Today is my husband's birthday, and I quietly went to his rented place to surprise him. However, what I saw left me stunned; he gave me a shock first!
Today is my husband's birthday, and I quietly went to his rented place to surprise him. However, what I saw left me stunned; he gave me a shock first!
I quietly opened the door to my husband Noah Russell's apartment. It was his birthday that day, and I had wanted to surprise him. But what I saw made me stunned. He had startled me first!
On a simple folding table lay a birthday cake with a corner cut off, the candles long extinguished. Takeout boxes were haphazardly piled together, and a few green beer bottles reflected the dim light. Two plastic cups still held some brown liquid, with bubbles lazily floating to the surface.
Clothes belonging to both a man and a woman were strewn carelessly on the floor and chairs. The woman's underwear was tossed on the floor leading to the bedroom.
Through the door, I could hear labored breathing and a woman's voice, breathlessly asking, "Are you sure your wife won't come today?"
"She won't, don't worry. She's busy with her work at the company. It's not the weekend, so she definitely won't come. Are you really that scared?"
"I'm not scared, I have you to back me up!" This was followed by a series of seductive laughter and moans.
I had watched steamy movies and read erotic novels, but I had never imagined I would witness a live performance in real life, starring my very own husband. I knew what was happening, but a terrifying curiosity compelled me to open the bedroom door.
As the door swung open, the woman let out a startled cry and quickly dove under the covers. Noah turned his head to see me. His first reaction was surprise, but by the third second, his face was calm. "What are you doing here?" he asked, sitting on the bed and pulling a corner of the quilt to cover himself slightly.
I didn't say a word. Everything was crystal clear, I'm not naive. I dropped the gift I had brought for him on the floor, turned around, and walked out the door, running down the stairs into the pitch-black night. I wanted the darkness to cover my eyes or help erase the scene that had just burned into my retinas.
Infidelity wasn't anything new, but seeing it enacted by someone so close to me felt like a weight on my chest, felt like I couldn't breathe. I was seeing stars, my legs were weak and I was unable to move.
This industrial district in Houston, factories stood tall, housing some of the world's top 500 companies. Yet at night, it was eerily quiet, with only the streetlights casting a dim glow, preventing complete darkness. Occasionally, cars would speed by, perhaps carrying couples rushing back to their dorms before lights out.
I managed a workshop of 200 people, dealing with workers daily. Communication was simple, but the tasks were tedious, because I was dealing with a group of youngsters who had a relatively low level of education and had started working early to earn a living.
I felt like a fool. All the signs were there, but I chose to ignore them, deceiving myself.
Noah didn't come looking for me, and I didn't want to see him. I didn't know how to face him, whether to resent or despise him. What difference would it make if he came looking for me? Or if he didn't? I stumbled towards the bus station and hoped to catch a taxi on the way back to my dormitory, the only place that could temporarily house my body and give my heart some respite.
The road stretched out before me, and as I looked ahead, it seemed endless. I wished it could be even longer, with no end in sight, giving me enough time to ponder what had happened between us. Tears streamed down my face, but I clenched my fists. I hated that man!
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
"I will marry you. Wait for me!" Mabel woke up. She had that dream again. In her dream, a man said he would marry her. Just a dream. Five years ago, she was set up by her stepsister and became pregnant out of wedlock. She lost everything, including her baby. Five years later, she was forced to marry her stepsister's fiance, Jayden, who was sick and going to pass away. Having no choice, Mabel decided to marry Jayden, not expecting that Jayden was the man...
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all-from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn't return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel's terminal illness and realized she didn't have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
"I want a divorce Noah", I said to him. My heart beating and knees weak. I was scared of how he would react. 'He should be happy right? I mean I am giving him a way out of the bondage of a marriage', I said to myself. Noah expression darkened and I could see his jaw tighten. He stood up and took slow steady steps towards me with both hands in his pocket. I immediately got scared and moved backwards. Noah Wellesley isn't the abusive type but he hates me to the bone, I wasn't sure what he is capable of. "Wh-what are you doing?", I asked, still moving backwards. Before approaching him for the request of divorce, I promised to be strong and not to let him intimidate me but... he is Noah Wellesley, the only man I have loved, and maybe still love. "What did you say?", He growled and I flinched. "I want to end this sham of a marriage, shouldn't you be happy?!", I suddenly found the courage to speak back. "And what makes you think I would be happy if we divorce?", He uttered and my brows furrowed. What did he mean by that? I stopped moving and he soon caught up to me, his eyes dancing on my lips and I saw the hidden feelings in his eyes. 'Why is he like this?', I asked myself.
Warning: 18+ content for mature audiences. Book Excerpt: Donovan's POV Her enchanting green eyes that were alive with passion the day I told her she could go shopping are pale with only despair dancing in them. "Oh, I'm quite aware of my duties as your wife, Mr. Castellano." My eyes darken at the formal use of my name. I've told her to stop doing that. It feels wrong. Like she doesn't belong to me. I clench my jaw as I wait for her to finish her sentence but her cold smile widens. "Ah, you don't like when I call you Mr. Castellano, right? Too bad. You can't force my mouth to say what you want to hear." Blood rushes to my groin as her words settle in the tensed air between us. Does she realize the gravity of what she'd just said? Does she know she'd moaned my name while I had her wet cunt in her mouth? Does she know how needy she'd been when she wanted me to take her even though she wasn't awake? And is she aware that I know how bad she wants me in her dreams while she pretends in real life to hate me? She glares up at me while I seethe, looking down at her. "It's Donovan," I say darkly, resisting the pull of her lips and maintaining my vision at her eyes. "Mr. Castellano," she retorts. My face draws closer, getting ready to give her a punishing kiss but a harsh sound fills the room and then I realize, belatedly, that I'd just been slapped as my face swings to the side, turning away from Eliana. Eliana slapped me. Luis Santario's daughter just slapped me. Just like her father had done many nights ago. Shame fills me but it's quickly trampled upon by hot, violent anger. How dare she? How dare the whore?! Her cheek instantly goes red with the imprints of my fingers. Blood trickles from her nose and her hair that was up in a messy bun scatters all around her face. Eliana's head remains bowed as the blood from her nose drips onto her white bedcovers. ***** Eliana's POV I know I'm signing my death warrant by provoking him like this but what else can I do when he's already planned to kill me? I could just as well make it easier for him to by getting on his nerves. If I don't push him away, I'm scared I'll start to blur the lines between my dreams and reality. The Donovan in my dreams is drastically different from the one in real life. If my plans to escape from this marriage don't work, I may end up dead or worst, in love with Donovan Castellano. And I'd rather die now than to fall in love with him and die later. *** Many years ago, Donovan Castellano went through something that irrevocably changed him for the worst, and Eliana's father was to blame. Years later, Eliana's father dies. Eliana doesn't know her father's dark past or why Donovan Castellano bought her and then married her. But she knows he's out for blood and wants to kill her, but how long will she continue to defend herself when the way he touches her and kisses her in her dreams is starting to blur the lines between reality and fiction? Will Donovan succeed in finally getting revenge on Eliana for what her father did to him and will Eliana succeed in resisting her possessive mafia husband's advances even when he says he wants her dead? Read on to find out.
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