“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
"Don’t leave me, Darson!" Celeste cried, her voice trembling with desperation as she clung to her husband.Her heart ached, not from love, but from the fear of losing the last chance to exact the revenge she had been planning all along. She couldn’t let him go, not now, not when she was so close. The thought of being abandoned here, on this dark, empty road, with no one around and no way to carry out her plans, filled her with terror. The moon and stars offered no comfort, only a reminder of the loneliness that awaited her if she failed.“P-Please, my love!” She forced herself to sound pitiful, trying to appeal to whatever lingering affection he might have had. “Believe me, I didn’t push Chiarra! I-I didn’t hurt her! She did it to herself, p-please believe me, Darson!” Her words were a lie, a pitiful mask she wore to buy herself time. Inside, she was seething with hatred, not only for Chiarra but for Darson as well. How dare he turn his back on her after all she had endured, after ev
Celeste looked up at the enormous mansion before her. It was brilliantly lit, with lights and decor gleaming in gold. Even though she came from a wealthy family and was married to a billionaire, their home wasn’t nearly as grand as this. It was as if the entire family’s fortune had been poured into this mansion.She couldn’t believe that the man who was just in critical condition earlier lived here. She couldn’t help but wonder why he was dying in that remote place where Darson had left her. She was also curious about the commotion among the battalion of guards she now saw milling about.“Sorry for the confusion, Miss,” a man said as he approached her, where she stood near the doorway.“Are you Diego?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.The man nodded, his expression serious, his sharp eyes assessing her as if trying to gauge her entire being. Celeste blinked and looked away, feeling self-conscious. She knew she looked like a mess. Her face was swollen from crying earlier, th