LUCILLE While thinking of how to pay Ramsey back for what he did to me, I drifted off to sleep. "Lucille! Open your eyes. We are here," I heard Ramsey's soft and low voice. He was patting my shoulder gently. Slowly, I unlocked my eyes and realized the jet had landed. "Oh! I slept off," I let out, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. He pressed his lips on my forehead, giving me a comforting and reassuring kiss, then carried me in his arms out of the jet. Afterward, he unhurriedly helped me stand on my feet. "Where are we?" I inquired, scrutinizing the field with my eyes, astounded by the beautiful surroundings I was seeing. For a fact, I knew we were out of our country. "Somewhere you would love to be," He said, locking my hand with his and we sauntered out of the airport. I could hear the whisperings and gasps from the people as we passed them by. Some were complimenting how we look perfect beside each other while others cursed me for staying beside a perfect man like Ramse
LUCILLE "Fuck! Why did you...." Before I could complete my statement, his huge dick slid into my pussy. A soft moan escaped my mouth. "You are so delicious, babe. I cannot have enough of you," Ramsey let out, thrusting his dick in and out of my pussy slowly. Then, his pace grew faster. In the room, our bodies entwined as we dived into pleasure, lust, and satisfaction. *. *. * By the time it was morning, I was already tired because Ramsey didn't let me go until it was almost dawn. I didn't know where he got his strength from but he seemed to get stronger at every sex round. Maybe it was because it had been long since we last had it. "Babe! Wake up," He muttered, pinching my cheeks as he forced me up. Stretching and grumbling disappointedly because I was forced to open my eyes, I sat up on the bed. A loud groan left my mouth as soon as I got up. A wave of pain enveloped me from my lap down to my head. I squinted my face and glared at Ramsey with a frown. "See! This is all
LUCILLE "$10 million!" Ramsey shouted, raising his number tag.Deafening silence clouded the hall. It was silent enough for the sound of a fallen needle to be heard. The guests fixed their eyes on us, surprised but my husband's face was as calm as a dove.Sheepishly, my head dropped because I couldn't withstand the effect of the piercing eyes on my body. "The bid for the necklace will close at one, two, and three," The man shouted, ringing the bell. "Why did you do that? That was a lot of money," It came out from me in a breathy whisper.Indifferently, he stared at me and retracted his gaze after some seconds, picked up the glass of wine on the table, and sipped it, "You love it!" He answered in a simple manner without looking at my face.I was stupefied. It was too much. I couldn't believe he spent that amount of money on that necklace just because I loved it.After an hour and a half, the auction ended and people were asked to merry until they were ready to leave.While seate
Chapter 52 Ramsey was in a state of shock. He glared at me, unblinking. I didn't spare him a glance. I didn't have his time yet. "You want my husband, huh? " I shouted, pulling her hair roughly. When she tried to fight back, I snatched her hand and twisted it aggressively. "Haven't you exhibited enough displays of shame? How dare you covet my husband?" My grip was getting tighter and harsher. Her screams were getting louder. Ramsey was scared I might make her pass out and he rushed toward us. Before he could get to my side, I sent him hateful and threatening stares which rendered him powerless, and sent him back to the bed he stood up from. I pushed Emilia to the couch and tied her hands with Ramsey's tie that I found on the floor. Afterward, I rummaged through her room and found a rope that I used to tie her to the couch. "Your punishment is simple. You just have to sit here and watch what you can never feel or taste," I mumbled. Ramsey and Emilia were stupefied and c
LUCILLEA part of my brows raised in confusion as I wondered why she was in my office. And she wasn't just in my office but also sitting in my seat. "Mr. Matthew!" I called, clicking my heels on the Italian floor as I walked toward my chair. When Rosemary saw me, her mouth curled into a sinister smile. "Oh! You are here, Mrs. Lucille," "Yeah! What's going on? Why is she here?" I asked, darting my gaze on the Germans. I intentionally didn't pay Rosemary attention. She wasn't worth it. "That's the main reason we are here. After much.....," I stopped him before he could continue his statement. "I'm sorry, but can you teach the girl you brought some manners? She should know better not to sit on a seat that isn't hers," I spat without looking at her. My voice was already becoming rude. "Ah! Miss Rosemary, that isn't right. Please, come and sit with us." For some seconds, Rosemary stared at me unblinking as if she had something to say, she then stood up and sat on the
LUCILLE BRADLEY I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and I couldn't stop appreciating the skill of God because I didn't seem to understand why he was going to create an imperfect girl like me in a perfect way. Well, a lot of people might not accept that I am the best. I care less, I didn't need anyone to tell me that. I will always remind myself that I am wonderfully made. I observed the mascara I applied wasn't enough so I added a little more. My buddy, Rosemary's call came in at the same time. "Hey! Darling!" I let out immediately after I picked up the call. I knew I sounded too excited and it was all because of the surprise I would be getting that evening. "Don't tell me you are still dressing up, Lucille," Rosemary muttered over the phone, giggling. I made a funny face even though she was not there to see it and replied, "I just want to look my best, dearie. I don't want to be caught unprepared by Noah's proposal. You know the paparazzi will be there to take our pict
LUCILLE BRADLEY It must be a drama. It can't be real. I assured myself as I moved closer to Rosemary and Noah who had exchanged rings and were kissing each other. Why the hell am I still sleeping at this time? Noah's party must have started and I was still here, standing in this horrible dream, watching my boyfriend get engaged to my childhood best friend. I pinched myself. A sharp pain traveled around my body and that ascertained that it wasn't a dream. It was really happening. My best friend is getting engaged to my boyfriend. I moved closer to them and inquired, "Don't you think you guys owe me some explanation?"I was fuming. I couldn't hold the shame and embarrassment. They both knew all along that I was just a game to them and yet they dragged me to the party. What for? To witness their union and pray for them or she was just trying to rub it on my face. Rosemary turned and flashed a sheepish smile at me. She pulled me into a hug and whispered, "The game is over now, Lucill
LUCILLE I burst into a peal of laughter. He must be joking. Did he think I was joking with him? I meant it when I said I wanted to teach him some lessons. "I would have loved to do that, old man but I am afraid it can't happen," I refused blatantly. I moved closer to one of the couches there, sat on it, and spread my legs on the table. "What the hell... Can you see she's...," He was frustrated and that was my joy. My intestines were leaping with joy inwardly. He shut his eyes, placed a hand on his forehead, and turned to Francis, "I don't know how you are going to do it but you have just 5 seconds to throw this crazy woman out of my house this instance," I hummed my favorite song and rested my head on the couch. I knew I would leave, this wasn't my house, but not without showing him I cannot be trampled on the way he did to his worker, Francis. "We can't do that, sir. You heard her when she said she was ready to help us. She's our helper, sir," Francis explained. I under