Mirabelle's POV After I had my bath, I felt better than I did before when I snuck into the room a few minutes back.I smiled seductively at him and he raised an eyebrow at me, amusement displayed on his succulent plump pink lips as he stared back at me I couldn't help biting on my lower lip, recollecting how soft his lip tasted while we kissed during the party.As I walked towards the bed, I purposely swayed my hips in an attempt to arouse him again. "What are you up to?" Noah threw back my question from earlier, his eyes never leaving mine as they sometimes traveled down to my boobs and my swaying hips, making me giggle lightly as I stopped on his side of the bed"How about I fulfill your request?" I asked in a whisper and Noah immediately sat up on the bed, his eyes shimmering with excitement In them."You're serious?" He asked doubtfully, 'cause I've played him a lot of times before.Every little thing I did always turned him on, so sometimes I usually used it to make fun of him
Mirabelle's POV."Mummy, why were you crawling underneath the blanket?" Mika asked curiously as her bright eyes gaped at me.I began scanning my head for an excuse to give to her as my lips parted to say some words only for it to end up closing again as I swallowed hard, the taste of Noah's precum going down my throat."Why are you looking so terrified, mum?" Tyler questioned as he climbed up the bed and lay next to me, but the moment he touched my skin, he raised his head at me with his perfectly shaved brows arched as he reached out his hand to touch my face. "You're sweating," He remarked, and my eyes stretched wide open like I'd been caught doing something really bad...Okay, maybe giving Noah a BJ tonight might have been a bad idea after all cause what the hell am I supposed to say to my kids right now?! What explanation do I give to them?! That, oh my dear kids, I was just relieving your father of his sexual urge. After all, we've been away from each other for so long now.Jee
Ken's POV.During the drive back home in the cab, I often raked my fingers through my hair out of frustration, realizing that I was a fool to have ditched Mira! I shouldn't have thrown her out of my life the way I did five years ago. She was lovely, beautiful, innocent, and everything any man would wish for in a wife, but I was just a dickhead! I fucked up the moment I planned on setting her up with a pimp! Now, take a look at who my precious ex-wife ended up with.It was my damn fucking half-brother, who I despised so much! I grind my teeth harshly, letting out a sharp hiss every second as I rake through my hair over again. The cab driver stole glances at me from the rearview mirror each time I lashed out, which was very much expected due to how annoyed and remorseful I was currently feeling.I regretted ever leaving my sweet Mirabelle who later ended up in the dirty hands of Noah Sylvester. I never considered Noah as my brother in any way cause I've always hated him. My hatr
Ken's POV.I returned my thoughts down memory lane of regrets; I doubted Mira would ever give me a second chance cause I had hurt her and still used her pain to my advantage when I sent her a text message for us to meet up at Lorenzo's hotel while she was still at the club. After sending the text, I and Mitchelle paid the pimp, directing him on what to do when Mira arrived. Plus, the cameras were already installed in the room in advance. We left the room, leaving the pimp behind as we went to get the divorce papers which I put my signature on once I had my hands on it. On heading home, I received a video of Mira getting intimate with the pimp, and a wide smile spread across my face, knowing I was almost there. My plans were about the become a reality! However, while I watched the video, I noticed something different about the physique of the pimp. He had a broad and toned back with muscles all over, which seemed different from what I expected to be underneath his clothes, but I
Mirabelle's POV.I felt bubbles rumbling in my tummy as I excitedly walked down the long hallway of a famous hotel suite in New York, I stopped midway after noticing the countless doors along the way. A remembrance flashed across my head so I hurriedly took out my phone. I squinted my eyes at the screen, struggling to read through the text my husband, Ken Sylvester, had sent to me earlier this evening In my intoxicated state. {I am sorry for how I treated you earlier today, Mira. And I would love to make it up to you. I will be waiting for you in Lorenzo’s five-star hotel in suite 901.} Said the text. Earlier today, I went to the bar for the first time in many months just to drown myself in alcohol, aiming to take away the pain within me. Want to know why I went there? Well, my husband had threatened to file for a divorce, with the false accusation of me seeing another man outside our marriage, and he vowed that he would divorce me if I dared cheat on him again. I tried to mak
Mirabelle's POV **** I woke up some minutes ago with a banging headache, and all I could remember was leaving the bar after getting a text from Ken, who asked me to come over to Lorenzo's Hotel, but what I simply didn't understand was why the room was empty with no sign of him. Plus when I woke up, I saw myself naked under the sheets with a weird stinging feeling between my legs.It made me wonder if something happened between us last night while I was drunk. I pressed my palm against my forehead to reduce the aching pain then I headed in the direction of the dressing room in search of Ken."Ken, where are you?" I called out, but there was no sign of him there. "Ken?" I repeated, also checking the bathroom for him, but he wasn't there as well, which made me anxious. "Why isn't he anywhere in the room? He could've just woke me up or waited for me to be awake before leaving," I huffed while complaining, and my gaze darted to my purse on the dressing table.I walked up to it, took
Mirabelle's POV "If you are as innocent as you claim to be, and you didn't cheat on me, then what is this video about?" Ken asked and shoved the phone screen to my face, but my gaze dropped to my feet, knowing I had no evidence to prove that what happened last night wasn't done on purpose. “I can’t overlook the fact that you have hickeys all over your neck and only God knows elsewhere, Mirabelle. You’re a walking testament against yourself and our marriage so just pick up those damned papers and sign them this minute!” I fought back my tears as they tried to spill over. How could I have let such an act happen to me? Sniff, sniff, wiping my tears away as more and more of them trickled down my cheeks. "Don’t make me force you to sign those papers, Mirabelle Estella Davies!" Ken called my name in full, gnashing his teeth in irritation as he balled his fist. I immediately grabbed his hands as I shook my head. "I can’t sign it, Ken. This was never my fault. I don't know how it
Mirabelle's POV "K_ken," I trembled, feeling petrified as Ken began to crush my wrist with his fingers after stopping my actions midway. "What are you doing? It's hurting! Stop it!" I begged him but his strength on my small wrist grew stronger by the second, and then he threw me effortlessly to the ground. I fell hard on the tiles, whimpering sounds escaped my lips as I felt a pricking pain on my elbow. I turned my elbow and saw some blood seeping out of my skin along with stains on the clean tiled ground, a result of the hard fall as my elbow bled some more.Whipping my head in Ken's direction, I saw him wrap his arm around Mitchelle's waist and pull her, closing the gap between them. Mitchelle faked sobbing sounds as she rested her face on his chest like she was hurt even though I was not successful in hitting her.Ken's brown orbs turned to me, and I could see the fury burning in them as he raised his finger at me."You, Mirabelle Estella Davies, have no right whatsoever to