Semion was too stunned to speak. His eyes struggled to meet Celeste’s suspicious gaze. His mouth opened, but no words came out. Instead, he swallowed hard, trying to clear his throat.He straightened up, turning his attention to the people around them before finally responding to Celeste’s lingering question. “Jessa was just another woman I met years ago. Whatever happened between us will stay in the past.” He attempted to smile but faltered when he looked back at Celeste. “Wife, I’m not hiding anything from you. Whatever you ask me, I’ll answer truthfully.”From the change in Celeste’s expression, Semion realized she wasn’t pleased with his answer.“If that’s the case, I’ll ask you now.” Celeste faced him seriously. “What about me? Do I belong to ‘another woman you just met’? In the future, will I just be someone who stays in your past?”“What?” Semion was caught off guard, his brows furrowing in surprise. “Celeste, of course not. You’re my wife now. Okay, I know our marriage started
"Hey, Luca! You're not allowed to drink alcohol, you're still underage!" Settie grabbed the drink from the young boy. "I'll tell on you to your sister, I’m warning you! And look, your parents are just at the other table!""They won't care even if you do." Luca shrugged indifferently, snatching the glass back from her and gulping down the alcohol."Oh no!" Settie exclaimed. Being in a wheelchair, she couldn't reach the glass that Luca held out of her reach. "Alcohol is bad for a kid's body!""I'm not a kid anymore!" Luca snapped like a spoiled brat. "Don't you know, I even protected my sister-in-law from assassins? So what makes you think I can't handle alcohol?""Huh? Assassins? Are you talking about those in online games?" Settie raised an eyebrow, looking up at the tall boy. Even though he was only thirteen, he was already as tall as a fifteen-year-old, likely the result of being well-nourished. If Settie could stand, her 5'2" height would be dwarfed by this kid! For the first time,
“S-Semion…”Celeste gasped as Semion’s soft lips descended on her neck. Biting her lower lip, she dug her nails into the luxurious fabric of his black coat.“Mmhhmmp!” She couldn't help but moan at the sensations coursing through her.The room was dark, perhaps because as soon as they entered, Semion had seized her with a kiss, like a thirsty stranger.Her plan to shower and change into comfortable clothes was quickly forgotten due to what Semion was doing to her body.His large hand slid up her dress, moving toward her underwear. Semion’s fingers pressed down on her lower body with a mixture of intensity and possessiveness. Celeste felt it acutely when he suddenly bit her neck!“Ahh!” She cried out in pain, her throat dry as she gasped for breath.“My wife,” Semion’s warm breath invaded her ear, making her shiver and raising the hair on her arms. “I want to mark you as mine…” He kissed the spot he had bitten. “Just for me…” He licked the mark. “All mine.” His teeth brushed against he
Celeste leaned back against the wall as she sat on the low cabinet. The items that were neatly stacked there earlier were now scattered across the floor.Her heartbeat was as rapid as her breaths as she watched Semion’s head between her parted legs.This was the second time he had lowered himself like that in front of her. She was used to seeing Semion with his head held high, as if he never bowed to anyone. But now, the scene before her was the complete opposite.There was something in her feelings she couldn’t explain, despite the darkness enveloping the room and the single dim light providing scant illumination.He was torridly kissing her intimate parts, just like how he had kissed her lips earlier. Hungry and thirsty for her essence.“Ahhh… Ummm, ahhh!” The heat was overwhelming. She was leaking slick fluids that mingled with Semion’s lips and tongue. The addicting sound only ignited every muscle in her body.She gasped for air as Semion spread her long legs further apart. The on
Celeste woke up the next morning feeling like she had just competed in a championship sport the night before—her body was sore and battered.She rubbed her eyes, stretching and turning her gaze to the man beside her, who was holding her tightly.Sunlight was streaming onto his handsome face. It was no longer the early morning peek but rather noon.She lifted her weak arm to smooth out Semion's thick, disheveled hair. Her eyes traced his prominent brows and long eyelashes. She ran her fingertip down his high nose and over his thin lips.Then she realized Semion was awake, as he couldn’t suppress the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile. His cheeks also rose, trying to fight returning to their usual state.Unable to help herself, she smiled and closed her eyes. “S-Se…” She stopped, her voice hoarse, likely from all the shouting and cheering from the previous night’s joy. “Are… um, have you been awake for a while?”“No.” His eyes remained closed.She tried to remove Semion’s heavy a
"Can you please just stop?!"After an hour of non-stop crying from the baby, Chiarra couldn't handle the frustration anymore. She clutched the infant in her arms even tighter, which only made the baby wail louder."Enough! Enough! Stop it!" Overwhelmed by the incessant noise, she nearly dug her fingers into the small, swaddled body of her child. Her eyes filled with tears, no longer sure what to do to make the crying stop.The exhaustion from sleepless nights spent caring for her baby, combined with the constant arguments with Darson, left her drained and on edge every day. Because of this, all her pent-up anger and frustration were taken out on the maids in the mansion—and on her own child."I told you to stop already! I can’t take this anymore! Please, just give me a break!" Chiarra pleaded tearfully, her voice shaking with both rage and desperation as she yelled at the baby."M-Madam… I'll take care of Chrystal for you. Please, just get some rest—""If I could, I already would have
As soon as Celeste opened the door, she found her husband standing before her with a woman clinging to his side, her pregnant belly protruding prominently.“Let us in first,” Darson said in an emotionless tone.Celeste, her face a mask of cold detachment, stepped aside to let them enter. She watched with a composed demeanor as Darson helped the pregnant woman settle onto the living room sofa.“Thank you, Daddy,” the woman said softly, a delicate smile playing on her lips.Celeste’s eyes narrowed slightly at the term of endearment. Her expression remained stoic, but her heart clenched painfully. She remained silent, her breaths shallow as she struggled to maintain her composure.“Darson, who is this woman?” she finally inquired, her voice steady but laced with an underlying strain.Married to Darson for five years, Celeste had always devoted herself to him, believing their bond unbreakable. But now, the reality of their strained relationship hit her like a cold wave. Her heart felt hea
"The woman Sir Darson brought to the mansion is beautiful and kind. I really admire her! Madam Celeste, on the other hand, even after five years in the mansion, is still difficult to approach. She always wants to be greeted and respected. But with Madam Chiarra, we became close right away!""Be careful with what you say, Tami. They might think you're taking the mistress's side. Even if Madam Chiarra is kind, we shouldn't support what's wrong.""Hmp! Why not? I feel like Sir Darson is going to leave Madam Celeste sooner than later. He's not happy with her anymore. But if you look at him now, his happiness has returned with Madam Chiarra! I guess that's just how it is. When a woman lacks something, the man will look for another woman to fill that void.""For me, Madam Celeste doesn't lack anything. It's just that she can't give birth to a child for Sir Darson. What kind of wife would deny her husband the chance to have a child, right? Honestly, in this day and age, they can use technolo