LUCILLE I hate the fact that he didn't leave me alone to die. Why did he save me?Honestly, I am tired. I am tired of getting into trouble while leaving one. The chaos in my life kept increasing every day since I got married to Ramsey. "What!" He muttered, puzzled by my statement. "Yes. I want a divorce. I am tired of everything," I let out, tears gliding out of my eyes. "Calm down, Lucille. You are not in your best condition right now," Ramsey discreetly reminded, checking my countenance so that he would be sure he hadn't made a wrong statement. "I don't care if I am in my best condition or not, Ramsey. I want a divorce and that's it. Leave me alone. I want my life back. I want my stress-free life back. Give it back to me," I yelled, glaring deep into his eyes. He pulled me into a warm embrace before I could make another utterance. Then, he softly said, "I cannot leave you, Lucille. You have to stay with me and let us fight this battle together. I cannot do without y
LUCILLE With a forced smile, I turned, glimpsing at her emotionlessly. "It's nice meeting you after a while, Ms. Rosemary. How are you holding up? I don't think you can come somewhere like this. Perhaps, you came to seduce another woman's husband," I exclaimed in an audible voice, intentionally making people hear what we were talking about. A glint of hatred and defeat flashed across her eyes but was swiftly concealed with an ambiguous emotion. She also forced out a smile and mumbled, "No, Lucille. I should be asking what a low class person like you is doing in a Dynamic Hotel. Have you gotten a rich, pot-bellied man who's funding your fake luxurious lifestyle?" I scoffed, revealing my set of teeth. Then, I shook my head. "Never, my dear. I am different from a whore and betrayal who snatched her best friend's fiance. Oh! Talking of that, how is your lover boy holding up? I heard his family is in turbulence right now," I said, staring deep into her eyes unblinkingly. Her
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
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
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
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
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 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 With a forced smile, I turned, glimpsing at her emotionlessly. "It's nice meeting you after a while, Ms. Rosemary. How are you holding up? I don't think you can come somewhere like this. Perhaps, you came to seduce another woman's husband," I exclaimed in an audible voice, intentionally making people hear what we were talking about. A glint of hatred and defeat flashed across her eyes but was swiftly concealed with an ambiguous emotion. She also forced out a smile and mumbled, "No, Lucille. I should be asking what a low class person like you is doing in a Dynamic Hotel. Have you gotten a rich, pot-bellied man who's funding your fake luxurious lifestyle?" I scoffed, revealing my set of teeth. Then, I shook my head. "Never, my dear. I am different from a whore and betrayal who snatched her best friend's fiance. Oh! Talking of that, how is your lover boy holding up? I heard his family is in turbulence right now," I said, staring deep into her eyes unblinkingly. Her
LUCILLE I hate the fact that he didn't leave me alone to die. Why did he save me?Honestly, I am tired. I am tired of getting into trouble while leaving one. The chaos in my life kept increasing every day since I got married to Ramsey. "What!" He muttered, puzzled by my statement. "Yes. I want a divorce. I am tired of everything," I let out, tears gliding out of my eyes. "Calm down, Lucille. You are not in your best condition right now," Ramsey discreetly reminded, checking my countenance so that he would be sure he hadn't made a wrong statement. "I don't care if I am in my best condition or not, Ramsey. I want a divorce and that's it. Leave me alone. I want my life back. I want my stress-free life back. Give it back to me," I yelled, glaring deep into his eyes. He pulled me into a warm embrace before I could make another utterance. Then, he softly said, "I cannot leave you, Lucille. You have to stay with me and let us fight this battle together. I cannot do without y
RAMSEY My heart dropped when I saw Lucille inside the filled bathtub, lying lifeless. "Lucille!" I yelled, rushing to her side, without noticing the slippery floor. As I was about to get to her, I slipped and hit my buttock on the floor. Without wasting a lot of time groaning, I sprang up and dashed to her. "Lucille!! Lucille!!!" I called, hitting her cheeks continually to revive her. I touched her pulse. It was still active. That made me a bit relaxed. I carried her out of the bathtub into the bedroom, wore her a dress, and hurriedly took her to the hospital. I was certain the doctors must be tired of seeing us regularly at the hospital. I wouldn't lie. Ever since we got married, I had caused Lucille nothing but pain and discomfort. I had a lot of trouble lurking around and she was the one who always ended up in it. Getting to the hospital took all the night before her condition became stable.*. *. * Tyler Newton's House The trio sat in the living room, glancing at
LUCILLE I opened my eyes weakly but was forced to close them back because of the intense pain in my head. However, seeing that I was in an unfamiliar and dimmed-lit room, I was forced to unlock them. "Wow!!! It took you ten minutes to be finally awake," A masculine voice rang in the room, probing me to glance in the direction of the voice and I saw a man standing by the door. It looked like he just finished locking it. My eyes swayed all over his body and I realized that he was putting on nothing but shorts that hugged his body tightly and was showing the curviness of his gigantic manhood. My heart skipped at the sight. Then, it dawned on me that I had been tricked. The little crying boy was a trap laid for me and I'd foolishly stepped into their trap. "What do you want from me?" I questioned in a shaky voice, dragging myself backward as he moved toward me. An ambiguous smile spread across his face as he walked closer. "What do you think? Your body or your money?" The smile s