Chapter Twenty-eight Rain My heart thumped with confusion, a mix of pain, disappointment, and excitement stabbing at my chest. I didn’t know if I should turn to Enzo and ask him, right there in front of everyone, why he couldn’t tell them I was his wife. Why would he pay thirty million dollars to marry me just to keep me hidden? Why act so possessive at home, keep me tethered to his side in public, only to deny the truth when it mattered? I didn’t understand him. I didn’t know what he was thinking. And on the other side of it all was Andrew—his eyes glowing, his smile wide and genuine. He looked truly happy to see me, excited even, a stark contrast to the cold, unreadable expression on Enzo’s face. I stood there, caught in the middle. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs, torn between the man who held me in silence and the one who embraced me in front of the world. I wanted to be seen. I wanted to be married to someone who would be proud to call me his wife. Someo
Chapter Twenty-nine. Enzo. I just hoped Rain had an explanation for what she did out there. I hoped she had some way to defend herself—for flirting with another man right in front of me. What exactly does she take me for? And why the hell is it so hard to make her understand these things? I was her husband. I am in control. I decide every single thing about her. Does she not get that? Does she not understand that defying me—provoking me—could cost her more than she could ever afford? What did she even think she was doing out there? Jerking my hand away like that… for another man? And what now? Was she going to run off with him and divorce me next? She doesn’t understand. She can’t. I’m the only one who can do that. I get to decide when she leaves. Not her. But she didn’t get it. No matter what I did, no matter how many times I made it clear—I was in control, not her—Rain still didn’t understand. Heck, why won’t she get it? I had punished her before, had shown her what h
Chapter Thirty.RainThe last thing I wanted was for Andrew to lose his job. I knew how determined he was, how hard he must have worked to get to this position. Losing all of that—just because of me? That wouldn’t be fair.I didn’t want that. But I also didn’t want to answer Enzo’s questions. If he couldn’t tell the world I was his wife, if he was so ashamed of me that he couldn’t even say it in front of his employees, then I didn’t owe him an explanation. I didn’t have to respond.My heart slammed against my chest. I didn’t know what to do. I was torn, completely conflicted. Andrew couldn’t lose his job over me. He couldn’t lose everything he’d built just because of my wounded pride. Even if this would be the last time, I had to say something. I had to give Enzo an answer.I looked up into Enzo’s pale, unreadable eyes. Despite his blindness, it felt like he could see right through me. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes locked. I drew in a shaky breath to steady myself, then cleared
Chapter Thirty-oneRainI dragged my legs back to my workspace, my entire limb feeling heavier with each step I took, like the weight of confusion and fear was dragging me down to the floor. I couldn’t shake off the way he said nothing—just “leave.” No yelling, no threats, no punishment… just silence. And that scared me more than anything else could.It was so unusual, so unlike him.Enzo wasn’t a calm man. He wasn’t the type to let things slide just like that. That quiet restraint he wore like a tailored suit was a lie. A total facade. Beneath it was fire—danger—violence waiting to happen. So why now? Why the silence? Why wasn’t he saying anything?Was it control? Or was he planning something I couldn’t see coming? Was he planning something even more dangerous than the usual punishment and scolding? What could be going on in his head?I sat at my desk, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the computer. I tried to breathe, tried to drown myself in work, to focus on the fashi
Chapter Thirty-threeEnzoThat marketing guy was no fit for me.He was a weakling—an ant chasing after a wealthy man’s sweetness. He wanted what I had. He wanted my wife. But a man like him, a total weakling, was no competition for me.He was a nobody, and the only thing giving him any name was the fact that he worked in my company. I couldn’t be threatened by someone like him.Not now. Not ever.What did Rain say? Jealous?She said I was jealous. She had absolutely no idea who she was speaking to.I don’t feel jealousy. I don’t need to.That man doesn’t threaten me. Not even a bit. He couldn’t hold a candle to me even on his best day. He wasn’t capable of taking what belonged to me. Not even close.Rain was mine.Mine.And yet…She had blushed. She did so when that marketing guy told her he missed her.I could hear it in her voice, even if I couldn’t see it. The subtle quiver. The softness. The hesitation. I knew what that meant. I’d years of my life reading people with my ears, feel
Chapter Thirty-fourRain I had asked myself multiple times. I had searched through my mind for answers, but there were none. Why? Why wouldn’t he speak? Why wouldn’t he react the way I expected? What could be going on in his head? Why was he so cold, calm, and quiet? But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find the answers.I had come to know Enzo as a man who hated being disobeyed, a man who wanted things done exactly the way he envisioned them. A man who needed my steps to align with the ones he calculated in his head. If he could measure the very breath I took, he would. Enzo was the kind of man who didn’t like repeating himself. He hated hesitation. He despised protest. And when those boundaries were crossed, he’d flare up. He’d spark. Enzo would speak, scold, punish—do whatever it took to make sure his rules and expectations were understood and respected.But this man—this Enzo—was acting nothing like the one I had known.He wasn’t speaking. He wasn’t laying down rules like h
Chapter Thirty-fourEnzoI had been holding it back. I had been trying to control the constant pulse in my cock whenever her soft voice reached me, or the way her hand held mine like she truly wanted to guide my every step. And that silent moan she made at my words—hell, that was the breaking point.I couldn’t hold back any longer.I wanted her.Not as punishment for everything that happened today, not out of anger or frustration—no. This time, it was out of longing, of pure need. Out of the deep, aching admiration I had for how her body responded to mine.I wanted to fuck her—hard, fast—until her legs shook and she was begging. Begging me not to stop, and begging me not to continue. I wanted to fuck her so good she’d lose track of what she wanted—if she needed release or relief. I wanted to give her a new kind of pleasure, something so intense it would make her realize no other man, not even that marketing guy, could touch what I gave her. He couldn’t even lace my shoes.We were in a
Chapter Thirty-fiveRainMy body vibrated with the force of my orgasm, every nerve ending tingling and alive. I looked down as he licked through my folds, taking in every single drop of my release with slow strokes of his tongue.My legs trembled, nearly giving out beneath me, as strong waves of pleasure continued to pulse through my body.Enzo finally pulled back, rising to his full height, one hand gripping my waist—firm, grounding—like it was the only thing keeping my shaking legs from collapsing.My breasts were tight and aching, my nipples hardened against my chest as my eyes fell to him stroking his thick cock, the tip still glistening with his cum. I felt him lean in behind me, his hot breath grazing and raising the hair at the curve of my neck. A shiver rolled down my spine before he even said a word.“You know what I’m going to do to you?” His voice was like gravel and silk all at once, low and slow, like he wanted the words itself to burn into my skin. “I’m going to take m
Chapter Thirty-nineEnzoI thought I’d be able to hold myself back a little longer. I thought I could resist the urge to lose my temper and put this guy in his place. But I had no other choice—I couldn’t just stand there and let him keep doing all of this without a response. What exactly does he think I am? Who does he take me for? And what the hell does he even want from me? Why won’t he just leave me and Rain alone?No matter how hard I tried to make sense of it, I couldn’t. I couldn’t understand what he was after—especially from me. I was certain it wasn’t just about Rain. It couldn’t be. There was something else behind his actions, some deeper motive. But I couldn’t figure it out yet.Then came the grunt. A loud, rough sound of pain that burst out from him as my fist collided with his face. And strangely, it gave me a sense of relief I couldn’t quite explain. I liked it. I liked that now he’d understand something very clearly—that I might be blind, but that didn’t mean I didn’t kn
Chapter Thirty-eightEnzoAll I did was smile at the sound of that. I knew what had happened here—I didn’t need to be told. I knew exactly who could be responsible for this. I didn’t need an investigation. It was the marketing guy. It was Andrew.I could already tell from the way his breath hitched when the driver announced it. Everything he had done today made it crystal clear—it was him.He’d sat with us until we were done eating, as if trying hard to keep us in his sight, just so we wouldn’t step outside and discover what he had planned. He kept us distracted long enough so we wouldn’t find the damage early and fix it. He delayed us on purpose. And now, I knew exactly what he was going to do next.“What will you do now?” I heard him say, his voice dripping with sympathy. Fake. Completely fake. I could practically see the deceiving look he was wearing, the kind that might fool someone like Rain—his tone, his expression, all a façade.This guy was behind it. He did this. And there wa
Chapter Thirty-sevenRainI couldn’t understand him. Not that I didn’t know the meaning of what he was saying—not that I couldn’t comprehend it—but I just couldn’t tell where it was all coming from. What could Enzo have done to make Andrew so bitter, so furious?“Can’t you see it, Rain?” he shook my arms as though trying to shake some sense into me. “Can’t you see what kind of man he is? How he tries so fucking hard to control everyone around him that he doesn’t even care if they get hurt. You should’ve seen that, Rain,” Andrew pressed, like he was scolding a child too blind to notice the danger around her.I stared into his vengeful eyes, my heart pounding with conflicting emotions. I just couldn’t understand the depth of his anger—what had Enzo done to make him carry so much hate? It wasn’t just spur-of-the-moment rage. I could see it on his face—the deep-seated resentment, the years of quiet loathing waiting for the perfect moment to erupt.Sure, Enzo could be a dick sometimes. He
Chapter Thirty-sixRainWe both stayed there for a moment, breathing in the same rhythm—ragged, hot, and heavy, her body vibrating with the force of our release. Then slowly, Enzo pulled out of me, his touch lingering as if he hated the distance it created. I felt him shift behind me, and then his hands came down to my waist, turning me gently until I was facing him, back against the stall door.There was something different in his eyes. They were still wild, still possessive, but softer now. More… tender. He cupped my face with both hands, the rough pads of his thumbs brushing along my cheeks before he leaned in and kissed me.It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t demanding.It was a slow and soft kiss. Deep in its own way, like a quiet claim after a storm.Then his lips moved—first brushing against my cheeks, then trailing down to the side of my neck, placing one last kiss there that sent a shiver trickling down my spine, a short gasp escaping my lips.“Go out,” he whispered, his voice low an
Chapter Thirty-fiveRainMy body vibrated with the force of my orgasm, every nerve ending tingling and alive. I looked down as he licked through my folds, taking in every single drop of my release with slow strokes of his tongue.My legs trembled, nearly giving out beneath me, as strong waves of pleasure continued to pulse through my body.Enzo finally pulled back, rising to his full height, one hand gripping my waist—firm, grounding—like it was the only thing keeping my shaking legs from collapsing.My breasts were tight and aching, my nipples hardened against my chest as my eyes fell to him stroking his thick cock, the tip still glistening with his cum. I felt him lean in behind me, his hot breath grazing and raising the hair at the curve of my neck. A shiver rolled down my spine before he even said a word.“You know what I’m going to do to you?” His voice was like gravel and silk all at once, low and slow, like he wanted the words itself to burn into my skin. “I’m going to take m
Chapter Thirty-fourEnzoI had been holding it back. I had been trying to control the constant pulse in my cock whenever her soft voice reached me, or the way her hand held mine like she truly wanted to guide my every step. And that silent moan she made at my words—hell, that was the breaking point.I couldn’t hold back any longer.I wanted her.Not as punishment for everything that happened today, not out of anger or frustration—no. This time, it was out of longing, of pure need. Out of the deep, aching admiration I had for how her body responded to mine.I wanted to fuck her—hard, fast—until her legs shook and she was begging. Begging me not to stop, and begging me not to continue. I wanted to fuck her so good she’d lose track of what she wanted—if she needed release or relief. I wanted to give her a new kind of pleasure, something so intense it would make her realize no other man, not even that marketing guy, could touch what I gave her. He couldn’t even lace my shoes.We were in a
Chapter Thirty-fourRain I had asked myself multiple times. I had searched through my mind for answers, but there were none. Why? Why wouldn’t he speak? Why wouldn’t he react the way I expected? What could be going on in his head? Why was he so cold, calm, and quiet? But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find the answers.I had come to know Enzo as a man who hated being disobeyed, a man who wanted things done exactly the way he envisioned them. A man who needed my steps to align with the ones he calculated in his head. If he could measure the very breath I took, he would. Enzo was the kind of man who didn’t like repeating himself. He hated hesitation. He despised protest. And when those boundaries were crossed, he’d flare up. He’d spark. Enzo would speak, scold, punish—do whatever it took to make sure his rules and expectations were understood and respected.But this man—this Enzo—was acting nothing like the one I had known.He wasn’t speaking. He wasn’t laying down rules like h
Chapter Thirty-threeEnzoThat marketing guy was no fit for me.He was a weakling—an ant chasing after a wealthy man’s sweetness. He wanted what I had. He wanted my wife. But a man like him, a total weakling, was no competition for me.He was a nobody, and the only thing giving him any name was the fact that he worked in my company. I couldn’t be threatened by someone like him.Not now. Not ever.What did Rain say? Jealous?She said I was jealous. She had absolutely no idea who she was speaking to.I don’t feel jealousy. I don’t need to.That man doesn’t threaten me. Not even a bit. He couldn’t hold a candle to me even on his best day. He wasn’t capable of taking what belonged to me. Not even close.Rain was mine.Mine.And yet…She had blushed. She did so when that marketing guy told her he missed her.I could hear it in her voice, even if I couldn’t see it. The subtle quiver. The softness. The hesitation. I knew what that meant. I’d years of my life reading people with my ears, feel
Chapter Thirty-oneRainI dragged my legs back to my workspace, my entire limb feeling heavier with each step I took, like the weight of confusion and fear was dragging me down to the floor. I couldn’t shake off the way he said nothing—just “leave.” No yelling, no threats, no punishment… just silence. And that scared me more than anything else could.It was so unusual, so unlike him.Enzo wasn’t a calm man. He wasn’t the type to let things slide just like that. That quiet restraint he wore like a tailored suit was a lie. A total facade. Beneath it was fire—danger—violence waiting to happen. So why now? Why the silence? Why wasn’t he saying anything?Was it control? Or was he planning something I couldn’t see coming? Was he planning something even more dangerous than the usual punishment and scolding? What could be going on in his head?I sat at my desk, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the computer. I tried to breathe, tried to drown myself in work, to focus on the fashi