned back to his mansion but


    clearly that wasn¡¯t possible anymore.


    It was impossible to stop Adrian when he got like this. The best solution was to get this over with as


    fast as possible. I could feel the shape and hardness of his erect cock against my belly. Judging from


    how hard and ready he was, this wouldn¡¯t take too long. My body was also more than ready for him. I


    could feel my own warm wetness gushing out from the slit in between my legs. My wetness seeping out


    of my love hole and trickling down my inner thighs.


    Adrian broke our kiss and began nting kisses down the side of my neck before he started sucking on


    my sensitive skin softly. I moan in protest because I didn¡¯t want him to leave a mark. A mark on the


    neck would be easily spotted by other people and I didn¡¯t have a concealer on me at the moment. I


    whispered his name seductively as his hands ran down the length of my body from my breasts down


    the in of my stomach and down even further.


    He stroked my waist and then my hips before his hands dipped underneath my skirt and began stroking


    my thighs softly. My entire body trembled in anticipation as he ran his fingers up my inner thighs,


    inching towards the hot wet mess in between my legs.


    ¡°Adrian¡­¡± I whispered his name, and I wasn¡¯t sure if I wanted him to stop or to continued.


    It didn¡¯t matter either way. I knew that there was no way that Adrian would stop until he¡¯d had his way


    with me. I let out an impassioned moan when his fingers finally reached the wetness in between my


    legs and began stroking my flooded love entrance. His fingers running up and down the length of my


    wet opening felt amazing, and it made me want to feel even more of him.


    ¡°Your pussy is flooded again. Did walking around without your panties on turn you on?¡± Adrian


    whispered teasingly.


    ¡°Don¡¯t tell me¡­that you did all that on purpose¡­¡± I said in between my pants.


    I knew that he knew what I was referring to. He must have spilled the cocktail on me on purpose just to


    get me here. Adrian smiled sweetly and innocently at me as if he didn¡¯t know what I was referring to.


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    Instead of answering my question, Adrian focused his attention on pleasuring me instead. Not that I


    thought that that was a bad alternative.


    ¡°Ahh¡­Ahhh¡­¡± I moaned louder before biting down on my lower lips to prevent even more moans from


    spilling out from my lips.


    Adrian thrusted one of his long and very thick fingers into my pussy hole. My pussy walls clenched


    around his intruding finger immediately as it tried to suck his finger deeper inside. It feels so good. I


    know it¡¯s just his finger, but it already feels maddeningly pleasurable.


    ¡°Your pussy is so hot inside¡­¡± Adrian said as his fingers started moving inside of my love hole.


    --To be continued¡­

 Satisfying My First Husband

    Satisfying My First Husband


    ¡°Ahh¡­Adrian¡­¡± I moaned as I began rocking my hips against his hand and finger.


    ¡°Shh¡­if you get too loud people are going to hear all the lewd sounds that you¡¯re making¡­¡± Adrian


    warned teasingly.


    There were so many people in this house right now. The children¡­the nannies¡­


    I covered my mouth with my hand as I closed my eyes and rode out the pleasure that Adrian was


    feeding my body. His finger began thrusting in and out of my hole mercilessly. His hand pping


    against my pussy as his finger stirred up my wetness, making lewd wet sounds echo throughout the


    bathroom. My legs started to feel weak from the pleasure and I had to use my other hand to grip the


    sink to remain standing.


    ¡°What about another one?¡± Adrian suggested.


    I didn¡¯t have time to respond before he screwed another finger inside of me. My pussy stretched to


    amodate the shape and size of his fingers as they began pumping wildly into my love hole. His


    fingers rubbed against my pussy walls and hit my pleasure spot deep inside. It was driving me wild with


    lust and desire. I cried out softly into the palm of my hand as Adrian thrusted his fingers hard and fast


    into my pussy.


    My hips began moving on its own again, thrusting my hips towards his fingers. Skillfully, Adrian felt


    around my insides until he found my sensitive g-spot and began thrusting his fingertips roughly against


    it. The pleasure quickly became too much for me to handle. If he doesn¡¯t stop, I¡¯m going to cum¡­very


    soon¡­


    ¡°Adrian¡­I¡¯m gonna¡­cum¡­¡± I said in a shaky voice as I felt my orgasm fast approaching.


    ¡°Just cum¡­¡± Adrian said as his fingers began moving even faster against my pleasure spot.


    Just like I had said, I climaxed almost right away. My pussy squirting out my love juices onto his fingers


    and hand. My entire body trembled as my pussy clenched and spasm wildly around his fingers. I was


    still recovering from my climax when I felt Adrian slowly withdrawing his fingers from my body.


    ¡°Turn around¡­¡± Adrian instructed as he helped me turn my body away from him.


    I ced my hand on the wall as I bent down and stuck my ass out towards him. His hands quickly


    pulled my skirt upwards, exposing my naked ass to him. My pussy was so wet since I just came, and I


    could feel my juices running down my thighs as I waited in anticipation for him to take me from behind. I


    heard the familiar sound of Adrian unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.


    Since I had just climaxed, my pussy still felt a little sore and sensitive; however, I couldn¡¯t wait to feel


    Adrian¡¯s gigantic cock fill me up inside. I didn¡¯t have to wait for too long before I felt the heat of his thick


    cock position itself at my slippery entrance.


    ¡°I really missed you this week. I really couldn¡¯t wait to fuck you, Elena¡­¡± Adrian whispered seductively


    into my ear before he bit on my earlobe teasingly. It stung a little, but it didn¡¯t hurt.


    ¡°Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!¡± I cried out, forgetting to muffle my cries.


    Adrian entered me in one forceful thrust that buried the length of his entire hot rod into me. It hurts¡­but


    it feels so good at the same time. It was a sensation that was hard to describe. Adrian¡¯s cock was very


    hard, thick and long. Although we¡¯ve made love many times by now, I still found it difficult to take him in


    without feeling a slight stinging pain as he prated me.


    ¡°Bite on my fingers¡­you¡¯re getting too loud¡­¡± Adrian instructed as he positioned his fingers at my lips.


    I nodded slightly before taking two of his fingers into my mouth and began sucking on it. Soon I had to


    bite on them, when Adrian began moving his massive cock inside of my hole. He reared his hips back,


    pulling his cock out of me before thrusting it back in deeper than before. I bit on his fingers to keep


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    myself from crying out loud as he began pounding his cock in and out of my love hole.


    I could hear distant sounds of the childrenughing and ying from the other side of the wall where


    we were busy mating like wild animals. I prayed silently that no one would hear us. Adrian hitting his


    cock against my womb robbed me of any further thought or prayer on that topic.


    His massive member stroked the walls of my pussy with his movement as he thrusted wildly into me.


    He must have been holding back for too long because he was goingpletely crazy right now. He


    gripped my hips with his other hand as his hips moved to ram his cock into my pussy from behind. His


    hips pped against my ass as he pumped his cock fast and hard inside of me. It took a lot of effort me


    to stay standing at the force of his thrusting.


    Our bodies made pping sounds as his cock plunged into my wetness from various angles. It felt too


    good to be true and I wanted him to continue pounding his massive member into me forever. The wet


    sound of his cock beating into my wetness filled the bathroom as we coupled passionately. His cock


    stretched and filled me up sopletely and it felt extremely satisfying.


    I¡¯m about to cum again. He¡¯s moving too fast and he¡¯s hitting all the right spots deep inside of me. I


    couldn¡¯t take it anymore¡­I¡¯m about to climax again¡­


    ¡°About to cum? Your pussy is clenching around my cock so tightly¡­¡± Adrian whispered knowingly.


    ¡°I¡¯m¡­cumming¡­¡± I whimpered as my climax imed me again.


    My pussy clenched harder around his cock as I struggle to feel even more of him. Adrian continued


    pounding his member into me. I could tell from his wild thrusting and low groans that he was close to


    his release as well. I thrusted my hips backwards invitingly as he continued to take me fast and hard


    from behind. After a few more deep and hard thrusts, Adrian groaned my name when he reached his


    own heights.


    His cock twitched inside of me as it shot his hot seed deep into my love tunnel. I closed my eyes and


    sighed with satisfaction at the feeling of his warmth flooding into me. He¡¯s cumming so much inside of


    me. He¡¯s filling me up with so much of his seed. It¡¯s endless¡­


    We were both panting hard when we were done with our passionate tryst. Adrian withdrew his cock


    from my wet hole as he supported me to make sure that I could still stand. I nodded at him, signaling


    that I was ok. I was fine but I wasn¡¯t sure if my pussy was or not. Just like always, I would probably be


    sore tomorrow morning.


    My pussy was flooded with the mix of our love juices that had gushed out when Adrian withdrew his


    cock from my body. I could smell the mix of our sex juices. This is such a mess. I better clean up


    quickly so that we can rejoin the others. They were probably suspicious already since we¡¯ve been gone


    for a while now¡­


    --To be continued¡­

 My Second Husband

    My Second Husband


    **sh sh sh**


    ¡°EROS please look this way. Perfect¡­¡±


    ¡°Just rx your upper body a bit¡­look into the camera¡­that¡¯s it¡­give us a sexy look,¡±


    ¡°nce over there. Yup¡­ok. A couple more full body shots with some essories over here and we


    can probably call it a day,¡±


    I stood to the side in a navy suit and a matching skirt as I watched EROS work on thest job on his


    busy schedule for today. From early in the morning until now, EROS had been working on various jobs.


    Starting from an interview for a magazine early in the morning. Followed by amercial shoot that


    ran fromte morning to early afternoon with only a short lunch break in between. Another interview


    recordingte in the afternoon.


    Without a break for dinner, we had to drive all this way to this studio for him to do a fashion photoshoot


    for one of the leading brands that had decided to feature their products in the album cover and bonus


    booklet that would apany theunch of his new music album that was expected tounch at the


    end of the month.


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    I nced at the cock on the wall which showed that it was already close to midnight. Once again, I


    wondered how many hours of sleep EROS would be getting tonight. I wouldn¡¯t be with him tomorrow


    since I had to take care of another client and that made me quite worried about him. Although he would


    probably just snap at me if I told him that.


    My eyes returned to the sizzling hot man posing in front of the camera, his piercing golden eyes


    reminded me of the wild lions running in the yellow grass field of the savanna and so did his glossy mid


    length blond hair and his matching long blond eyshes.


    ¡°He¡¯s so hot¡­¡±


    ¡°I can¡¯t believe I¡¯m seeing him in person¡­¡±


    ¡°EROS is the best¡­¡±


    ¡°I love his songs¡­¡±


    ¡°His new movie is great too¡­¡±


    Endless whispers of praise from the staff that had gathered not too far from me were quite disturbing.


    I¡¯ve gotten used to hearing thesements by now and just hoped that EROS couldn¡¯t hear them.


    Everyone would think that he would be happy to hear people shower him with praises, but in reality, he


    was annoyed with anything that would distract from his work.


    ¡°Shh¡­¡± I whispered softly as I put a finger up to my lips.


    The staffs turned towards me before lowering their voices. It was only for two days a week but for those


    two days, I was officially the manager of one of the most famous superstars on this continent: EROS,


    the lead singer of the band EROS Wings. Although he started off an a rockstar his career has now


    evolved to take on other challenges such as modelling and acting.


    My eyes returned to him again and I think for a split of a second our eyes met. Perhaps I imagined it,


    but I think he just grinned at me. That brought a little smile to my lips. He¡¯s so hard to manage and I


    don¡¯t know why I¡¯ve put up with him after all this time. EROS, he¡¯s my second contract husband.


    ¡°That¡¯s a wrap. Thank you, EROS. Thank you everyone,¡± the director in charge of the photoshoot


    called out loudly.


    The lighting was switched off and the staff started reviewing the photos while the other team members


    started packing up. EROS, or rather Sean, which was his real name, got up from the chair that he was


    sitting on. He looked pointedly at me, and I quickly snapped out of my thoughts. My legs were taking


    me towards him even before my mind could process what I was doing.


    I could tell by the look of annoyance in his eyes that he was about to reach his breaking point. Of


    course, no one can ever find out what the real EROS is really like. If they did, EROS will never be the


    same again and that will destroy the profitability of thergest entertainmentpanies on this


    continent. Since I couldn¡¯t be held responsible for such a huge crisis, I had to get him out of here before


    his fa?ade cracks.


    ¡°Excuse me! Please back away¡­¡± I cried loudly as I pushed through the people that have crowded


    around him.


    Unnecessary attention¡­is not¡­good¡­


    ¡°Please step back. I¡¯m so sorry about this but EROS needs to head to his dressing room now. Please


    step aside!¡± I yelled loudly now to make myself heard over the crowd.


    Before I took on this job, I never imagined that being a manager for a superstar could ever be this


    tough. Thankfully, there were other people in the team that helped EROS out with his work. With the


    help of everyone, we managed to part the crowd to create a path for EROS to walk peacefully from the


    shooting scene to his dressing room.


    ¡°Hang in there¡­please¡­¡± I whispered as I walked by his side.


    EROS kept his head hung low and his eyes on the floor all the way to the dressing room. He must have


    looked like a very humble artist to the staff who were also his fans. In this industry where many stars


    developed ugly personalities after gaining fame, EROS was wlessly humble and pure. Despite his


    fame, he was nice, respectful, and professional to everyone. Everyone who came into contact with him


    couldn¡¯t help falling in love with his charismatic personality.


    However, the truth was¡­


    EROS and I entered his changing room and he quickly closed the door behind us and locked it.


    EROS¡¯s dressing room is off-limits to all staffs unless they had permission from his regr manager,


    EROS or me. The main reason for that was¡­


    I sucked in a breath and held it as I watched EROS throw the scarf that he had around his neck on the


    floor before he headed for the table, grabbed a bottle of water and started pouring water onto his blond


    hair. I had to admit that EROS dumping water onto his hair and shaking his head about was a very


    sexy sight to behold; however, that wasn¡¯t the key issue here.


    --To be continued¡­

 His Real Self

    His Real Self


    ¡°Hell. Those fucking bitches were so annoying. They were chatting all the way through the whole


    fucking shoot. I could hear almost every word that they said, and they fucking thought they were


    fucking whispering¡­¡± Sean growled through clenched teeth as he ran his fingers through his wet hair.


    Shit¡­I knew it. He heard them. I let out the breath that I had been holding. When we are alone, EROS


    is gone. The man standing in front of me is Sean Herman, the real man behind EROS. The only son of


    the Herman family and sole heir to thergest entertainmentpany, GH entertainment.


    ¡°You did well. I¡¯m sure the photos will look great,¡± I said as I offered him a little smile.


    ¡°Of course, it will¡­but who cares¡­¡± Sean said with a shrug before he plopped down into a chair in


    front of the mirror.


    ¡°Let¡¯s pack up and head back?¡± I suggested.


    It was veryte, and no one gets off work until Sean does so truthfully, we were holding up the entire


    team. By the time the shoot had ended, it was way past midnight, and I was sure that everyone was


    looking forward to calling it a day.


    ¡°You won¡¯t be here tomorrow, right?¡± Sean asked.


    ¡°Yea¡­I won¡¯t be¡­¡± I replied quietly.


    I heard Sean click in tongue in annoyance. Tomorrow, I have to work for another client, meaning my


    other contract husband so I won¡¯t be working as his manager.


    ¡°Your hair and your shirt are all wet. You should change or you¡¯ll catch a cold¡­¡± I warned as I pointed a


    finger at his chest.


    ¡°Help me¡­¡± Sean said softly.


    ¡°What?¡± I asked in confusion.


    ¡°Help me¡­change my clothes¡­¡± Sean requested once again.


    ¡°No. You can do it yourself,¡± I refused directly.


    ¡°Hmm¡­I guess everyone will have to sleep in this shitty studio tonight then,¡± Sean said casually before


    smirking at me.


    ¡°Huh?¡± I let out a sound of surprise.


    ¡°I¡¯m not moving from this chair until you do as I say¡­¡± Sean said, sounding very much like a spoiled


    kid.


    ¡°Stop ying games with me, Sean!¡± I snapped at him immediately.


    I stormed towards the closet in the room where his clothes were. Grabbing his shirt, his jeans, and his


    ck leather jacket, I quickly brought them out and dumped them on the dressing table right in front of


    him.


    ¡°Change your clothes¡­now¡­¡± Imanded as a scowl creased my brows.


    I need to stop this. Botox and facial lifts are expensive, and I need to save up money. My beautiful face


    is part of my trade so I must maintain it as best as I can. With that thought in mind, I sucked in a deep


    breath and rxed my face into a polite expression.


    ¡°I hate how fake your face looks right now,¡± Sean stated with distaste.


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    ¡°Stop pissing me off and just do as I say¡­please¡­¡± I said in a tight voice as I stered a smile on my


    face all for the sake of preventing lines from creasing the skin on my face.


    Suddenly I heard soft knocks on the dressing room door. It must be someone from the team of staff.


    ¡°Yes? What is it?¡± I called towards the door.


    ¡°Umm¡­the car is ready¡­¡± the staff informed us.


    The message was clear. Everyone was ready to go, and they were just waiting on us. While Mister


    EROS here refuses to change his own clothes!


    ¡°Sean, change your clothes ande outside, ok? I¡¯ll be waiting for you,¡± I instructed as I gestured to


    the clothes that I had ced on the table in front of him.


    Sean looked at the clothes on the table with emotionless eyes. It was like he didn¡¯t see them at all. I


    sighed loudly as I turned on my heels and started to walk away. Suddenly, I felt his grip on my wrist and


    then my arm and body were being pulled backwards.


    ¡°When did I say that you could leave?¡± Sean asked but it wasn¡¯t really a question.


    ¡°Sean¡­¡± I whispered his name in shock as the grip on my wrist tightened slightly.


    His golden eyes narrowed at me as he slowly stood up from his seat. I could tell from the look in his


    eyes that he was quite angry right now. Instinctively, I took a step back as he came closer, his hand still


    holding my wrist. He took another step towards me, and I took another step back until I felt the


    hardness of the table behind me bumping into the flesh of my buttocks. That was when I realized that


    he had me cornered.


    ¡°Sean¡­not here¡­¡± I said softly as I brought my other hand up and touched his chest.


    I felt the wetness of his shirt on the palm of my hand. His shirt is wet, and he still refused to get


    changed. His eyes stared deeply into mine and it was impossible for me to look away from the


    captivating beauty of his eyes. These eyes that have captivated the countless souls of his fans, I¡¯m


    getting to see them up close. Honestly, I wasn¡¯t a fan of his at all.


    Slowly his hand reached for my hand and removed it from his chest before he slowly leaned in closer


    and started kissing the side of my neck softly. His hands held both of my wrists to prevent my escape


    as his body trapped me in between the dressing table and his tall andrge frame. His lips felt warm


    and demanding on my neck as his soft kisses quickly turned into firm sucking. When he ran the tip of


    his tongue along the arch of my neck, my body shivered, and I heard myself let out a soft moan.


    Sean moved even closer, pining his hips against me, trapping me between him and the table behind


    me. My eyes widened in surprise at how hard his cock had already gotten. I could feel his hardness


    press against me as he pressed me against the table. Without saying anything, his hands released


    mine and began unbuttoning the small buttons of my white shirt. One by one he undid the buttons


    before he parted the fabric covering my body to the side.


    --To be continued¡­

 Honest Desire

    Honest Desire


    I moaned softly as his hands slid underneath my bra before he pushed them upwards to expose my


    naked breasts to his hungry eyes. His gaze felt like it was burning my body and I felt my nipples


    hardening just at his touch. Sean cupped my breasts with his hands before he started squeezing them


    softly, making me moan at the pleasurable sensation.


    ¡°Your breasts are so beautiful¡­so soft¡­¡± he whispered as his hands started applying more force.


    He massaged my breasts and my breathing quickened. He¡¯s turning me on so much already, if this


    continues, we¡¯re going to end up having sex right here in the dressing room. I could feel his hard on


    against my belly and I knew that he also needed his release. Sean had a very strong sex drive, and I


    knew that from personal experience although I haven¡¯t been working with him for that long. As a result,


    we¡¯ve ended up doing it in many random ces that suited his work schedule.


    ¡°Sean¡­maybe we should wait till we¡¯re back at your ce¡­¡± I suggested weakly.


    ¡°I hate it when you¡¯re not being honest. I¡¯ve told you that twice already today¡­¡± Sean replied coldly.


    ¡°Sean¡­¡± I whispered his name.


    He ignored me as he dipped his head lower and engulfed one of my erect nipples into his hot and wet


    mouth. The warm and wet sensation of his mouth on my nipple turned me on even more. Without


    wasting any time, Sean began flicking the tip of his tongue against my nipple before he sucked on it


    hard. I threw my head back and cried out at the sudden pleasure as my hand clutched at his head. I


    thrusted my chest towards his face invitingly and he sucked on my nipple even harder than before.


    After that he switched to pay loving attention to my other nipple.


    While his lips were busy sucking on my nipple, his hand started its journey down the curves of my body


    from my chest down to my waist before dipping lower towards my hips. Finally, his hand disappeared


    under my skirt. I whimpered his name softly when his fingers pressed up against the crotch of my


    panties.


    ¡°Your panties are soaked, and you were telling me to wait until we got home¡­¡± Sean said followed by


    an amusedugh.


    His fingers quickly pulled my panties to the side before he ran his fingertips along the wetness in


    between my legs. I could feel his fingers stroking my slippery wetness and I knew that I was soaking


    wet down there. I bit my lower lips and began moaning louder as his fingers continued to stroke my wet


    pussy until his fingers brushed against my swollen clit.


    ¡°Ahh! Ahhh¡­¡± I let out a cry at the intense pleasure that ran from where his fingers were actively


    stimting my clit.


    It¡¯s so good that I couldn¡¯t help crying out. His fingers stroked my clit faster and harder before he


    pinched it in between his fingertips and rolled it. My legs immediately felt weak from desire, and I had to


    lean back against the table behind me.


    ¡°Admit it, Elena, you can¡¯t wait for me to fuck you¡­¡± Sean whispered seductively.


    ¡°I¡­ahhhh¡­¡± I couldn¡¯t reply to him.


    All I could do was moan to keep myself from going crazy from the pleasure that he was making me


    experience. Without warning, Sean rammed two of his thick and long fingers into my pussy hole. I cried


    out loudly at the suddenness of his entrance. Sean began moving his fingers right away, thrusting them


    in and out of my hole from various angles. He made sure to hit my pleasure spots and I hated how he


    knew how to please my body so well.


    ¡°You¡¯re flooding down here, Elena,¡± Sean cooed into my ear.


    ¡°Ahhh¡­Ahhhh¡­¡± I continued to moan as my hips began moving to match the thrusting rhythm of his


    fingers.


    ¡°This is your honest expression, Elena. Look carefully¡­this is what you look like when you¡¯re honest


    with me,¡± Sean hissed in my ear as he turned my body around to face the mirror.


    The erotic look on my face shocked me. My face was flushed, and my lips were swollen with my mouth


    agape as I moaned and panted like a woman in heat. His finger curled up to stimte my G-spot and


    my face contorted into an even more erotic expression.


    ¡°Sean¡­please¡­¡± I pleaded although I wasn¡¯t sure what I was pleading for.


    ¡°You¡¯re about to cum¡­so you¡¯re begging for it¡­¡± Sean said knowingly.


    His fingers began moving faster and harder inside of my hole. He pushed me forward softly so that I


    leaned on the dressing table with my ass turned in his direction. His fingers continued to ram in and out


    of me from behind.


    ¡°Don¡¯t close your eyes. I want you to watch yourself when you climax¡­¡± Sean instructed as his other


    hand dipped in front of my hips.


    I cried out and my breath fogged up a part of the mirror. His other hand began pinching my clit while his


    other hand continued fingering me. The double stimtion quickly drove me towards the edge and


    soon enough, I climaxed magnificently as Sean watched my face from the reflection of the mirror.


    ¡°Time for you to undress me and help me change,¡± hemanded as he pulled me around to face him


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    once more.


    I was so unsteady on my feet that I bumped right into his chest when he pulled me around. My orgasm


    left me feeling dizzy and a little disoriented, but I was slowly recovering. Quickly, my hands reached for


    the hem of his shirt before pulling it up to remove his shirt. Sean lifted his arms above his head and


    helped me pull the shirt over his head. Great, at least he¡¯s willing to help me out.


    The sight of his beautifully toned body took my breath away. The shirtless photos of him on billboard


    and magazines looked great but nothing beats the feeling of his muscles flexing beneath my hands as I


    ran my hands on his chest before stroking my way down to his firm six pack. Sean sucked in a breath,


    and I knew that I was turning him on pretty badly too.


    --To be continued¡­

 Spoiling Him

    Spoiling Him


    My hand reached for his belt and began unbuckling it as he pulled me into a wild and passionate kiss.


    His lips crushing against mine before he bit softly on my lower lip. I parted my lips invitingly and he


    readily took my invitation by thrusting his hot tongue deeply into my mouth. Our tongues danced


    around wildly while I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.


    To my utmost surprise, Sean broke our kiss and sat down on the chair before he beckoned to me with


    his hands and eyes to join him. My eyes went to therge upstanding pole in between his legs. His


    cock was huge, thick, and very erect.


    ¡°Come and ride me. I want to see you go wild¡­¡± Seanmanded.


    I honestly didn¡¯t think that he would pick this position out of all the other options that were feasible in


    this situation. However, he had made his choice and I had to go along with it. I approached the chair


    and slowly spread my legs to straddle him. This position is quite embarrassing because I had to take


    the lead in taking in his cock and moving. I nted my feet on the ground and spread my legs before


    carefully positioning his hot and thick cock at my throbbing entrance.


    His cock was hard and hot in my hand as I held him. Sean moaned softly at the feel of my hand on his


    sensitive member as his eyes watched my face intently from below. He watched my every reaction as I


    positioned his cock at my wet entrance.


    ¡°Take my cock inside you, Elena¡± he whispered to me seductively.


    ¡°Ahhh¡­it¡¯s so¡­big¡­¡± I moaned and whimpered softly as I slowly lowered my hips onto his upstanding


    shaft.


    The thick head of his rod stretched my entrance and began to slowly prate my wet love hole. I


    gripped his shoulders with both hands as I lowered my hips further down, taking in more of his length


    inside of me. His cock felt hot and very thick as more of him slid inside of my pussy. Instinctively, my


    pussy clenched around his massive cock as if trying to remember his shape and size.


    I tried my best to rx my pussy around him as I continued to take in more of him inside of me. His


    hands held the sides of my hips as he stared at my face. I moaned softly as he slowly filled me up


    deeper and deeper.


    ¡°A bit more. It¡¯s notpletely in yet,¡± Sean said before smirking at me.


    He¡¯s such a troublemaker but for some reason, I couldn¡¯t really get mad at him for anything. I sat down


    further onto him until his entire length was buried deep into my hot cunt. Sitting on hisp skin-on-skin,


    I sighed as I finally managed to take his entire cock into me. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me


    and I knew that he wanted me to move and ride his cock.


    ¡°Can you move?¡± Sean asked as his hands moved up to caress my breasts.


    I panted a little, but I nodded to him. Flexing my legs, I began lifting my hips up slowly. Instantly, I felt


    the sensation of his cock rubbing along my pussy walls as his cock began moving out of my pussy. It


    felt so good already and we had just started. I wasn¡¯t sure how long I couldst before I cum. Lifting my


    hips just enough to slide his cock partially out of my hole, I squatted down and sat on hisp again. His


    cock pounded into me from the movement of my hips, and I cried out at the intense pleasure.


    ¡°Feels good? You¡¯re clenching around my cock¡­¡± Sean said, and I could hear the satisfaction in his


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    voice.


    I knew that he was feeling good too and the hardness of his cock that seemed to be getting harder and


    hotter inside of me was more than enough proof than I needed.


    ¡°Ahhh¡­Sean¡­Ahhh¡­¡± I moaned and cried out his name as I began to move my hips up and down


    faster.


    Our sex made lewd wet sounds as his cock rammed in and out of my hole faster and harder. The crazy


    addictive pleasure that I was feeling was taking over my mind and body. I couldn¡¯t control myself


    anymore, my body moved wildly as I rode his cock fast and hard. I locked my arms around his neck as


    I bounced my body up and down the length of his cock. My pussy clenching hard around him as I


    rocked my hips to ensure that the swollen head of his cock hit all the right pleasurable spots deep


    inside of my wet hole.


    His cock felt so good inside of me. He¡¯s so big and he¡¯s already getting bigger and hotter. My breasts


    bounced up and down more intensely than before as I sped up my wild humping. My cries had gotten


    shamelessly louder as I lost myself in my desire for him.


    ¡°That¡¯s so sexy¡­lift your hips. Yes, right there¡­¡± Sean instructed as his hands helped support my hips


    and lifted it up to the level that he wanted it to be.


    ¡°Ohh! Ahhhh! Sean¡­¡± I cried out as his cock thrusted sharply upwards into my eagerly awaiting hole.


    Sean thrusted his hips upwards from below, ramming his cock into my pussy and I cried out at the


    sensation of his cock pounding forcefully into me. Hisrge hands held my hips in ce as he thrusted


    faster and harder from below. It felt different from when I was the one moving, it¡¯s much more intense.


    Sean thrusted harder and faster than I could manage when I rode him.


    I threw my head back and moaned wildly as he continued to pump his cock into me. His sexy groan of


    lust turned me on so much and my pussy quickly got wetter than before. I cried out as I felt a gush of


    hot wetness spurt out and flooded my pussy hole.


    ¡°Want to move together?¡± Sean suggested and I knew that it wasn¡¯t really a question.


    --To be continued¡­

 End of Tonight

    End of Tonight


    His hands loosened around my hips a little as he urged me to move. My hips began moving


    automatically to match with his thrusting movements. I met his thrusts halfway by lowering my hips


    when he thrusted upwards. His cock was hitting me deeper than before.


    ¡°It¡¯s so deep¡­so good¡­¡± I managed to say in between my passionate moans and heavy breathing.


    It¡¯s so rough that it felt like he was messing up my insides with his wild thrusts. Sean groaned louder as


    our hips pped against each other in our attempt to get even closer. It felt so hot inside of me, and my


    core throbbed with desire and need. I wanted Sean to fuck me harder until I lost my mind to the


    pleasurepletely.


    As if he could hear my plead, Sean plunged his cock deeper into me, hitting my womb so deeply inside


    while I cried out and closed my eyes tightly. My mind felt hazy, and I couldn¡¯t focus on anything. As my


    mind let go, my body began moving in abandon as I rode his cock madly. I could feel my orgasm fast


    approaching. It felt like something was about to explode from my pussy¡­


    ¡°I¡¯m cumming! Sean¡­I¡­ahhh¡­¡± I cried out against his shoulder as my climax consumed me whole.


    I saw white and then I didn¡¯t see anything at all. Sean continued pounding his enormous member into


    me and I knew that he was also close to his release. As I tried to catch my breath, I clenched my pussy


    walls around his cock to bring him even closer to his climax. Sean called out my name before his hips


    jerked wildly against mine and soon his cock was twitching deep in my wet cunt.


    In the next instant, his hot release shot out of his cock into me. He¡¯s cumming so much inside of me, I


    thought as I felt his warmth fill my lower abdomen. His body stilled and I hugged him close to me while


    his cock continued to nt his seed into me.


    I rested my head on his shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. By the time we were done, we were both


    panting hard. Carefully, I began getting off him. I felt his cock slide out of my quivering pussy before the


    unplugged my love hole. I stood up and the wetness ran down my legs, it was such a dirty yet sexy


    mess.


    ¡°I need to clean up¡­¡± I whispered as I staggered towards the dressing table to grab some tissue. More


    like a lot of it.


    ¡°You¡¯re still able to walk¡­maybe we should go for another round,¡± Sean said before smiling at me


    suggestively.


    ¡°No more¡­we have to get you back home,¡± I said, sounding responsible.


    ¡°I would worry about cleaning my pussy first before worrying about other people if I were you,¡± Sean


    teased me beforeughing softly.


    ¡°Can you just get dressed please?¡± I snapped lightly at him in reply.


    ¡°I¡¯ll start but you¡¯re going to help me when you¡¯re done fixing your clothes¡­¡± Sean said beforeughing


    a little.


    At least he headed for the clothes and started changing. It was like a small miracle when he listened to


    me. I couldn¡¯t believe that I was the slightly older one here. He¡¯s so hard to manage that I wondered


    how his usual manager manages him. I should ask him for some tips that might make my life easier.


    After cleaning myself up decently enough to leave the room without obviously giving it away that we


    had just had sex, I returned my attention to Sean. He was half done¡­great.


    ¡°Can¡¯t you dress up any faster?¡± I muttered in annoyance as I yanked the shirt from his hands and


    began helping him dress.


    ¡°You should have helped me the first time that I asked¡­¡± Seanined as he pouted yfully.


    ¡°Whatever. Let¡¯s go back. So many people are waiting for us,¡± I said sternly.


    ¡°Should we go for another round back at my ce?¡± Sean suggested once again.


    He never gets tired of sex, I swear.


    ¡°It¡¯s past midnight, I already worked too much overtime,¡± I said without looking at him.


    My hands were busy buttoning up his shirt. He¡¯s a superstar but the way he likes to be pampered


    makes him feel like a kid sometimes.


    ¡°What about spending the night? I don¡¯t mind paying extra¡­¡± Sean said, and I could tell that he was


    quite serious.


    ¡°I don¡¯t spend the night,¡± I said as I looked directly into his golden eyes.


    I was finally done dressing him up and my hands fell down to my side from his chest. Our passionate


    tryst is now over. We¡¯re heading back and going our separate ways¡­for tonight.


    After sending off Sean at his penthouse, the team and I were finally free to head back. I quickly


    thanked everyone in the team for their hard work today. It had been a long day and I could tell that


    everyone was exhausted; however, everyone was in good spirits and extremely proud of our


    achievements for the day.


    That was how the day always ended when we worked with EROS. The days with him were tough


    because of his tight schedule and many unexpected problems could pop up to challenge us at any time


    but at the end of the day, the output that he produces was always beyond our expectations. That was


    why everyone was so invested in supporting him and that was probably why he also had many fans.


    When I arrived back at my small and humble studio apartment, I flopped down on the floor next to my


    bed and stretched my legs. It feels so amazing toe back to this small and slightly run-down


    apartment. It feels so like home. This is it.


    After a long day,ing back here where everything felt simple and basic always saved me. I removed


    my contact lenses and put on my thick ck frame sses. After resting a little, I headed for the small


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    bathroom where I removed my fake eyshes, my makeup and clothes. Then, I finally felt like I had


    returned to being myself. Just the in me where I wasn¡¯t anyone¡¯s contract wife or girlfriend.


    Right now, I¡¯m just me. I¡¯m just in Samantha.


    ¡°Wee back, Samantha,¡± I whispered to my own reflection in the mirror.


    One day, when all of this is over and I¡¯ve paid back all the debt that I owe, I¡¯ll get rid of my current name


    and return to being in old Samantha Smith. Then I will leave everything behind and move


    somewhere where no one knows who I am. That is my dream.


    --To be continued¡­

 My Third Husband

    My Third Husband


    ¡°Why do you have to attend an opening party for a hotel? You don¡¯t own this hotel, do you?¡± I asked,


    not ignoring the possibility that my guess could be right.


    ¡°I don¡¯t but one of my closest friends does. On top of that, the security system of this hotel was


    designed by mypany,¡± Brandon replied casually.


    ¡°Oh, right¡­I keep forgetting that you also own a cyber securitypany,¡± I said as I nodded my head.


    Just as our conversation died down, we arrived at the grand opening of a new luxury hotel that was


    smack in the middle of the shopping district in the city center. I felt like the dress that I had on was


    slightly too tight around the waist but there was nothing that I could do about that now. The slick ck


    limousine that we were riding had arrived at the entrance of the event. I could see the familiar red


    carpet on the floor right in front of the car door.


    Brandon got off the car first before leaning down towards me to offer me his hand.


    ¡°Your hand, My Lady,¡± Brandon said as his grey eyes met mine and held it.


    Cameras were shing all around us and I knew that I had to make sure that this scene was picture


    perfect. If only he was a gentleman like this when we were alone as well, life would be close to perfect.


    I smiled a little at him as I ced my hand into his and he helped me out of the car.


    Now that we were standing side by side, the reporters and cameramen went wild. Brandon and his


    wanted to get a piece of us. Reporters quickly surrounded us while Brandon¡¯s bodyguards made sure


    that they didn¡¯t get too close. The shes of the cameras were blinding, and I made sure that I had a


    perfect smile on at all times as I stood very close to Brandon¡¯s side.


    I felt Brandon¡¯s arm around my waist as he pulled me even closer to him. We were so close that my


    body was literally pressed up against his side. The reporters started bombarding us with questions


    about our rtionship. As agreed beforehand, I would let Brandon take most of the questions unless a


    question is explicitly directed at me.


    ¡°We¡¯re engaged so obviously we are heading towards marriage,¡± Brandon answered calmly.


    ¡°Wow and when will the wedding be?¡± the reporter inquired.


    ¡°We still don¡¯t have a date in mind, but it shouldn¡¯t be too long in the future,¡± Brandon replied


    confidently.


    ¡°Will you be finally taking over the entire group after your marriage?¡± another reporter asked.


    ¡°My marriage has nothing to do with thepany,¡± Brandon stated matter-of-factly.


    As always, he¡¯s such a good liar and he looks so serious and convincing too. The reporters all looked


    at him with zed eyes as if they were under some sort of spell. They don¡¯t know that he¡¯s got them all


    wrapped around his fingers like puppets on a string.


    ¡°What about ns for a family in the future?¡± one of the reporters turned to address the question


    directly at me.


    Hell, seems like I have to take this one.


    ¡°It¡¯s a little too early for us to think about that¡­¡± I replied softly as I smiled at the reporter.


    Seriously, they should just mind their own business. We¡¯re not even married but they¡¯re already asking


    about kids. I wanted tough and roll around on the floor as I thought about the fact that we weren¡¯t


    even really engaged.


    ¡°Of course, we will be having kids soon after our wedding. I can¡¯t wait to build a family with her,¡±


    Brandon replied with a confident smile.


    How can he say that with a straight face? I bet he could make it as some superstar actor if he chose to


    do so. His arm around my waist tightened, pulling me closer to him. I ced a hand on hist chest as I


    turned to sh a happy and radiant smile towards the group of reporters and cameramen. So many


    shes went off and I started feeling that I could better rte to how animals probably feel in the zoo.


    After that we sessfully shook of the crowd of reporters and entered the main venue of tonight¡¯s


    event. Many famous people were here tonight including moving stars, famous sport yers, business


    tycoons and various other celebrities. It was one hell of a red-carpet event. I stood by Brandon¡¯s side


    with my hand in the crook of his arm as he made small talk with the many people that greeted him.


    I knew well that Brandon didn¡¯t particrly like these events, but he was extremely talented in handling


    them. He once told me that it was all about efficiency and he proved it again tonight. Within a short


    amount of time, he had spoken to everyone that he wanted to speak to and we were ready to just rx


    and enjoy the event. Whatever business objective that Brandon had in mind was already taken care of.


    ¡°Yo Brandon, you have to stay over at my hotel tonight. I¡¯ve prepared a special suite for you¡­and your


    beautiful fianc¨¦e,¡± Greg came over and pped a hand on Brandon¡¯s shoulder.


    Greg is the owner of the new hotel that was opening up today. He was also one of Brandon¡¯s good


    friends. I couldn¡¯t believe that he¡¯s offering for us to stay the night though. That was against my policy.


    ¡°Thanks. I¡¯m sure my fianc¨¦e is looking forward to it,¡± Brandon said before winking at me.


    I wanted to roll my eyes at him. Instead, I stered on a radiant smile as I smiled at him and then at


    Greg.


    ¡°Thank you for thinking about us. I¡¯m sure you¡¯re very busy today. Congrattions on your newest


    hotel,¡± I said as I gestured to the buzzling party around us.


    ¡°You¡¯re such a sweetheart. It¡¯s no wonder that you won Brandon over,¡± Greg replied with a joyous


    smile.


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    --To be continued¡­

 Our Engagement

    Our Engagement


    I actually felt that I liked him. He¡¯s friendly and kind. Best of all, it seemed like he had no hidden


    agendas, unlike the man that was standing very close to my side.


    ¡°I¡¯m not staying the night. It¡¯s against my policy¡­¡± I whispered resolutely once Greg had left us alone.


    ¡°What if I pay you extra?¡± Brandon whispered into my ear as he pulled me closer to him by the waist.


    ¡°That¡¯s not the issue. Oh, you can¡¯t buy everything and solve every problem with your money by the


    way,¡± I said as I narrowed my eyes at him.


    ¡°Yeah, right¡­¡± Brandon scoffed.


    Some people believe that they can solve every single problem with money and Brandon was proudly


    one of them. After Brandon had had enough of the party, he pulled on my hand, and we began our


    journey to the special suite that Greg had prepared for us. I knew that it would bepletely horrible


    manners to turn down Greg¡¯s offer and it would appear unnatural as well.


    We arrived at the suite, and I had to say that I was impressed by the view of the night cityndscape


    that can be seen from the room.


    ¡°Not too shabby, huh?¡± Brandon said as he came to stand close behind me.


    ¡°It¡¯s a nice view¡­¡± I said honestly.


    ¡°The view from my bedroom is way better¡­should we go there?¡± Brandon asked teasingly.


    I turned around and rolled my eyes at him in annoyance. Finally, we were alone, and I no longer had to


    hold my urge to roll my eyes anymore. Freedom!


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll sneak out of the room and leavete into the night so that it won¡¯t look suspicious. All


    the reporters should be gone by then too,¡± I said as I brought his attention to the situation at hand.


    ¡°Why bother? Just stay the night¡­¡± he said casually.


    ¡°No thanks¡­¡± I replied without a second thought.


    ¡°We have so much time from now till then¡­shall we¡­¡± Brandon said before smiling at me


    suggestively.


    ¡°No¡­¡± I said firmly.


    ¡°I¡¯m joking. I won¡¯t do you until you beg me for it,¡± he teased.


    ¡°I will never beg for it,¡± I spat as I red at him.


    ¡°We¡¯ll see about that¡­¡± he said casually as he walked away from me.


    ¡°I still don¡¯t think using my real identity to pose as your fianc¨¦e is a good idea¡­¡± I mumbled in concern.


    Although we have discussed this various times before and he had reassured me that it was beyond


    fine, I still had my doubts. I wasn¡¯t sure why my agency agreed to this as well. I mean, if I¡¯m publicly


    engaged to Brandon, wouldn¡¯t that impact my business with the other clients?


    ¡°I talked to your manager. He¡¯s fine with it. I don¡¯t see any issues,¡± Brandon replied like it was nothing.


    ¡°Still¡­I don¡¯t have the best background¡­¡± I said softly.


    ¡°You¡¯re perfect for the job. The fact that you¡¯re my ex-girlfriend is perfect. The story of us falling back in


    love together after being reunited is credible and everyone loves it,¡± Brandon said as he looked straight


    at me.


    I havepletely no idea where he gets all his confidence from. I sighed loudly and started ying


    with my hair, a habit that was hard to break when I got frustrated.


    ¡°Your parents were against our rtionship even from back then¡­¡± I countered.


    ¡°Which is perfect for when we want to put an end to this. It¡¯s a convenient way out,¡± Brandon replied


    unfazed.


    By this time, I had started to believe that Brandon had everything figured out. Letting out another sigh


    of defeat, I ran my fingers through my long hair and decided to let the whole thing slide.


    ¡°Ok¡­¡± I mumbled,pletely in defeat.


    ¡°Great. Go to bed¡­¡± Brandon said.


    ¡°No, I¡¯m leaving soon¡­¡± I protested immediately.


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    ¡°I was suggesting for you to take a nap until you leave. Don¡¯t worry¡­I have more interesting things to


    do than to y with you right now,¡± Brandon said as he plopped arge hand on my head and walked


    past me.


    Despite his suggestive teasing, Brandon pulled out hisptop and entered straight into work-mode. It


    was amazing how he could switch gears just like that. One moment he was teasing me and the next he


    was staring at hisptop screen with intense concentration. This reminded me of the time when we


    used to live together, he was pretty much like this back then too. I wondered if he¡¯s changed or was it


    that I was the only one that grew up and got so jaded by reality.


    I enjoyed a warm bath with aromatherapy to pass the time while Brandon continued working in the


    living room of the suite. A few hours flew by in a blink of an eye. I had gotten dressed and dried my hair


    already and was ready to head home. Seeing that Brandon was still busy working, I decided not to


    disturb him. I grabbed my bag and was about to slip silently out of the room when he spoke up.


    ¡°I¡¯ll drive you,¡± he said.


    He closed hisptop and stood up immediately.


    ¡°No need. I can see that you¡¯re busy. I can go back by myself,¡± I said as I rejected his offer.


    ¡°It¡¯ste. I¡¯ll drive you,¡± Brandon stated as he walked past me towards the door of the suite.


    ¡°Ok¡­¡± I said softly as I followed behind him.


    It was hard to change Brandon¡¯s mind once it¡¯s already made up. He was right, it waste and perhaps


    it was better if he drove me home. It was a quick drive from the hotel to my apartment building despite


    the slightly long distance thanks to theck ofte-night traffic.


    ¡°You can park here,¡± I said as we neared my building.


    As per my personal policy, I never tell any of my clients where I was living. To the best of my ability, I


    tried to keep my work life and my private life separate whenever possible. When the guys wanted to


    drive me home, I would get them to drop me off nearby and from there I would walk back to my ce.


    ¡°If you say so¡­¡± Brandon muttered.


    I smiled and thanked him before reaching for the door handle. All of a sudden, he grabbed my arm and


    pulled me back. I turned around to face him to find his face very close to mine and then he was kissing


    my lips. The warmth of his lips on mine left me slightly surprise. Slowly, my eyes drifted closed as our


    kiss deepened. He kissed me from various angles as his tongue thrusted into my mouth and


    intertwined with my own.


    By the time that our lips parted, I was breathless. His beautiful grey eyes sparkled at me as he offered


    me one of his charming smiles.


    ¡°Goodnight, Elena,¡± he said softly.


    ¡°Goodnight¡­¡± I said grudgingly.


    I quickly got out of the car before he sneaked another attack against me again. He¡¯s not ying fair at


    all. I couldn¡¯t help the heat that rushed to my cheeks as I started to blush slightly. Brandon rolled down


    the window and waved goodbye to me. He smiled at me, and I thought that he looked extraordinarily


    handsome. It must be the streetlight or the moonlight¡­or something¡­


    I watched as he drove away until his car rounded a corner and disappeared out of sight before I turned


    and walked along the street towards my apartment building.


    --To be continued¡­

 Chaos

    Chaos


    **Roughly 3 Months Ago**


    ¡°To this address please. Please drive as fast as you can¡­¡± I said hurriedly as I handed my business


    card that had my address on it to the taxi driver.


    It¡¯s been years since I¡¯vest ridden in a taxi. Being a rich socialite like I was, taking the taxi is just out


    of the question. However, today was different. Everything in my life was changing and I knew it. My


    body ached fromst night and I felt extremely ufortable. The fact that the taxi driver kept ncing


    over at me from the rearview mirror, didn¡¯t help to improve my unstable mood.


    I reached my hand into my limited-edition brand handbag and fished out the shameful papers that that


    man dared to rub in my facest night. My eyes narrowed in anger at the divorce papers that I held in


    my hands. How dare he sign these divorce papers and then sell me off to another man like that?!


    It wasn¡¯t like I didn¡¯t want to divorce from my husband. Marrying him was the worst mistake that I have


    made in my short life of 25 years. After trying hard to make our rtionship sessful for the first six


    months of our marriage, I hadpletely given up. After that, I have always wanted a divorce so that


    we could go our separate ways. However, life was alwaysplicated, and things didn¡¯t quite work out


    that way.


    Now after almost two years of marriage and me sucking it up for the sake of maintaining appearances,


    that bastard dare to divorce me and then sell me?


    What a joke¡­


    I¡¯m going to go and give him a piece of my mind before we go our separate ways. I pray that I will never


    have to see his sorry face ever again in my life. My chest felt tight, and I was breathing hard now in my


    extreme anger. It took all my self-control to stop myself from crumpling and tearing the divorce papers


    into a million pieces.


    Of course, I wouldn¡¯t do that. That bastard finally signed these papers so now I can go ahead and


    process our divorce. Best moment of my life in such a long time.


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    My husband was loaded and that was probably the only reason why my adoptive parents arranged for


    me to marry him in the first ce. He was into real estate and heads many hedge funds on top of that.


    He is famous for his wealth, luxurious lifestyle, and his business achievements. Basically, well known


    as one of the investment kings. After going on a date with him three times and sleeping with him once,


    he proposed to me, and I married him the month after to the shock and dismay of many other single


    and avable women that were undoubtedly on his list.


    I smirked with satisfaction. Now that he¡¯s willing to settle this with a divorce, I¡¯m going to walk away rich


    from this sorry mess. No longer will I have to deal with him and his violent temper. Of course, I¡¯m not


    dreaming of gaining control of half of his wealth or anything that significant. Just getting a slim cut of


    that would already be more than enough for me to live a luxurious life somewhere on a private ind


    for the rest of my life. I guess I could float around in the socialite circle as a rich and beautiful divorcee


    as well. Perhaps, I should get into charity and build a sophisticated image for myself in the world.


    The taxi screeched to a stop in front of a skyscraper housing one of the most expensive condominiums


    in the city center.


    ¡°Why are you parking here? Park right in front of the entrance so I don¡¯t have to walk¡­¡± I said before


    giving the driver a cold stare.


    ¡°Miss, there¡¯s a huge crowd and many cars are blocking the way in front of the building. I can¡¯t go on


    from here. You have to get our here, I¡¯m sorry¡­¡± the driver replied in a shaky voice.


    I sighed as I tried to tell myself not to take my devilish bad mood on the poor man. He¡¯s just a taxi


    driver¡­


    Breathe, Elena, breathe¡­


    I paid the driver with a thick wad of cash before getting out of the car without waiting for the change. My


    legs wobbled a little from exhaustion as I walked along towards the entrance of the building in my


    patent red high heel shoes. The driver was right, there was a huge crowd of people and cars in front of


    the building.


    I could tell from their smell that they were reporters. However, it was the police cars and ambnce


    with the sirens on top that caught my attention. Did something happen in the building? An ident?


    Did someone get hurt?


    What is the building management doing? Why did they let things get so out of hand to affect the lives of


    the other residents like this? When I¡¯m done dealing with my soon-to-be ex-husband, I¡¯m going to deal


    with them next.


    ¡°Excuse me¡­I live here¡­¡± I said as I stared down my beautiful and perfect nose at the reporters who


    were standing in my way.


    ¡°Oh My God! It¡¯s Elena!¡±


    ¡°Everyone this way! She¡¯s here!¡±


    ¡°Elena, please look this way!¡±


    Reporters and paparazzi. This is nothing new. They¡¯re always so excited to see me. I put a hand to


    shield my face a little from the camera to add a much-desired hint of mystique. In reality, I was


    shielding my face because my makeup was unfortunately imperfect right now. I was in a rush and


    considering my shock of what happenedst night, I just didn¡¯t bother to touch up my make-up before


    leaving that ce.


    ¡°Yes, of course it¡¯s me. Who else could it be?¡± I said teasingly.


    ¡°Please answer our questions!¡±


    ¡°What happened to your husband?¡±


    ¡°We heard that he¡¯s injured?¡±


    ¡°Why are you not home with him? Have you met him?¡±


    ¡°Elena, please exin to us what is going on!¡±


    --To be continued¡­

 Sudden Departure

    Sudden Departure


    What is going on? Why are they mentioning my husband like there¡¯s something wrong with him? Did


    something happen to him?


    I looked around in panic. This wasn¡¯t the time to feel giddy about receiving public attention. Where are


    the security guards?


    ¡°Security!!!¡± I shouted loudly demanding for security toe and guard me.


    These reporters are getting more aggressive as they surrounded me. For a moment, it felt like they


    were going to swallow me up like a tsunami wave crashing onto the shore. This is insane. A few


    security guards wereing my way now along with them were a few men dressed in police uniform.


    The police is here? Why are they here?


    I had nothing but questions in my mind and none of them were getting answered. Soon, the guards


    were in front of me and helping to push the reporters and the paparazzies back. At the same time the


    policemen approached me and that was when I knew that something serious must have happened.


    The policemen had very sterned and grim looks on their faces.


    ¡°Mrs. Westford?¡± a police officer said questioningly.


    ¡°Yes. How can I help you?¡± I asked innocently.


    ¡°We¡¯ll escort you up to your room and we¡¯ll have a talk there,¡± one of the policemen replied sternly as


    his eyes darted to the reporters around us.


    Right, it¡¯s not suitable to discuss things here in front of the press. He was right, we should head up to


    my ce. The policemen motioned for me to go ahead of him, and I nodded politely to him before


    walking gracefully ahead. The guards kept the crowd parted to create a path for me to walk to the


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    entrance of the building.


    The policemen followed after me and we took the private elevator up to the penthouse of the building


    together. My husband and I lived in the penthouse suite of the building together since we got married


    around two years ago. I nced down at my mobile phone and saw that there was no call nor message


    from my husband. With all this ruckus going on, I wondered why he didn¡¯t let me know in advance. I


    could have avoided that whole mess down there if he had just let me know.


    I sighed loudly before rolling my eyes upwards. What did I expect? Our rtionship had been as good


    as dead for a long time now.


    ¡°Is my husband home? Have you met him?¡± I asked.


    ¡°Let¡¯s talk when we¡¯re inside, Mrs. Westford¡± the police replied softly.


    ¡°Ok¡­¡± I said with a smile.


    Once the elevator opened, I led the policemen to the front door of my home. To my utmost surprise, the


    front door was already open wide and there were many people dressed head to toe in those white


    astronaut suits that you saw on detective and crime movies at the crime scene.


    Wait¡­the crime scene?!


    ¡°What is going on?!¡± I demanded in a panic as I turned around to face the policemen.


    ¡°Calm down, Mrs. Westford. I¡¯m sorry that I have to break it to you like this, but we do have many


    questions to ask you. Mr. Westford, your husband, has passed away,¡± the police informed me in a


    regrettable tone.


    ¡°He¡­what?¡± I said in pure disbelief.


    ¡°Your husbandmitted suicide, Madame. Sadly, he has passed away¡­¡± the police officer said


    before his lips tightened into a thin line.


    Suddenly, my head was spinning, and I felt extremely sick. I ced a hand over my mouth, and I felt


    like I was going to throw up on my empty stomach.


    ¡°That¡¯s not¡­possible¡­¡± I managed to say as I struggled to breathe.


    Seeing that it was hard for me to remain on my feet, the police led me to a chair before they waited for


    me topose myself. Once they deemed that I seemed calm enough to talk, the police officers began


    asking me questions about George. By that time, my mind was in so much shock that it had begun


    blocking out my own emotions. I replied to the police¡¯s questions monotonously as I prayed that


    everything would be over soon.


    ¡°Thank you, Madame. That will be it for today. We¡¯ll contact you if we require your assistance,¡± the


    police said with a satisfied nod.


    ¡°What will happen next?¡± I asked in a shaky voice.


    ¡°This case appears like suicide but because it is also a very high-profile case, we will conduct some


    investigations to ensure that it really was suicide,¡± the police replied evenly.


    ¡°I see¡­¡± I whispered.


    ¡°Until then, I suggest that you calm down and try to rest,¡± the police suggested.


    ¡°¡­thank you,¡± I replied softly.


    The policemen thanked me before they took their leave. The other officers were still working to secure


    the scene. Honestly, I couldn¡¯t bear to be in there any longer. Since the whole apartment was sealed off


    now, I couldn¡¯t get any clothes or anything else that I needed. It wasn¡¯t like I was in the mood to do


    anything. My head hurts and my body felt numb from shock. My lips quivered as I headed on shaky


    legs out of the penthouse suite.


    Where should I go now? Does ourwyer know about this yet?


    So many things were going through my head, and it felt like my head was about to explode into million


    pieces. Since I couldn¡¯t sleep in the penthouse anymore and not that I had the courage to. I mean,


    George just took his own life in there. I didn¡¯t see any signs of thising. He¡¯s supposed to be one of


    the happiness men on earth. He has it all: Fame, money, a beautiful wife¡­yes, that was me. What


    more could he possibly want? Is this even really happening?


    Unable to believe any of this, I raised my hand up and pped my own cheek.


    Shit! That hurt like crazy!


    Without a better option, I decided to return back to my parents¡¯ house to stay there for the night. It has


    been a while since I¡¯ve visited them, but they are undoubtedly doing well. Of course they are, given the


    amount of money that George pays them on a monthly basis just so he could keep me as his wife. I


    sighed loudly as I wondered what is going to happen to my life now that he is gone.


    --To be continued¡­

 Money Obsession

    Money Obsession


    ¡°Liam, where are you?¡± I spoke through the phone.


    ¡°Madame. I¡¯m on standby downstairs with the car. I figured¡­that you¡¯ll be going somewhere¡­¡± Liam


    said politely but I could hear the remorse in his voice.


    I hired Liam as my private driver not long after I married my husband. At first, I hesitated because I


    liked driving myself around and enjoying my privacy in the car. However, George had insisted that it


    would reflect poorly on us if I didn¡¯t have a driver to escort me to ces, especially if I was heading to a


    public event with the press around. Liam¡¯s absolute sense of responsibility made him one of the best


    decisions that I have ever made in my marriage with George where everything else sort of went wrong.


    ¡°Thank you, Liam¡­I don¡¯t know how to thank you enough,¡± I said as I felt tears creeping into my eyes.


    I¡¯m about to start crying again. Honestly, I hated crying in front of strangers, but I couldn¡¯t hold it in in


    front of the policemen earlier either. George¡¯s sudden departure was too much of a shock and sadness


    for me to bear. I took the private elevator down to the lobby where I knew that Liam would be waiting


    for me in the car.


    I felt slightly better when I entered the car. Liam didn¡¯t say anything to me, and I preferred it that way.


    Thankfully, the ride to my parent¡¯s house passed by in peaceful silence after I had told him where I


    wanted to go. Liam was being extra considerate to me. I wondered how he felt about what happened to


    George. Actually, I wasn¡¯t sure if Liam knew the whole story yet, but he was kind enough no to ask.


    ¡°Thank you, Liam. You can go back now. I¡¯ll call you tomorrow if I need you to be here,¡± I said before


    smiling sadly at him.


    ¡°I¡¯ll be on standby, Madame. Please don¡¯t hesitate to call me whenever you need me,¡± Liam replied


    before he nodded at me.


    I watched as he drove off before I turned to face the door of my parent¡¯s house. With arge sigh, I


    lifted my hand up and rang the doorbell. It was funny how I¡¯m ringing the bell to a ce that used to be


    my own house. Well, it was just a house¡­it was never a home¡­


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    One of the maids was the one who answered the door. She greeted me politely before leading me into


    the living room where my parents were waiting. From the concerned and slightly panicked look on their


    faces, I surmised that they must have heard something about George already. That wasn¡¯t surprising,


    considering the number of reporters that were there at the building.


    ¡°Elena, you have to tell us what happened,¡± my mother demanded to know the moment that I sat down


    on the sofa opposite from them.


    ¡°Is it true that George passed away?¡± my father asked.


    ¡°Yes, it¡¯s true¡­¡± I replied matter-of-factly.


    They were bound to find out about it sooner orter but for now, I had decided that I didn¡¯t want to tell


    them that it was suicide. The police said that they would investigate further as well. However, the main


    reason that I didn¡¯t want to tell them was¡­


    ¡°I know you¡¯re still sad about what just happened but¡­any ideas how much you¡¯ll get?¡± my mother


    asked without mincing her words.


    ¡°¡­What?¡± I said, stunned at ridiculous question.


    ¡°You know¡­how much will you inherit from him? You¡¯re his wife so after he passes away, you¡¯ll be the


    one who gets it all¡­¡± my mother said dreamily as her eyes opened wide.


    ¡°No worries about that, dearest. I¡¯m sure hiswyer will get it all sorted and tallied up soon. He¡¯ll let


    Elena here know soon, I bet,¡± my father said beforeughing softly.


    I looked at the two despicable people sitting opposite me on the sofa as they smiled andughed at the


    news that my husband and their son-inw had just passed away. All they were concerned about was


    how much money I would get out of it because that would mean that they would have a share in it. The


    scene of themughing gleefully that I saw through my tears truly angered me.


    For the life of me, I don¡¯t remember thest time that I was this angry. This made the anger that I felt


    parents, and they are the most money-obsessed people that I know. It wasn¡¯t like they weren¡¯t well off


    to start with and that just made their money obsession a bigger mystery for me.


    ¡­


    *** 15 Years Ago***


    Burnt rubbles were the only thing left to act as a reminder of the small two-story building that used to


    house orphans. The fire that consumed the entire building around a week agopletely damaged the


    old building. What was left of the small and old orphanage was a very small building that happened to


    survive the fire because it was set to the side and a distance away from the other building. The worn-


    out sign with faded color read ¡®Lucky Clover Home for Children¡¯.


    ¡°I¡¯m very sorry about the mess here and there. As you know, there was a fire here recently and the


    entire main building burnt down. We¡¯ve moved all the children to the smaller building on the side for


    now so it¡¯s a little cramped in there. Sorry for the inconvenience,¡± the head of the orphanage said


    humbly.


    Miss Gwen was approaching sixty and it showed in her appearance from her silver-grey hair to the


    lines on her face. She had been with the orphanage since she was in her twenties and have moved up


    the uplicated ranks from being a caretaker to the head of the small establishment. Just like the


    other orphanages around the area, the one that she managed was in constant financial crisis. The


    support from the government had been decreasing over the years and donations were rare toe by.


    --To be continued¡­

 Adoption

    Adoption


    She looked at the couple that was here today and prayed silently that they would choose to adopt one


    of the kids and provide the child with a good home. The couple had contacted her for a while now


    saying that they were interested in adopting a girl to help them get over the recent loss of their own


    daughter.


    The couple were immactely dressed in fine clothing that were notmonly seen in this small town.


    It was clear that they were wealthy and came from the city. The man in the suit had a serious


    expression on his face while his wife seemed kind and responsible.


    ¡°No worries at all. Now, about the girl that I was inquiring about over the phone¡­¡± the woman said


    before smiling politely.


    ¡°Oh, yes. Please follow me this way. I will take you to her,¡± Miss Gwen quickly said before gesturing for


    the couple to follow her.


    She led them to the smaller building that had survived the fire before leading them inside. The building


    was small and very crampedpared to the number of children that it currently housed. The


    decoration was sparse and only basic furnishing were avable. Since the fire destroyed everything in


    the main building, there were not enough beds and the children had to share.


    Miss Gwen was well prepared for the visit. She had asked the caretakers to shower and dress the girl


    up so that at least she looked presentable. It was clear that for the orphanage to survive, they had to


    get as many kips adopted as soon as possible to free up space and lower the financial burden.


    ¡°Is that her?¡± the man said as his eyes fell on a small and thin girl dressed in a flowery pink dress.


    ¡°Yes. Isn¡¯t she lovely?¡± Miss Gwen said before smiling proudly at the couple.


    Internally, she prayed that they liked what they were seeing. She prayed that the little girl would get


    adopted so that she would live a good life in the city with her new and wealthy parents.


    ¡°Come over here dear,¡± Miss Gwen called out to the girl.


    The girl turned around and came as she was beckoned. The woman bent down a little to examine the


    girl¡¯s face. The man watched his wife silently while Miss Gwen held her breath and prayed for the best.


    The woman reached out a hand and held the girl¡¯s chin in between her fingers before tipping her face


    upwards and then turning it to the left and then to the right. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the


    girl¡¯s face, taking in her features.


    ¡°She has very fine skin. Beautiful hair. Nice round eyes with longshes and a cute little mouth. Girl,


    show me your hands,¡± the woman ordered.


    Shyly, the girl slowly lifted her hands and ced them in the open palms of the woman¡¯s hand. The


    woman inspected the girl¡¯s hands and fingers before nodding.


    ¡°Her nails shape is pretty, and her fingers are not crooked. She should be fine¡­¡± the woman said as


    she turned around to report to her husband.


    The girl eyes darted between the man and woman that she had seen today for the first time. She


    wasn¡¯t scared but she felt slightly intimidated. The girl wasn¡¯t curious or confused because she knew


    exactly what these two people were here for. She knew that they were looking to adopt a child and


    perhaps today she would be adopted. These two may be her new parents.


    ¡°Does she know how to read and write?¡± the man asked.


    ¡°Yes, she does. We make sure to educate the children here,¡± Miss Gwen answered reassuringly.


    ¡°I leave it up to you to decide if she¡¯s good enough¡­¡± the man said to his wife.


    ¡°Can we get her to say a few words? I want to hear her voice,¡± the woman said.


    ¡°Of course. Samantha dear, why don¡¯t you introduce yourself?¡± Miss Gwen said with an encouraging


    smile.


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    ¡°Hello. My name is Samantha. I¡¯m 10 years old. Nice to meet you,¡± the girl said in her wlessly sweet


    voice.


    ¡°Great. From now on your name is Elena Townswell, my dear,¡± the woman said before smiling down at


    the girl.


    ¡°Onest question, just to confirm again, this girl doesn¡¯t have any living family members, is that


    correct?¡± the man asked his tone serious.


    ¡°Yes, Sir. Her parents passed away already, and they do not have any living rtives,¡± Miss Gwen


    replied truthfully.


    ¡°I guess it¡¯s done then,¡± the man said as if he had just closed a sessful business deal.


    Miss Gwen led the couple back to their car as she exined to them the next steps for the adoption


    along the way. Some documents needed to be sorted out for the formal adoption to go through.


    ¡°You can pick her up in a few days or whenever it is convenient for you,¡± Miss Gwen said before smiling


    warmly at the couple.


    ¡°We¡¯ll pick her up in two days. Please get her ready,¡± the woman replied as she got into the car.


    ¡°Of course. Thank you so much for adopting one of ours,¡± Miss Gwen said.


    The couple did not reply before driving off. Miss Gwen sighed in relief. At least one girl had been


    adopted and that meant one less mouth to feed. She headed back into the building where another


    caretaker was waiting for her.


    ¡°We¡¯re so lucky that the girl didn¡¯t suffer any visible injuries during the fire¡­¡± the caretaker said.


    ¡°Yes. They only checked her face and hands so thankfully they didn¡¯t see the wound on her back. It¡¯s


    nothing big or scary but some people can be so picky you know¡­¡± Miss Gwen said before rolling her


    eyes upwards.


    ¡°Let¡¯s hope they don¡¯t make a fuss when they find out about itter. I hope the wound doesn¡¯t leave a


    scar though¡­¡± the other woman replied.


    ¡°It¡¯s unfortunate that the boy that saved her is still unconscious,¡± Miss Gwen said before biting her


    lower lip.


    ¡°Yes. That¡¯s true. I wished they had a chance to say goodbye to each other. After she gets adopted,


    they probably won¡¯t ever get to see each other again,¡± the other woman replied sadly.


    ¡°That¡¯s just how things are. Hopefully he will get better soon. He¡¯s been in the hospital for around a


    week already¡­¡± Miss Gwen said before a frown creased her brows.


    --To be continued¡­

 A New Life

    A New Life


    A few dayster, the couple that came to see me in the orphanage returned and I was taken back


    along with them. I didn¡¯t have any belongings and I left the orphanage with pretty much all that I had


    on. While in the back seat of their car, I looked through the back window at the orphanage as the car


    was driving away. Somehow, I had a feeling that I would never ever return to this ce. Generally, I


    was over the moon happy, I was able to leave without any regrets except for one: I didn¡¯t get to say


    good bye to the older guy that saved me from the fire.


    Goodbye big brother¡­we probably won¡¯t ever see each other again¡­


    When I thought that a single drop of tear rolled down my cheek and I secretly wiped it away so that the


    couple wouldn¡¯t see me crying. Honestly, after that day I was too busy adapting and living my new life


    that the thought of that big brother never crossed my mind again for a very long while. He became part


    of the old life that I had to leave behind.


    The ride to my new home was a very long one and somewhere along the journey I fell asleep in the


    car. When I woke up, we had already arrived. I remembered the shock that I felt at the size and beauty


    of the house that I would call home. The woman opened the door for me and gestured with her hand


    for me to get out of the car.


    ¡°Someonee here! Take his girl and shower her properly. Make sure she is clean and well-dressed


    before dinner,¡± the woman who was now supposed to be my new mother said.


    Without saying anything to me the two of them left me standing there and entered the house. Soon


    enough a middle-aged woman dressed in a ck maid uniform came and took me by the hand. She


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    took me inside the house and directly to a veryrge bathroom where she bathed and cleaned me. I


    was amazed at the size of the house and its wonderful decoration. My real mother used to work in a


    house like this, but it was much bigger and much more sparkly. I¡¯ve been there with her many times


    before when she worked, and I had time off from school. This house in front of me was pretty but


    smaller than that one and less majestic. However, it was still a nice house and much better than the


    orphanage. I wondered if I would have my own bed.


    I never dreamt that I would get to live in a house like this. After the bath, the maid dressed me in a


    pretty and very soft light pink dress before clipping on a matching bow into my hair. She showed me to


    a mirror where I could see my own reflection from head to toe. I couldn¡¯t help smiling a little at my own


    reflection. The dress made me look and feel like a little princess.


    The maid led me down to the dining room where arge table was set, and my new parents were


    waiting for me in their seat. The woman took me to my seat and helped me sit down. The food in front


    of me looked extremely tasty and smelled appetizing. It made my mouth water and I suddenly felt very


    hungry.


    ¡°We are all here so we can start eating,¡± mother said.


    ¡°Thank you¡­¡± I said softly.


    When I began eating, I could feel her eyes on me while my father didn¡¯t pay me much attention. She


    observed me all throughout the meal until I was done eating. No one said anything while we ate. It was


    when the maids had cleared the dishes away that my mother started to speak.


    ¡°We have to work on your table manners along with everything else but that¡¯s ok. You have a pretty


    face and if nothing else that can be your saving grace,¡± mother said.


    I didn¡¯t know what to think about what she said. Honestly, I felt confused, but she did say that I had a


    pretty face, so I guess all was well and good. Whatever she said next, I just nodded my head.


    ¡°If you understand what I¡¯m saying, I want you to say ¡®yes, mother¡¯,¡± she said.


    ¡°Yes, mother,¡± I replied obediently.


    I didn¡¯t care back then if what she told me was right or wrong. It also didn¡¯t matter if I liked it or not.


    What mattered was that my new parents were satisfied so that they wouldn¡¯t send me back to the


    orphanage. I heard before that children who were adopted and sent back would never be adopted ever


    again. Honestly, I was scared.


    ¡°From now on you will live as our daughter. I had a daughter who unfortunately passed away recently.


    You will take her name and live a life that would make us proud. Your name is now Elena Townswell,¡±


    she said as her eyes watched me intently.


    ¡°Yes, mother,¡± I said.


    The years went by, and I grew up. My parents invested a lot of money into me by sending me to the


    best schools and the best sses. I learnt everything that was necessary to hold my ce in high


    society from dancing, singing, ying the piano, cooking on top of regr school courses. At the age


    of sixteen, I sessfully entered a highlypetitive school for girls. Basically, it was a school famous


    for educating and grooming youngdies to be the perfect wives to their future perfect and rich


    husbands.


    It was a little before that time that I had figured out that the ultimate goal of my parents was to marry


    me off to a very wealthy man all for our own benefit. Everyone in the school all talked about their


    dreams of marrying their dream husband. Their dream husband coincidentally all had the same


    characteristics. He had to be rich, famous, and if possible, handsome. For the first time, I understood


    what this beautiful face and figure of mine was made for.


    --To be continued¡­

 Superficial Perfection

    Superficial Perfection


    ¡°Having a nice figure and a beautiful face sure is nice. I wished my eyes were as pretty as yours and


    myshes as long¡­¡± one of my friends said before she sighed.


    ¡°That¡¯s right and your waist is so slim all the time no matter how much you eat. How do you manage to


    control your weight?¡± another girl asked curiously as they both stared at me from across the tea table.


    Having afternoon tea with the girls was part of how we spent our school time in the afternoon. It was to


    ensure that we knew how to properly socialize and practice our manners at the same time. By this time,


    I was so used to receiving thesepliments on my looks that it no longer surprised me or made me


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    feel happy about it.


    Despite how people tend topliment me on my looks, I never once felt proud of these traits that I


    was born with. I didn¡¯t put any effort in making sure that my eyes were round and wide or for myshes


    to be long. I was simply born like this and coincidentally how I looked happened to match with society¡¯s


    perception of beauty. In other words, I was born lucky¡­or so I had thought. Exactly because I didn¡¯t do


    anything, I didn¡¯t feel like I had achieved anything at all in my life so far.


    ¡°You should eat healthy food and fruits. Cutting down on cream and scones might be a good start for a


    slim waist, don¡¯t you think?¡± I replied teasingly before smiling warmly at them.


    ¡°Piano ss is so boring. I prefer cooking so much better,¡± one of the girls said.


    ¡°If you can y a couple of pieces, that will be good enough to pass¡­¡± I said truthfully.


    The thing that I had figured out about these sses was that they weren¡¯t designed to teach us to


    master any real skill. Rather, they were designed to quickly teach us just enough to impress our future


    husband and his family. For instance, you could pass the piano ss if you can y a few ssical


    showcase pieces that would make you look good if you performed them at a family gathering of sorts.


    Essentially, practicing those few pieces until you learnt it by muscle memory was good enough for you


    to graduate from the course. There were cases of girls passing the course even though they couldn¡¯t


    really read the notes on the score paper.


    The same applied to the other sses as well. For instance, you could pass cooking if you could cook


    all the menu on a particr course from starters, main, and dessert. If you practiced cooking those


    repeated menus enough, anyone could pass. That didn¡¯t mean that you could cook anything else off


    the menu or that you understood anything about the basics of cooking.


    All in all, I quickly came to realize how superficial everything that we were learning was. That realization


    led me to realize that whatever life was waiting for us after graduation and our marriage to our ideal


    husband would also be fake and superficial at best. I spent the final year of my high school faking every


    single smile andugh. Since I had figured out that everything was meaningless, I lived my life in a


    meaningless way as well.


    Unsurprisingly, the concept of love wasn¡¯t something that was taught or ever talked about on the school


    grounds. I figured out a whileter that love was a dangerous concept that would threaten the very


    foundation that the school and the parents have worked so hard to jointly create. That¡¯s right, love


    could make you rebellious and could lead you astray.


    Love could be misced and make matching us girls with our potential husband more difficult.


    Therefore, love was not necessary and not spoken of or encouraged. I woulde to learn about love,


    lost, and betrayalter on when I entered university.


    ¡­


    So far, I have devoted my life to ying the role of the perfect daughter that my adoptive parents


    wanted. I had to admit that having no one left in my life apart from them, made me that much more


    desperate to please them. I fought very hard on a daily basis for their acknowledgement. The small nod


    that my father would give me when I showed him some honorary award that I had won from school


    used to be the highlight of my life.


    Whenever my mother¡¯s friends woulde over and they wouldpliment me in front of her for my


    beautiful looks and my perfect mannerism, my mother would smile proudly. She was happy to show me


    off in front of her friends. Although that made me feel slightly ufortable, I was fine with it as long


    as it made her happy. The undeniable fact was that I didn¡¯t know where I would be and what harsh life I


    would be living today if these two people did not adopt me that day.


    However, there were some things, although very few, that I refused to give up on. One of that had to do


    with the scar on my back that had refused to disappear from my younger days. No matter what, I didn¡¯t


    feelfortable getting itpletely erased.


    ¡°When are you going to get that hideous scarsered off? You keep putting it off!¡± my mother nagged in


    a loud voice.


    In my own defense, the scar wasn¡¯t anywhere near ¡®hideous¡¯. Over the years the scar had naturally


    faded into nothing more than a patch that was slightly lighter in color than my skin tone. Furthermore,


    the scar was located where the back of my bra would usually cover some of it anyways. So, unless, I


    was seenpletely naked, it was very unlikely that anyone would ever see it.


    ¡°It¡¯s gotten better already. I don¡¯t think it¡¯s necessary to undergo any procedures,¡± I replied meekly.


    ¡°That¡¯s not good enough. What are you going to do if your future suitors mind? They¡¯ll turn you down


    because of this scar on your back!¡± my mother spat as she glowered at me.


    ¡°I don¡¯t want topletely remove it¡­please¡­¡± I pleaded softly.


    --To be continued¡­

 Holding on to the Past

    Holding on to the Past


    ¡°If you want a perfect husband, you have to start by being a perfect bride! Listen to me!¡± my mother


    started shouting.


    I knew that the reason why I was hanging on to this scar didn¡¯t make any sense at all, but I just couldn¡¯t


    bring myself to erase it.


    ¡°I have a headache. I¡¯m going to sleep now; I have a test tomorrow¡­¡± I mumbled before turning away.


    ¡°You can¡¯t avoid this forever! Elena!¡± my mother shouted after me.


    I ran up the stairs as quickly as I could and headed for the sanctuary of my own bedroom. Closing the


    door behind me and locking it firmly so that I could hide away from my mother. Her shouting seemed


    far away now. Running away was the option that I always chose so that I wouldn¡¯t have to fight with her


    directly. She¡¯ll get busy with other things, and she¡¯ll forget about this scar on my back.


    After entering the bathroom, I started stripping in front of the mirror. Turning my back towards the mirror


    and ncing over my shoulder, I could see the thin patch of scar on my back from the reflection in the


    mirror. True, it wasn¡¯t hideously ugly, but it was still a scar. I got this scar from the fire that burnt down


    the entire orphanage building. Honestly, I remembered very little about the events of that day.


    Whenever I tried to recall what had happened, I would get an unbearable headache. Ultimately, I


    stopped trying to recall it all together. After all, there was absolutely no good reason to recall what had


    happened in the past without a way to go back to fix it.


    Although, I didn¡¯t remember anything much about that day, I remembered that an older guy saved me


    from the fire and because of that he was hospitalized after the incident. Apart from the burn on my back


    and other small cuts here and there, I had no other noteworthy injuries. That was probably because of


    him shielding me from the fire. Whenever, I looked at or ran my fingertips on the scar, I would be


    reminded of him.


    It''s ironic but this scar is the only thing that I had left to remind me of my previous life at the orphanage


    and the only thing that I had to remember my savior by. The truth was that I didn¡¯t even remember his


    name or his face clearly anymore. As the years went by, I remembered less and less about him until I


    forgot about him almostpletely. What did he look like? What did his voice sound like? How gentle


    was his touch when he held my hand?


    I couldn¡¯t recall anything¡­


    It made me wonder if I erased this scar, would I lose all connections that I had to my past and to him?


    It scared me for reasons that I couldn¡¯t quite understand myself. After being adopted, I never went back


    to the orphanage again because I knew that I wasn¡¯t allowed to even without asking. To my parents,


    the fact that I was adopted was something shameful.


    ¡°Don¡¯t ever let anyone find out that you were adopted. They¡¯ll look down on you,¡± my mother warned


    sternly.


    ¡°Yes, mother,¡± I replied obediently.


    ¡°I¡¯ve erased all records about your time before and at the orphanage. No one will ever find out unless


    you let it leak from your mouth. Never tell this to anyone, are we clear?¡± my father said with a serious


    look on his face.


    I found him very intimidating when I was younger. He was taciturn and he always spoke sternly and in a


    low voice. Even mother was secretly scared of him and lived her life by his every word.


    ¡°Yes, father,¡± I replied with a slight nod of my head.


    Whether it was because of my father¡¯s influence or not, I wasn¡¯t sure, but no one ever asked me about


    my background. No one suspected that I was adopted and even if they did, no one ever voiced it by


    asking me. It was like I grew up and filled my new identity of being their precious daughter perfectly.


    ¡­


    I graduated from high school with almost perfect grades and at the top of my ss. My parents were


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    proud of that fact and didn¡¯t waste time to publicize it to their friends and business partners. Soon


    enough, various men started turning up to our house to have dinner with my parents. Whenever these


    men came, I would be invited to have dinner along with them.


    All the men were older and visibly extremely wealthy and famous. To wee them, I would be


    dressed up perfectly. My mother became extra strict about my appearance and how I behaved myself


    in front of these men.


    ¡°Back straight and make sure that you speak in a sweet and respectful tone. Never wear the same set


    of clothes in front these men. For tonight¡¯s dinner, you will y the piano to entertain our guest. I know


    you can do this. I¡¯m leaving it all in your hands, Elena,¡± my mother said happily as shebed my long


    hair.


    ¡°Yes, mother,¡± I replied with the exact words that she expected to hear.


    If I recalled correctly, I was 16 when the first man came to have dinner at our home. From then on,


    more of them came for casual visits. By the time that I turned 18, various men of this nature would turn


    up for dinner at our house almost every single day without break.


    It wasn¡¯t a secret or a mystery to me why these men came to visit. After all, we were taught at school


    about this matchmaking procedure. Of course, until I reached the age of 18, none of the men would


    seriously consider me for their wife. That didn¡¯t stop them from dropping by to see me in person to keep


    me on their list of potential wives for the future though.


    ¡°What do you think of Mr. Whitley? He¡¯s very famous and rich. He¡¯s from a long line of aristocrats and


    his family business has done well for generations,¡± my mother asked as she smiled at me.


    --To be continued¡­

 The Richer the Better

    The Richer the Better


    ¡°He is a nice person,¡± I replied tly.


    They were all nice. They were nice to me just like I had to be nice to them. Superficially nice.


    Just like I never showed my true self to them, I suspected that none of them ever showed their true self


    to me. I wasn¡¯t sure how my parents expected me to consider marriage to any of these men when we


    both didn¡¯t know anything about the other. Of course, I kept all these thoughts locked away in my own


    mind without ever voicing them.


    Getting married right away after graduating from high school wasn¡¯t what I wanted. Although the other


    girls in my ss viewed it as the highest form of achievement to get engaged right after graduation, I


    had other ns for myself. I had been thinking about this for a while now and after almost a year of


    thinking, I have finally found a way to convince my parents to send me to university.


    Unlike the popr majors that other girls were aiming for such as the arts or design, I wanted to study


    business. It was still a faraway dream, but I had hoped that one day I could start a small business of my


    own. I felt like I had a genuine interest in business and that if I worked hard at it, I could achieve


    something for myself through my efforts. Selling that story to my parents wasn¡¯t going to work though.


    ¡°My friends got engaged recently and her suitors honestly weren¡¯t that great. Her fianc¨¦ isn¡¯t even that


    rich or famous. He¡¯s also much older and I don¡¯t think that he¡¯s taking her seriously,¡± I started


    Little by little, I wouldin to her about the guys that my friends were seeing and their fianc¨¦s.


    Most of my stories were true while some I admittingly spiced it up a bit to get my mother¡¯s attention.


    Unfortunately, unlike my friends, I did not enjoy the attention that I was getting from my suitors.


    Thankfully, all the men were respectful in their approaches; however, I wasn¡¯t interested in forming any


    type of rtionship with them.


    ¡°Really? Why is that? Your friends are from your school, right?¡± my mother asked with concern.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know. Maybe it¡¯s just too soon for them to get engaged. Won¡¯t they meet better guys if they


    went to university?¡± I asked while trying to slowly get my point across.


    To my surprise, father walked in suddenly at that moment and sat down on the sofa as if he wanted to


    join in in our conversation. My eyes widened a little at his unusual behavior. My mother had the same


    reaction as me because it wasn¡¯t often that he would join us.


    ¡°I think Elena should go to university before we find her a suitable husband,¡± my father stated


    emotionlessly.


    It was like light was shining down on me from the heavens above after he had spoken. Finally, he¡¯s


    seeing things the way that I saw it.


    ¡°Why? That would just dy her wedding¡­¡± my mother asked in confusion.


    That¡¯s the main point, exactly. I didn¡¯t want to get married so soon¡­


    ¡°Elena will get a more qualified husband if he graduates from a top university. She¡¯ll likely meet some


    other potential marriage candidates during her time at university as well,¡± my father replied.


    Right. That was exactly the story that I wanted to sell. The only reason they would send me to


    university is if they believed that I would be able to get a richer husband that way. Whatever works¡­


    ¡°Exactly. I also think that that would be the case¡­¡± I quickly agreed.


    My mother still looked unconvinced, but I knew that she wouldn¡¯t say anything to directly counter father


    and his ideas. Everything was up to my father to decide, and I prayed that this time he would side with


    me. Just this once¡­please!


    ¡°It¡¯s up to you though. If you can¡¯t get into a good university then you¡¯ll get married to whoever I deem


    suitable right after your graduation,¡± my father said without so much as looking my way.


    ¡°What about my university major?¡± I asked for rification.


    ¡°What do you have in mind?¡± my father asked and this time his eyes fell on me.


    I gulped nervously and I steeled my nerves.


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    ¡°I want to study business¡­¡± I replied.


    My mother gasped in shock at my seemingly outrageous idea. Clearly, she was expecting me to


    choose the arts like visual arts, performance arts or music.


    ¡°Why is that?¡± my father asked immediately. I could tell that he was slightly surprised.


    My true reason probably wouldn¡¯t be eptable, so I had to tell him what I thought he wanted to hear.


    It was a great thing that I had prepared the reasons beforehand.


    ¡°I think that there¡¯s a high chance that I¡¯ll meet many rich heirs to leading corporations there. It¡¯s not


    umon for people to start dating during university and get married after graduation, right? And even


    if I don¡¯t marry any of my ssmates, having a degree from a prestigious university would make many


    more men interested in me,¡± I said before smiling calctingly at my father.


    ¡°Correct. If you get epted, I¡¯ll let you go to university,¡± my father said with a satisfied smile.


    ¡°Really?¡± I asked in pure disbelief.


    ¡°Really¡­but don¡¯t ever forget why I¡¯m sending you there,¡± my father said and there was a hint of a


    warning in his voice.


    ¡°Yes, father,¡± I replied obediently.


    It didn¡¯t matter what he wanted me to do. I was prepared to do everything for a chance to go to


    university. From then on, I worked hard on my university applications and interviews. The fact that I had


    good grades really helped me. With a mix of hard work and miraculously good luck, I was epted into


    one of the leading universities in the country.


    Back then, I thought that if that was what my parents wanted of me then they could have it. I would


    be the perfect wife and I would marry the perfect husband. Marrying a rich man and living my life


    in endlessfort didn¡¯t sound like such a bad way to live my life.


    --To be continued¡­

 The Start of Everything

    The Start of Everything


    ***Back to the Present***


    ¡°Listen, I¡¯m tired. Can we discuss this again tomorrow or another day?¡± I whined.


    ¡°Sure¡­¡± my mother replied.


    ¡°Everything should turn out just as we expected anyways so there¡¯s not much to discuss¡­¡± father said


    with confidence.


    ¡°I¡¯m going to my room¡­¡± I said softly as I slowly got up from my seat.


    My bedroom was on the second floor. It was the same room that I had since the first day that I moved


    into the house all those years ago. I used that room up until the day that I married George and moved


    out of the house. Of course, during university I moved out for a bit to live closer to the university but


    that was about it.


    ¡°Sleep well daughter dear! When you wake up, you¡¯ll be a billionaire!¡± my mother called cheerfully after


    me.


    I rolled my eyes, knowing that they wouldn¡¯t be able to see my reaction with my back turned towards


    them. Without bothering to turn around, I continued on my way to my bedroom. Their sounds of joyous


    floor.


    Those two are going to experience the shock of their lives tomorrow when they find out the truth. Let¡¯s


    see who¡¯s going to be faster. Me waking up and telling them or the news report in the morning.


    Finally, I arrived at my bedroom. Quickly, I opened the door and marched in before closing and locking


    the door firmly behind. This room just feels like a tiny world on its own where I could hide away from the


    chaos and everything else that was going on in the world outside. Reality was harsh for me and for a


    while, I just wanted to hide away in this room just like I did when I was a kid.


    A few steps on my shaky legs took me to my bed where Iy down on my stomach, burying my face


    into the pillow. I closed my eyes and willed for all of this to be just a bad dream. Everything since the


    moment that I was adopted by them until the moment that I discovered that George had taken his own


    life. Please just let everything be just a nightmare. Please¡­just let me wake up¡­


    It wasn¡¯t long before the tears that I had been desperately holding it came bursting forth. I wailed and


    cried into the pillow to silence myself. Why is this happening to my life? I tried my best to do what my


    parents wanted and look where I ended up because of it. At only 25, I was on the verge of getting a


    divorced and then suddenly, I am not a widow.


    I think I¡¯ve never cried this hard in my life. I cried with a mix of anger and frustration at the cruel hand


    that fate had dealt me in this life. I cried for all the times I had to follow my parent¡¯s whims just so that


    they would ept me as their daughter. I cried for my failure of a marriage with George and the fact


    that he hadpletely abandoned me to move on to thend of the dead and his next life. I cried for


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    myself and my failure to know any better.


    It was true that I didn¡¯t want to spend my life with George anymore. I wanted to get a divorce so that


    our charade of a happy marriage could finallye to an end. I didn¡¯t want him to be a part of my life


    anymore and neither did I want to be a part of his. However, throughout it all, I never wished for George


    to pass away and definitely not like this. Even if he used me and sold me, I wished that he was still


    alive so that I could punish him and make him owe up to what he¡¯s done. It saddened and angered me


    at the same time that he used death to unfairly escape like this.


    Soon after our marriage, when I discovered George¡¯s gambling habits, I saw the start of the end of our


    happy marriage life. It all came too soon, and I didn¡¯t want to believe it so much so that I started fooling


    myself that everything was fine. I ignored all the little signs. At first his losses weren¡¯t all too bad and it


    didn¡¯t impact our financial status at all or so I had thought. I never dreamt that his gambling addiction


    would lead him to betraying me in the worst possible way.


    ¡­


    **Yesterday Evening**


    Spending the day at home rxing after a spa treatment in the morning was not a bad idea. My skin


    feels fresh and smooth, thanks to the treatment and the scrub. My nails were done in a sparkling shade


    of red that I liked. The imported tea in my teacup smelled and tasted perfect. I sighed as I rxed into


    the leather sofa before closing my eyes, feeling the bliss of a perfect life.


    Tomorrow, I would get my hair done in the early afternoon before heading to my favorite brand boutique


    to pick up a few handbags that I had ordered and a few pairs of shoes that I got tailored. Although I


    enjoyed these luxurious items and staying ahead of the fashion trend, it was admittingly part of my job


    as George¡¯s wife to y the perfect socialite. The more connections I made with other wives and


    woman in the high circle of society, the better George does at his business. It was not a bad life.


    My phone vibrated signaling that a text message had arrived. Peering at my phone screen, I saw a text


    from George. It was rare for my husband to text me ande to think of it, I wasn¡¯t sure where he was


    right now or where he went for the day. That wasn¡¯t unusual and it no longer bothered me anymore.


    Neither did the fact that he didn¡¯te home on some nights or the fact that he spent the night in


    another women¡¯s bed. Nothing mattered anymore.


    --To be continued¡­

 Kiss from the Past

    Kiss from the Past


    The text message was simple. He asked me to meet him at a certain hotel suite to entertain a client


    that he was meeting. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Most of the time if George had a meeting or


    dinner with a client and the client¡¯s wife or girl came along, it was almost mandatory for me to be there


    to entertain them both.


    There wasn¡¯t a lot of time left until the meeting, so I went to work on dressing up immediately. I picked


    out a mourous red dress with a slightly sexy vibe that came straight off this season¡¯s fashion runway


    and paired it with matching red high heel shoes. Red dresses go well with rubies, diamonds, and red


    lipstick. By the time that I was done, my driver was already waiting for me to take me to the hotel where


    George was waiting.


    The hotel was one of the most luxurious in the city and the only one connected to a casino and mall. All


    owned by the samepany, the luxury hotel, casino and mall were the top destination for


    entertainment for people in the country and worldwide. I knew that George and some of his friends


    liked to gamble here but I¡¯ve never been to the presidential suite of this hotel before.


    When I arrived, the hotel staff seemed to be expecting me because she quickly led me to a private


    elevator that took me up swiftly to the top floor of the hotel where the presidential suite was located.


    The client must be extremely wealthy and important to secure a meeting ce like this but then again


    most of George¡¯s clients were like this.


    The staff left me immediately after the elevator had opened at the designated floor. It seems that there


    was only one room on the entire floor, and I pushed the button to ring the bell politely to announce my


    arrival.


    The door made a clicking sound as it was pushed opened from the inside. I stered one of my most


    gorgeous smile on my face to greet the client but before I could say anything in greeting, my wrist and


    my waist were grabbed roughly, and my body was being hauled into the room. Shocked at this sudden


    development, I let out a small cry of surprise as I found myself in the room with the door closed and


    locked behind me.


    The room was dimly lit with orange light, and I couldn¡¯t see very well at first. I knew right away that the


    man who had just pinned my back against the door wasn¡¯t my husband. It all happened so fast that the


    next thing I knew I was trapped between the man and the closed door with his lips were crushing


    against mine. He expertly pinned my wrist to the door as his other hand held my chin so that I couldn¡¯t


    escape from his aggressive and demanding kiss. His lips on mine were warm and so was his wet


    tongue when it thrusted in between my lips into the depths of my mouth.


    Struggling against him proved to bepletely useless. Although, I couldn¡¯t see him clearly, I knew


    from his body pressing against me that he was muscr and very tall. His tongue moved restlessly as


    he explored every nook and cranny of my mouth before dancing around with my tongue yfully. He¡¯s


    a good kisser, I¡¯ll give him that.


    Many questions entered my mind while the man was busy kissing me. First, where the hell is George?


    Second, who is this man? Not just anyone could book a presidential suite on top of this hotel. Third,


    how do I get away from him?


    The kiss quickly got deeper and more heated as he began sucking on my tongue while his hand slowly


    ran down from my neck to the curve of my chest. He groaned seductively into my mouth, and I heard


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    myself let out a soft moan. The man pressed his body closer to mine as he pushed me up against the


    closed door before wedging his thigh in between my legs. He pushed his leg up against my pussy and I


    moaned into his kiss. Whoever this man is, he¡¯s very good at this and he knows exactly what he¡¯s


    doing.


    Although I enjoyed his kisses, it was probably about time that I bit his tongue off. I can always


    apologizeter and bat my fake eyshes if he turns out to be some ultra-influential guy. Not that any


    bastard who did this should get off the hook.


    Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered opened and I squinted my eyes as my eyes adjusted to the


    light. The sight before me made me gasp in disbelief.


    ¡°Surprised?¡± a deep man¡¯s voice asked mockingly.


    What the hell¡­


    ¡°Brandon¡­wait¡­why are you here?¡± I asked still breathless from shock and his passionate kisses.


    I couldn¡¯t believe my eyes at first. Even though, I knew that he was still alive, for me, it might as well


    have been like seeing a ghost. Because for me, this man should have been nothing more than a ghost


    in my life after he left me around two years ago. My mouth hung open at the sight before me.


    Ash blond hair with striking grey eyes. These eyes were the eyes that I fell so madly in love with. These


    eyes that seemed like they could see through and understand everything and everyone. Blue suit and


    matching pants with his signature ck turtleneck sweater. This is Brandon, the CEO andrgest


    shareholder of Renox Corporation, thergest IT securitypany in the world. Basically, he¡¯s the


    owner of the whole Renox empire. He started thispany from scratch on top of inheriting his family¡¯s


    I should have known when I received the address. Why didn¡¯t I notice it earlier? Brandon¡­he owns this


    hotel, casino, the mall, and all.


    Shit. Where did all my braincells go?


    Unfortunately, he¡¯s also my ex-boyfriend from my university days¡­


    --To be continued¡­

 Fated Reunion

    Fated Reunion


    ¡°Why do you look so shocked? I¡¯ve been looking forward to our reunion for all this time,¡± Brandon said


    before shing me an enchanting smile.


    ¡°What are you going on about?¡± I snapped as I red at him.


    ¡°Why don¡¯t we sit down and talk first before¡­¡± he said before trailing off as his hands gestured to the


    Why am I talking to him? I should just turn and leave. I could see the king-sized bed through the ajar


    door to the bedroom connected to this living room. However, just like all those times before, my body


    couldn¡¯t move when I felt his stone-grey eyes looking directly at me.


    Brandon¡¯s hand snaked out and quickly grabbed my wrist before he dragged me behind him, leading


    me to the sofa. He pushed me softly onto one of the seats before he took his seat opposite from me.


    The sight of him sitting crossed legged with the fingers of his handsced together reminded me of the


    past that we share.


    ¡°It¡¯s been a while since west met, Elena. Around two years now?¡± Brandon asked needlessly.


    ¡°Why are you here? Where is my husband?¡± I snapped at him.


    ¡°Your husband? That loser won¡¯t be turning up¡­¡± Brandon replied without a care.


    ¡°What is going on...?¡± I asked as I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously.


    Instead of answering my question, Brandon narrowed his eyes and stood up from the sofa.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to pretend that you¡¯re in love with your husband when you¡¯re not¡­¡± he said with a


    chuckle.


    How does he know about that?


    ¡°He¡¯s still my husband¡­¡± I said defensively.


    ¡°Is that the only thing holding you back?¡± Brandon asked as he cocked his head slightly to the side and


    smiled at me.


    I used to think that it was so adorable when he did that but not anymore.


    ¡°What are you saying?¡± I asked.


    ¡°If it is, then you don¡¯t have to hold back anymore. That man, he¡¯s no longer your husband,¡± Brandon


    said with a smirk.


    He pulled out some papers and threw them onto the table between us. I gasped in shock when I saw


    the title on the papers. Divorce papers¡­and it¡¯s signed by my husband. My husband wants to divorce


    me?


    ¡°What have you done?¡± I snapped as my hands quickly picked up the divorce papers.


    ¡°Me? I just granted you the freedom that you long for, Elena,¡± Brandon said with a proud smile.


    This man¡­he¡¯s just as crazy and reckless like before¡­


    ¡°This is crazy¡­I¡¯m going home!¡± I cried out loudly.


    ¡°You can¡¯t. Our business here is far from over. The night has just started¡­¡± Brandon said, clearly


    amused.


    ¡°What do you want?¡± I snapped at him.


    ¡°Don¡¯t you already know what I want?¡± Brandon asked as his eyes nced over to the bedroom.


    Does he truly expect me to sleep with him just because he got George to finally sign the divorce


    papers? Is that it?


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    ¡°You know, it was good meeting you after all this time, but I will have to politely decline your offer,¡± I


    replied as I stared at him pointedly.


    Brandon threw back his head andughed loudly at me. Heughed so hard that I thought he was


    going to choke and die. His face turned slightly pink, and I watched in annoyance before I got up and


    headed straight for the door. I could hear hisughter from behind me as my hand grabbed the door


    handle and turned it.


    It¡¯s lock. What? Wasn¡¯t it supposed to open from the inside? I started to panic a little as my hands tried


    to figure out the locking mechanism of the door.


    ¡°It won¡¯t unlock unless I order it to. This suite, my princess, is exclusively used by me. It is never rented


    out to any guests. Don¡¯t worry, I don¡¯t me you for not knowing that,¡± Brandon exined casually.


    I was too busy trying to unlock the door that I didn¡¯t realize that Brandon had approached me until he


    had leaned his body against my back with a hand pressed t on the door next to my face. He¡¯s too


    close.


    ¡°In case you haven¡¯t figured it out, you won¡¯t be able to leave this room until morninges. That or


    until I¡¯m satisfied with you, whicheveres first,¡± Brandon said as his hands slid down my body and


    held my hand gently.


    What game is he ying? Why is he doing this?


    ¡°Why are you doing this?¡± I asked bluntly.


    Clearly, he didn¡¯t go through all this trouble just to sleep with me? What is he thinking?


    ¡°Nothing really. I¡¯m just collecting on my end of a bet that I won,¡± Brandon replied calmly as he slowly


    dragged me back to the sofa.


    Slowly he pushed me down onto the sofa and sat next to me. His hand was still holding mine and his


    touch was surprisingly gentle.


    ¡°What bet?¡± I asked.


    ¡°Oh, your husband didn¡¯t tell you? Allow me to exin then¡­¡± Brandon said as his hand started


    stroking up long my arm.


    ¡­


    **A few hours earlier**


    George visited Brandon¡¯s casino often along with his other clients and was pleasantly surprised to be


    introduced to Brandon here. The owner of the casino did not join his customers very often and it was


    always an attraction of sorts when Brandon decided to y.


    George had lost a lot of money at the casino after he¡¯d been gambling all day and was desperately


    looking for a way to turn his luck around. He believed that he just needed a stroke of luck to win big to


    gain back all that he¡¯d lost. That was when Brandon joined him at the poker table and offered to make a


    bet with him that he couldn¡¯t turn down.


    ¡°Want to y?¡± Brandon asked casually just like a kid would ask his ymate to y with him.


    ¡°It¡¯s an honor for you to join us. What do you want to y?¡± George said as he watched the younger


    man sitting opposite him.


    ¡°What about something based on pure luck?¡± Brandon suggested.


    --To be continued¡­

 Winning Me

    Winning Me


    ¡°What do you have in mind?¡± George asked, clearly interested.


    ¡°One card. Whoever has the highest card wins. Simple, right?¡± Brandon said with a yful smile.


    ¡°How much do you want to bet?¡± George asked.


    ¡°I have too much money already so it¡¯s a little boring,¡± Brandon said as heughed softly.


    ¡°What do you want?¡± George asked, sensing that Brandon already had something in mind.


    ¡°Let¡¯s see. What about a night with your beautiful wife?¡± Brandon suggested as he rested his chin on


    his hands and smiled innocently.


    George didn¡¯t quite understand Brandon¡¯s obsession with Elena, but he was more than ready to use


    that to his advantage. Since they had gotten in touch to discuss Brandon¡¯s interest to invest in some of


    his funds, George had realized that Brandon had asked or spoken about his wife quite frequently. He


    knew that his wife was very attractive, so it probably wasn¡¯t unusual if Brandon had developed a liking


    to her. Although he had no idea if Brandon had ever met Elena in person before or not. They¡¯ve


    probably never met but he must have seen her featured in the various magazines and tabloids when


    she attended public events like she often did.


    ¡°You want Elena? I don¡¯t quite understand why you¡¯re so obsessed with her,¡± George said, without


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    bothering to hide his apparent surprise.


    ¡°I don¡¯t either,¡± Brandon replied with a careless shrug.


    ¡°You¡¯re quite funny,¡± George said softly.


    ¡°Do we have a deal?¡± Brandon asked.


    ¡°Depends on what you¡¯re offering to bet in return,¡± George replied, knowing well how to negotiate.


    ¡°What about¡­this casino, this hotel, this entire business, and all assets to my name?¡± Brandon said, all


    smiles.


    ¡°Are you crazy?¡± George asked although he was excited about the proposal.


    ¡°Isn¡¯t that what they always say about me?¡± Brandon said with an amusedugh.


    George knew well what everyone said about Brandon. This guy was crazy and reckless to the core.


    ¡°You¡¯ll keep your word?¡± George asked to make sure.


    Brandon could sense the greed from George, and he knew that he had already won this bet. His mind


    was already thinking about how he would spend the timeter tonight with Elena. After all, they haven¡¯t


    met for around two years now. He wondered if she had changed. She probably has, and that excited


    him more than anything. Without a care in the world, he started smiling to himself as he thought of the


    pleasurable night that was waiting for him.


    ¡°Of course. I always do. There are plenty of witnesses here too so we¡¯ll both have to keep our words¡±


    Brandon said as he gestured with his hands to the onlookers that had flocked to surround their table.


    ¡°Deal,¡± George said with a smile.


    ¡­


    I stared at Brandon in disbelief after he had finished telling me his story of what had taken ce a few


    hours before at the casino next to this hotel. Basically, that bastard husband of mine lost a card game


    and so I had to spend the night with Brandon.


    ¡°Seriously, your husband is a fool. I mean, did he honestly think that he could win against me? It¡¯s


    funny really. Come on, I¡¯m Brandon¡­and I own this ce¡­¡± Brandon scoffed at the ridiculousness of it


    all.


    ¡°Aha¡­¡± I mumbled, unimpressed.


    ¡°You should feel honored, my princess. I betted my entire fortune just for a chance to spend the night


    with you,¡± Brandon said followed by augh.


    ¡°Why are you doing this all of a sudden?¡± I asked, genuinely confused.


    ¡°I wonder¡­¡± he whispered close to my ear.


    ¡°Brandon¡­¡± I whispered his name before his lips pressed firmly against mine.


    His arms were around me and I couldn¡¯t break away. His tongue forced my lips to part before thrusting


    deeply inside my mouth. I moaned softly as our tongue began a passionate dance. The kiss quickly got


    wetter, and I closed my eyes as I began kissing him back. He¡¯s such a good kisser and I would be lying


    if I said that I didn¡¯t remember the joy of being in his arms.


    Brandon¡¯s hands began cupping my breasts before he started to fondle them. I whimpered softly into


    our kiss, and he smiled a little at my reaction. His hands began kneading my breasts firmly, squeezing


    them a little roughly through my dress before his hand slipped into my v-neck dress. I moaned when I


    felt the heat from his hand directly on the sensitive skin of my breasts.


    My body throbbed with desire as the ce where he had touched started to burn with heat. Brandon


    withdrew his hand from my breasts enough to slide the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders along


    with the front of my dress. I felt his eyes on my naked breasts as the fabric of my dress slowly slid


    down to my waist to reveal my naked upper body to him.


    ¡°You¡¯re even more beautiful than I remember¡­¡± he said.


    I gasped before moaning loudly as he buried his face in between my breasts. He squeezed my breast


    roughly with one hand before pinching my erect nipple. The jolt of pleasure running through my body


    was unbearably delicious and I felt a pleasurable throbbing in my lower abdomen and in between my


    legs. My body felt hot and when his hot and wet mouth engulfed my other nipple and began sucking on


    it, I cried out as a gush of hot wetness spurted out in between my legs to wet my panties.


    ¡°Brandon¡­Ahhh¡­¡± I moaned and called out his name softly as my body started to melt in his


    impassioned embrace.


    I ran my hands through his hair as he continued to suck hard and nibble teasingly on my nipple. It felt


    so good that I couldn¡¯t stop myself from moaning wildly. Just when it felt like I would cum from him


    stimting my breasts, he stopped.


    ¡°You might as well enjoy this while we¡¯re at it,¡± he hissed into my ear seductively before he nibbled on


    my ear lobe and began licking my ear.


    I felt his hand pulling up the skirt of my red dress as he slowly pushed me down onto the sofa. Things


    were moving very fast, but I couldn¡¯t deny that I wanted him too. I felt the air on my exposed thighs


    before the heat of his hand covered my thighs as he began stroking them seductively. His touch made


    my body tremble, and my pussy began clenching in anticipation. His fingers stroked their way up my


    inner thighs after he had parted my legs slightly.


    --To be continued¡­

 First Round of Pleasure

    First Round of Pleasure


    His grey eyes watched me, and his intense gaze only served to turn me on even more. I called his


    name softly without knowing what else to say as his fingers slowly approached the wetness in between


    my legs.


    ¡°Brandon¡­maybe we should¡­stop¡­¡± I said hesitantly.


    ¡°When you¡¯re already this wet? Are you sure? You¡¯vepletely soaked your panties¡± he responded


    as his fingertips began stroking my wetness through my thince panties.


    ¡°Ahhh¡­no¡­don¡¯t touch me¡­there¡± I whimpered weakly.


    His fingertips stroking my love opening through the thin fabric of my panties felt so good. As if he knew


    how good it made me feel, his fingers applied more pressure as it pressed against me.


    ¡°You mean, you want me to touch you directly, don¡¯t you?¡± Brandon said knowingly before he chuckled


    a little at me.


    Suddenly, my panties were sliding down my legs and soon it waspletely removed from my body.


    His hands were on my thighs before he spread my legs wide apart. I cried out at the suddenness of my


    legs being yanked opened. His hands were quickly in between my legs and soon I felt the touch of his


    fingers stroking along the wet slit of my pussy.


    ¡°Ahhh¡­ohh¡­¡± I moaned in ecstasy as I felt my pussy getting even wetter than before.


    ¡°I love your moans. Moan louder for me, Elena¡± Brandon said.


    I moaned louder as his skillful fingers began stroking the sensitive nub in between my legs. Intense


    currents of pleasure shot through my entire body as he stimted my swollen clit. I parted my legs


    wider as Iid under him on the sofa before thrusting my hips upwards invitingly towards his fingers.


    Brandon knew exactly what I wanted and was willing to give it to me.


    He thrusted two thick and long fingers into my wet hole, making me cry out his name loudly. His thick


    fingers stretched my love hole as he plunged them deeply inside of me. My hips jerked at his sudden


    entrance and then he was thrusting his fingers in and out of my hole. The fast and deep strokes felt so


    pleasurable that they made my legs feel weak.


    ¡°Your pussy is sucking in my fingers, Elena. Do you want me to fuck you right now?¡± Brandon asked as


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    his fingers stirred up my wetness.


    It felt so good, I couldn¡¯t stop my hips from moving as it thrusted up and down wildly. I wanted to cum


    so badly already. My pussy clenched around his fingers as it hit my g-spot over and over. It was like he


    could remember where it felt good for me, and he was actively using that knowledge to make me his


    sex ve.


    ¡°Brandon¡­Ah! Ahhhh!¡± I cried out even louder than before as my pussy spasmed and I felt my orgasm


    approaching.


    Suddenly, Brandon jerked his fingers out of my love hole, and I cried out in frustration and


    disappointed. I was so close, and I bet that he knew it too. I heard Brandon unbuckling his belt and


    knew that he was undressing himself. When he returned to me, he only had his signature ck


    turtleneck sweater on. I didn¡¯t have the time to reminisce about our past love affair when I felt his hands


    on my waist.


    He flipped me onto my stomach before raising my hips up. I moaned softly as his warm palms cupped


    both sides of my hips. I could sense his presence close behind me and knew that he wanted to take me


    from behind. He pulled the skirt of my dress away to fully expose my ass to him and I sucked in a deep


    breath while I braced myself for the impact of his entry. Brandon moved even closer to me and then he


    positioned the thick head of his cock at my throbbing entrance.


    Brandon pounded his cock into my wet entrance in one forceful thrust that plunged his entire length into


    my pussy. I cried out at the sensation of his cock stimting the walls of my pussy. He felt so big and


    thick inside of me. Was he always this big? Brandon began moving his hips as he thrusted his cock in


    and out of my hole while his hand held my hips in ce. The force of his wild thrusts rocked my body


    as he rammed his cock deeply into my cunt.


    ¡°Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!¡± I cried out loudly each time his thick rod prated me.


    He took me harder and faster from behind until I felt like I was going to lose my mind. It felt insanely


    good and then it got better when he began to prate me from various angles. His cock stretched my


    insides from different angles as the thick head of his cock hit against the pleasure spots deep inside of


    my love hole. He rammed his cock against my womb, and I cried out his name as lust and desire took


    over mepletely.


    The sound of our flesh pping against each other echoed throughout the living room of the penthouse


    suite along with the wet sounds of his cock stirring up my love juices. Brandon was groaning like an


    animal as he mated wildly with me. His cock got hotter and bigger inside of me and I clenched my


    pussy walls around his shaft tightly to suck him in even deeper.


    It wasn¡¯t long before I felt a very intense orgasm approaching. I was about to cum. Brandon must have


    noticed it as well because he began thrusting into me harder and faster as if he wanted to drive me


    towards the edge. He seeded.


    ¡°I¡­I¡¯m cumming! Brandon!¡± I cried out as my climax hit me and I flopped face first onto the sofa.


    Brandon continued to fuck me as he moaned louder and louder. I could tell that he was close to his


    release as well. It was when his cock twitched deep inside of me before it spurted endless streams of


    his hot seed into me that I realized that Brandon didn¡¯t even bother to wear a condom. There was


    nothing that I could do about it right now. My pussy clenched hard around his cock as if it were trying to


    milk him of everyst drop of his cum as his warmth filled my womb and spread in my lower abdomen.


    ¡°Did it feel amazing for you too? I bet your husband never satisfied you this much,¡± Brandon said with


    satisfaction as he slowly withdrew his thick shaft from my pussy.


    I hated to admit it, but he was right¡­


    --To be continued¡­

 Second Round of Lust

    Second Round of Lust


    If I had thought that the night was over, I couldn¡¯t be so wrong. After he saw that I had rested enough


    and was able to catch my breath, Brandon was all over me again.


    ¡°No more¡­please. I can¡¯t take anymore¡­¡± I pleaded breathlessly.


    Stone-grey eyes just narrowed at me before his handsome face bent down and captured my lips in his.


    The heat of his lips seeped into mine before I felt the wet tip of his tongue wedging itself in between my


    lips, forcing it open. I moaned softly when his wet tongue slipped between my lips into the depths of my


    mouth. I sighed at the pleasure of his tongue mingling with mine.


    His kiss quickly became more demanding as our tongues grinding against each other passionately. His


    arms tightened around my body as he carried me princess-styled in his arms. With long and


    determined strides, I knew that he was taking me to the bedroom of this luxurious presidential hotel


    suite. My whole body felt weak, devoid of the energy and the will to resist him anymore.


    ¡°How can you be this tired after doing it only once? We used to do it all night, don¡¯t you remember?¡±


    Brandon said before a sadistic grin curved his beautiful lips.


    I felt heat rise to my face as I blushed at the memory of how it used to be between us. This man is a


    sex-maniac with an unsatiable sex drive, and I was his girlfriend for around two years before he


    dumped me so suddenly and we parted ways. Just like that.


    My pussy was still flooded with our love juices from the first time that he took me that night. The walls


    of my pussy clenched in anticipated as my mind wondered how many times, he would do me tonight.


    My body shivered at the thought, and I wasn¡¯t sure if I was scared or if I was looking forward to it. It


    wasn¡¯t like I had a choice, from my experience, there was nothing that I could do to stop this man once


    he had started. The night¡­was long.


    We reached the bedroom in no time, and he dumped me unceremoniously onto therge king-size


    bed. I felt the softness of the mattress against my back before he got on top of me. Hisrge and manly


    hands tore at the front of my thince dress, tearing it to bits and stripping it off my body. Laying there


    underneath him in only my light pinkcy underwear, I felt extremely exposed.


    ¡°Don¡¯t cover yourself, let me see you¡­¡± he whispered tenderly, and I felt my heart skip a beat.


    His hands cupped and caressed my naked breasts seductively. The heat of his hands seeped into the


    sensitive skin of my naked breasts as he cupped and fondled them. When he kneaded my breasts and


    squeezed them roughly, I cried out and whimpered at the pleasure.


    ¡°Brandon¡­please¡­¡± I whimpered.


    ¡°Spread your legs, Elena, wider¡­¡± Brandon instructed as his hands helped spread my legs even wider.


    ¡°No¡­it¡¯s¡­so deep!¡± I cried out.


    He rammed his cock into my wet cunt so deeply that he hit my womb with his first thrust. Brandon


    rotated his hips against me, and his cock stirred up the wet mess inside of my love tunnel. When he


    began thrusting, I moaned loudly and wrapped my legs around his waist in an attempt to take him in


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    even deeper. He began moving faster, shoving his cock rapidly in and out of my hole.


    The familiar smell of his skin, his perfume, the shampoo he uses. Everything about him feltfortingly


    familiar and it was all turning me on.


    ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter what your beautiful mouth says¡­your body still remembers me¡­¡± Brandon said


    before he groaned like an animal in heat.


    He was right; however, it wasn¡¯t just my body that remembered the pleasure of his touch, my heart also


    remembered the love that I once felt for this man and the excruciating pain I felt at our parting. When


    he left me, my heart shattered and so did my belief in myself. It was like I had lost a part of who I was


    and there was no way that I could get it back.


    Why did he dump me so suddenly back then? What did I do wrong? Did he find someone new? These


    questions, I never got the answers to haunted me for years after he hadpletely disappeared from


    my life.


    Why is he back now? Why am I meeting him like this?


    My body felt like it had caught on fire as he continued to pound his member into my wet hole. His


    massive cock was messing me up inside and it felt like my insides hadpletely melted into a hot


    mess. My hips moved wildly to meet his thrusts halfway.


    ¡°Admit it, Elena, you wanted me to fuck you hard like this¡­just like we use to¡­¡± Brandon groaned as


    our hip pped against each other.


    ¡°Brandon¡­ahhh¡­it¡¯s so good¡­so good¡­¡± I whimpered in between my lusty moans.


    ¡°Yeah¡­your pussy loves my cock,¡± Brandon said as he smiled down at me knowingly.


    ¡°Harder¡­harder!¡± I cried out in abandon.


    Brandon gave it to me fast and hard until it felt like he would never stop. My body enjoyed every


    moment of his cock fucking my hole until I lost myself in my own mind-shattering orgasm.


    ¡°I¡¯m cumming¡­I¡¯m cumming, Brandon!¡± I cried out like a woman possessed.


    I knew something was off when I got that text message. Why didn¡¯t I realize it sooner? I shouldn¡¯t have


    That night Brandon made love to me until I cked out in between one of our heated sessions. I


    couldn¡¯t remember anything else after that and when I woke up the next morning, he was already gone.


    I was all alone on the bed. Brandon was gone and he didn''t even leave a note or anything to say


    goodbye. It was so very like him.


    I didn¡¯t know back then that our supposedly one-night stand would lead to so much more.


    --To be continued¡­

 Fraud

    Fraud


    **Back to the Present**


    Morning arrived along with loud knocking sounds on my bedroom door. That was what woke me up


    from my restless sleep. I didn¡¯t mind much because I wasn¡¯t able to go to sleep anyways. This was the


    first time in a long while that I weed the arrival of the morning.


    I knew right away that it was my mother on the other side of the door and the fact that she was


    hammering on my door and screaming at the top of her lungs can only mean one thing: the news


    program beat me to it. They have probably seen, along with the other citizens of this nation, the news


    regarding my husband¡¯s suicide.


    I reached for my phone and saw that I had almost a hundred missed calls from myte husband¡¯s


    his call. First, I have to deal with my hysterical mother who was still banging her fists against my


    bedroom door.


    ¡°Good morning¡­¡± I said as I opened the door.


    ¡°This isn¡¯t the time for good mornings! Is it true? George took his own life? Do you know anything about


    this?¡± my mother fired her questions at me in rapid session.


    ¡°Oh please¡­¡± I muttered as I pushed passed her to walk through the bedroom door.


    ¡°You¡¯re going down to exin to us exactly what is going on!¡± my mother demanded loudly as she


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    chased after me.


    Ignoring her outburst, I continued walking towards the stairs before heading to the first floor. Father was


    naturally waiting in the living room where he sat on the sofa right in front of the television.


    ¡°What does that mean?¡± my father asked, referring to the news of my husband¡¯s suicide that was being


    shown on the television.


    ¡°You¡¯ll still¡­inherit everything that he has, right?¡± my mother asked with widened eyes.


    ¡°I guess¡­¡± I murmured. To be honest, I had no idea, and I didn¡¯t really care.


    ¡°You two are legally married. We were there when you two signed the marriage certificate. I saw it with


    my own eyes!¡± my mother said firmly.


    ¡°Well, if the police thinks that I had anything to do with it then¡­¡± I said before shrugging my shoulders.


    ¡°Oh no¡­don¡¯t tell me¡­¡± my mother said after gasping in shock.


    Great. My parents didn¡¯t even take a moment to think or hesitate before believing that I could have


    murdered George. What do they take me for? What do they see me as?


    I smirked at them. Why did I even need to ask when I already knew the answer? To them, I was nothing


    more than a girl that they adopted so that they could train me up and sell to a rich man under the


    socially eptable package called ¡®A Perfect Wife¡¯ through a contract called ¡®marriage¡¯. In my case,


    George was my purchaser. He bought me.


    ¡°Have you seen this?¡± my father asked, his eyes glued to the screen without looking my way.


    ¡°Seen¡­what?¡± I asked, not quite getting it.


    My father pointed to the television, and I sat down in the sofa next to him to watch. I didn¡¯t think that the


    news reporter would have anything to say that I didn¡¯t know. George took his own life and that was that.


    They can try to add in chili and sauce to the story to spice things up to get more public attention but


    that was normal business for them.


    ¡®The reasons behind Mr. George Westford¡¯s suicide are still unknown. The police are not willing to


    disclose the situation at the crime scene, but they did say that a suicide note, or letter was not left at


    the scene. Many are specting that his suicide has something to do with the exposure of his fraud


    scheme in multiple of the funds that he used to run before his passing. Along with news of his suicide


    fraudulent investment schemes,¡± a news reporter reported on the screen.


    Fraudulent schemes? People are demanding forpensation? What is going on?


    ¡°Is this true? Were you aware of this?¡± my father asked coldly.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­I don¡¯t know anything¡­¡± I replied, honestly.


    ¡°You don¡¯t know that your husband was a fraud?!¡± my mother screamed at me.


    ¡°No¡­it can¡¯t be¡­¡± I muttered in denial.


    ¡°It¡¯s what the news is reporting. The investors are going to sue forpensation. They want their


    money back! Don¡¯t you know anything about this?¡± my mother asked in a shriek.


    ¡°No¡­I don¡¯t know anything. George never told me anything¡­¡± I replied truthfully.


    As if on cue, my phone started ringing. He was the man that I was about to call, George¡¯swyer. I


    stood up and marched off somewhere where I could talk to him in private. I felt my father¡¯s eyes on my


    back as I marched out of the living room.


    ¡°Madame, I¡¯ve been trying my best to reach you,¡± thewyer said sternly.


    I knew that I must have caused him trouble by not answering his calls. My mind was in too much of a


    mess for me to talk to anyone.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I was¡­shocked and you know¡­everything is just a mess. George¡­he¡­¡± I said in


    frustration before I stopped talking. I realized that I wasn¡¯t making sense anymore.


    ¡°Calm down, Madame. Where are you now? I wille over to see you so that we can talk about


    everything,¡± thewyer said calmly.


    ¡°I¡¯m at my parent¡¯s house. You cane over, I¡¯ll be waiting for you here,¡± I said as I tried to keep my


    voice steady.


    ¡°I¡¯ll head over there right now. I should arrive within half an hour. Please hang in there, Madame,¡± the


    My hand clenched around my phone after the line disconnected. I shut my eyes tightly and sighed


    loudly. Lawrence was right, I have to hang in there. Now isn¡¯t the time for me to believe in news and


    gossip. I should wait to hear the truth about everything from ourwyer.


    I made my way back to the living room and found my mother and father sitting at the sofa with very


    stressful looks on their faces. I couldn¡¯t help but notice that since I stepped foot into this housest


    night, no one had offered me any kind words of condolences. No one asked how I was feeling or if I


    needed any help. Both my parents clearly didn¡¯t care about how I was fairing in this messy crisis.


    --To be continued¡­

 Dropping the Bomb

    Dropping the Bomb


    Thankfully, I didn¡¯t have high expectations from them anyways and so I wasn¡¯t really disappointed.


    Avoiding their gazes, I sat down on the sofa while I waited for Lawrence to arrive.


    ¡°So? What really happened?¡± my mother asked.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know either, mum. Ourwyer is on the way. You remember Lawrence, right? He¡¯ll be here in


    less than half an hour. So please, save whatever questions that you may have for him¡­¡± I said


    emotionlessly.


    I felt cold and lost inside. If I could choose, I would choose to simply disintegrate and disappear from


    here. Their questions made me feel sick. Theirck of sympathy or feelings made me feel disgusted. It


    was obvious that all they were worried about was how much money I would walk away with from


    George¡¯s death.


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    Lawrence was true to his word and arrived before the half hour mark. After politely reintroducing


    himself to my parents, he got down to business immediately. For his line of work, I knew that time was


    money. George paid Lawrence a lot and they¡¯ve worked together for a long time. If someone knew the


    truth about George and his business, then it was Lawrence.


    ¡°Let me start out by exining the current situation to all of you so that we are aligned. Then we can


    decide on how to proceed further,¡± Lawrence said, getting right to the point.


    ¡°Ok¡­¡± I mumbled softly.


    ¡°Mr. Westford has been having financial difficulties for the past year or so. As a result of poor financial


    performance in the hedge funds that he manages along with investments in real estate, he started


    misinforming his investors andmitted some fraudulent activities. The investors have sued for


    has ruled recently that Mr. Westford has to pay back quite arge sum of money¡­¡± Lawrence


    exined grimly.


    ¡°How much? George has a lot of money so¡­¡± my mother jumped in immediately.


    ¡°Well, he did have a lot of money but in the past year due his spending¡­¡± Lawrence replied.


    ¡°You mean hispulsive gambling¡­not his spending¡­¡± I quickly corrected.


    ¡°Yes, that too. Let me skip to the end result. At his death, Mr. Westford¡¯s wealth is in the negative zone.


    In other words, even after ounting for his assets and all sources of wealth, Mr. Westford is around


    700 million dors in debt,¡± Lawrence concluded.


    700 million dors in debt¡­


    ¡°What?! Are you being serious?¡± I cried out in shock. Did I hear that right?


    George is in that much debt even after taking into ount all of his assets. Impossible. George has so


    many assets. Land, buildings, jets, gold, diamonds, and everything else.


    ¡°Yes, Madame. I regret to inform you that because of his gambling, he¡¯s been selling off his assets for a


    while now to fund his adventures. There isn¡¯t much left at the time of his death and when we take into


    ount his debt, wend at around 700 million dors without a doubt,¡± Lawrence reconfirmed the


    worse.


    ¡°Impossible¡­this cannot be happening to us!¡± my mother yelled loudly before she burst into tears.


    I was too shocked to react to my mother¡¯s outburst. My entire face felt numb, and the numbness was


    slowly spreading to the rest of my body. Am I about to faint?


    ¡°So that bastard killed himself to escape his debt?¡± my father asked in shock.


    ¡°I cannotment on that, sir,¡± Lawrence replied professionally.


    ¡°What happens to the debt now that George is dead?¡± my father asked as his eyes narrowed


    suspiciously at thewyer.


    Good question. If George is dead, then¡­


    ¡°I regret to inform you this but since Mr. Westford has passed away, his debt burden will be directly


    transfer to his living wife. Madame, that is you¡­¡± Lawrence said as he looked pointedly at me.


    ¡°Me? I have to repay the debt in his ce? That¡¯s crazy¡­¡± I said in disbelief.


    ¡°Wait. If his assets cannot cover it, then it¡¯s too bad for the banks and investors. They just won¡¯t get


    their money back; it should have nothing to do with my daughter¡­¡± my father countered.


    ¡°That would normally be the case, Sir. However, in this case, it isn¡¯t purely Mr. Westford¡¯s debt,¡±


    Lawrence replied readily.


    ¡°What do you mean?¡± I asked, not quite following.


    ¡°Madame, you co-signed the documents to take on the debt along with yourte husband. The debt is


    a shared one and now that he is gone, you are the one solely responsible for paying it back,¡± Lawrence


    exined professionally and bluntly.


    ¡°But I didn¡¯t¡­¡± I started denying but then I had to stop mid-sentence.


    ¡°I think you may recall signing these documents. I don¡¯t think your signature was forged here¡­¡±


    Lawrence said regretfully as he ced some documents onto the coffee table in between us.


    My heart felt like it was going to stop beating as I recalled the many times when George came back


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    homete at night. He asked me to sign some documents for him before I went to bed. He told me that


    they were necessary for him to invest in something with good return. He said that because we were


    married, I had to sign it too. I was so sleepy, and I signed it without question and without reading any of


    the documents. He was my husband and I just trusted himpletely. George was also smart and


    respectable in the investment field and so I never suspected anything at all.


    ¡°So now I¡¯m 700 million in debt?¡± I asked, incredulously.


    ¡°I¡¯m afraid so, Madame. I can try to negotiate with the investors and the banks in court, but I doubt the


    figure is going to change much,¡± thewyer exined before pursing his lips tightly together.


    ¡°This is insane! This is not true. It can¡¯t be! You¡¯re tricking us!¡± my mother shouted loudly as she


    jumped out of her seat.


    ¡°Calm down please¡­¡± my father said sternly.


    ¡°My daughter was supposed to get all of her husband¡¯s money. He¡¯s filthy rich so how can this


    happen?!¡± my mother wailed like a mad woman as tears rolled down her red face.


    --To be continued¡­

 Tempting Job Offer

    Tempting Job Offer


    ¡°Why don¡¯t you work for my agency? You know that I run an agency for high-profile contract girlfriends


    or wives, right?¡± Justin asked.


    I guess I heard something about it before, but I didn¡¯t know the details. Frankly, I wasn¡¯t interested in


    these sorts of things and isn¡¯t it sort of like a shady business? I was also finding it hard to believe that


    Justin was suggesting for me to work as a ¡®contract wife¡¯ or whatever it was called.


    ¡°You mean like¡­be an escort? Or like a¡­prostitute?¡± I asked, unable to find a better word to use.


    Don¡¯t get me wrong, I had no issues with the profession per se, but I was quite certain that I didn¡¯t want


    to get into that whole business, no matter how desperate or dire my current situation is.


    ¡°No! Not like that. I mean, you can sleep with the guys if you want but that¡¯s not the main objective


    here. Plus, they¡¯re asking for a contract rtionship. If you haven¡¯t realized it yet, the key is the word


    rtionship,¡± Justin said before rolling his eyes at me.


    I blinked nkly a couple of times at him. Despite what he had just said, I still had a hard time picturing


    and understanding what the job entailed.


    ¡°Sorry¡­but I don¡¯t quite follow¡­¡± I admitted honestly.


    ¡°Let me exin from the top. The client of my agency are mostly men but there are women as well.


    Basically, we provide women or men for rent who fits what the client is looking for to form a contract


    rtionship between the two parties with the agency acting as the middleman. The demands of the


    clients are truly case-by-case and can be very unique,¡± Justin exined.


    ¡°For example?¡± I couldn¡¯t help jumping in to ask for more details.


    ¡°For example, a man might be looking for someone to be hispanion because he feels lonely since


    his wife just passed away. A woman might want to hire a man to pose as her son¡¯s father to make her


    family seem moreplete and for the man to act as the father figure to her son, a role that she might


    feel like she cannot adequately fill. Another man might want to hire a superhot and younger girl as his


    girlfriend so that he can show her off to society and his friends. He might want to have awesome and


    steaming hot sex with her too. Of course, if both parties are ok with it, sexual uses can be added to


    the contract,¡± Justin exined various examples.


    ¡°So¡­not all clients demand for a sexual rtionship?¡± I asked, surprised at this new piece of


    information.


    ¡°That¡¯s correct. You will be surprised that most contracts that my agency deals with are non-sexual


    rtionships. Most rtionships are primarily rooted in providing emotional support to the client or


    creating a situation that is more socially eptable or advantageous for them,¡± Justin exined before


    nodding seriously.


    ¡°By socially eptable or advantageous, you mean like¡­it helps them progress upwards?¡± I asked,


    trying to make sure that I understood correctly.


    ¡°Right. For example, a man needs to have a wife to inherit his father¡¯s property. He doesn¡¯t have one


    and doesn¡¯t want to have one, what can he do? Simple, he hires one,¡± Justin said as he snapped his


    fingers as if conjuring a wife by magic.


    ¡°Isn¡¯t that¡­hical?¡± I asked suspiciously.


    ¡°Since when were you such an ethical person, honey?¡± Justin asked sarcastically.


    ¡°Since¡­never¡­but still¡­¡± I replied hesitantly.


    ¡°I still think that we are the better alternative. Back to the case of that man who needs a wife to inherit


    his fortune. If he can¡¯t hire one, what do you think he¡¯ll do? Just forget about his fortune? Never, men


    are greedy creatures. He¡¯ll probably end up tricking some poor girl into bing his wife and when he


    gets his money, he¡¯ll dump her and kick her out. That¡¯s what the bastard is going to do,¡± Justin said


    before rolling his eyes.


    ¡°I guess¡­¡± I mumbled.


    ¡°The other thing is that these so-called fake rtionships sometime lead to real ones. There are some


    cases of my girls actually marrying the client and quitting their job because of it. Of course, if that


    makes her happy then I¡¯ve got no more to say. That being said, you should be careful with these¡­


    men¡­¡± Justin said before puckering his pink lips up jokingly.


    ¡°I¡¯m a widow and if I had submitted those divorce papers before George died then I¡¯ll be a divorcee. No


    rich guys in their right mind would want someone like me¡­¡± I stated matter-of-factly.


    I wasn¡¯t being emotional about it or looking down on myself. That was just the facts.


    ¡°You have to stop thinking and saying things like that about yourself. You¡¯re beautiful, smart, and very


    sexy. You graduated from the school that produces perfect wives and you went to a leading university.


    You have a brilliant story. You have no idea how many men would be interested to date you, right now,¡±


    Justin said before beaming a smile my way.


    ¡°Haha¡­like no one?¡± I replied with augh.


    ¡°Only one way to find out¡­¡± Justin said as he stared at me.


    ¡°You¡¯re not seriously suggesting¡­¡± I said.


    ¡°Want to make a bet with me? If I can¡¯t find you a suitable client within two weeks, I¡¯ll pay for your living


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    expenses for three months,¡± Justin challenged.


    ¡°Is this your n to get me to ept your help? I¡¯m not going to leech off you for three months!¡± I


    dered with whatever pride I still had left.


    ¡°No, girl. You¡¯ll make it big, and I¡¯ll be leeching off you by taking my share of your price for my agency


    fees,¡± Justin said with certainty.


    ¡°That¡¯s crazy,¡± I mumbled.


    ¡°Trust me, girl. This is my job. I know a sess case when I see one. The question is, are you willing


    to do this?¡± Justin asked with his eyes on me.


    Am I willing to do this?


    Truthfully, I wasn¡¯t sure. I didn¡¯t have any confidence that I could pull this off right now. My self-


    confidence had beenpletely crushed with all that had just happened.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­¡± I replied honestly.


    ¡°There¡¯s no rush. You should just sleep on it and at the same time, I can share with you some


    sessful cases that I¡¯ve handled in the past for your inspiration,¡±


    ¡°Sessful cases?¡± I asked curiously.


    --To be continued¡­

 My Attractive Savior

    My Attractive Savior


    ¡°What about this? Unfortunately, the bag doesn¡¯te with its storage bag or box anymore so¡­¡± She


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    said before trailing off.


    12,000 dors¡­I could live with that. Goodbye my dear bag, we will never meet again.


    ¡°Thank you. Could you please transfer that money to this ount? Oh, can you give me a thousand


    dors in cash and the rest please transfer to this ount,¡± I said.


    I jotted down Justin¡¯s bank ount number. Putting the money in my personal bank ount might lead


    to it getting frozen of confiscated. I didn¡¯t know how that worked at all but better to be careful.


    ¡°Sure,¡± the woman said before she handed me cash.


    After checking that the money was settled correctly, I parted with thest brandname bag that I had and


    was on my way to immerse myself in a ¡®normal life¡¯ by heading to the supermarket. To save up on


    costs, I decided to take the train instead of a taxi. Surprisingly, I enjoyed walking along the busy street


    and the busy station along with everyone else. The people were in a hurry and very busy. The best


    thing was that no one noticed or recognized me at all.


    It wasn¡¯t long before I started to feelfortable in my own skin. No one was watching me, and no one


    cared who I was. I could do things the way I wanted. I could walk with a slight slouch. I could run my


    fingers through my hair and mess it up or put my hair up in an ugly bun. It felt like I had found some


    freedom and I weed the feeling.


    When I walked past a shop window and saw my own reflection, I stopped and checked myself out. I


    didn¡¯t look horrible, but I didn¡¯t look presentable either. It was clear that I wasn¡¯t ready to have my


    photos taken for a magazine shoot but that waspletely fine. Maybe when I get my first client, I¡¯ll


    revert back to ying the perfect wife once again.


    The mall was just on the other side of this crossing. I stood at the crossroad as I waited for the crossing


    signal to turn green. Suddenly, in the corner of my eye I spotted an olddy walking along as if she was


    oblivious to the oing traffic. I wasn¡¯t sure if she couldn¡¯t see very well or if she couldn¡¯t hear but


    what I knew for sure was that it was extremely dangerous. As I watched her, I realized that she was


    about to cross the road with all the oing traffic.


    Without thinking, my body started moving on its own and the next thing I knew, I had jumped right into


    the middle of the road to help her. The sound of the car screeching as it came to an abrupt stop along


    with the loud honking filled my ears as I closed my eyes tightly. I lost my bnce and fell to the ground.


    I felt a stinging pain on my knees and the hands that I used to break my fall.


    This is it¡­I¡¯m going to die¡­


    After what seemed like years, everything was silent around me. I breathed out the breath that I hadn¡¯t


    realized that I had been holding. The olddy seemed safe although quite shocked at what had


    happened. I looked down and started to move a little when I figured out that I was still alive. My body


    was in pain, but I was still alive.


    ¡°Are you, ok?¡±


    I heard a man¡¯s voice calling out to me and then arge hand with beautiful and long fingers was


    thrusted into my face. Slowly, I nced up at the face of the hand¡¯s owner. The slightly panicked face


    of an outstandingly handsome man greeted me along with his red hair and piercing green eyes. I


    couldn¡¯t move or speak and for a moment I wasn¡¯t sure if that was from shock or from the fact that I


    was awestruck by his good looks.


    ¡°Miss are you, ok?¡± the man asked again since I haven¡¯t replied to his question.


    Elena, get a grip!


    ¡°Yes¡­yes¡­I¡¯m fine. Thank you¡­so sorry¡­about that¡­¡± I said as I tried to get up by myself.


    ¡°You¡¯re hurt, aren¡¯t you?¡± the man said, and it wasn¡¯t really a question.


    I felt hisrge hands on my arms as he carefully pulled me up to my feet. Raw stinging pain shot


    through my legs from the wound on my knees. It hurts but now isn¡¯t the time to worry about that.


    ¡°Are you, ok? You need to be more careful. Is there a way for me to contact your family?¡± I asked as I


    turned to the olddy.


    Thankfully, she wasn¡¯t hurt at all. She didn¡¯t even fall down like I did. After a short while, a woman came


    running towards us and introduced herself as the olddy¡¯s daughter. She exined that her mother


    had Alzheimer¡¯s before apologizing profusely. I watched as the woman escorted her mother off the


    busy road.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry about that. I didn¡¯t mean to run in front of your car like that¡­¡± I turned to apologize to the


    man.


    ¡°No worries about that. You saved me from hitting the olddy, I guess,¡± the man replied with a kind


    smile.


    He has a very attractive and genuine smile.


    ¡°Well, then¡­have a nice day,¡± I said as I began turning away. Time to get off the road and find a


    pharmacy in the mall to give my wound some first aid attention.


    ¡°Wait! Let me take a look,¡± the man called and ran after me.


    I looked down and saw that his hand had reached out and grabbed my wrist. His hand felt warm


    against my cool skin and somehow, I found thatforting. I held up my hand and stared at his hand


    around my wrist as if mesmerized by it. What is going on with me all of a sudden? It¡¯s not like I¡¯ve never


    seen a man¡¯s hand before¡­


    --To be continued¡­


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