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“We will be going out tonight so that you both can get acquainted,” she added. “Who… am I marrying? I mean, I don't even know him.” I exclaimed, a little nervous as my breath shivered alongside my body. “Suzanne, this is not about you, this is about Kai,” she said, holding my cheeks with both of her hands. “We are making this sacrifice for the only family you have left, do not think about yourself for one second, we must do everything needed to secure this contract marriage.” Then I pulled backwards. “Wait, is it a contract marriage?” I asked, quickly digesting what Stella just told me. “Yes it is, you are to bear him an heir.” my lips twitched, what a messed up man, so all he wants is an heir. “You are to be a stay-at-home wife for the time being of producing his child and after you deliver, the child will be taken away from you while the divorce will be processed.” Stella added, looking me straight in the eye like, ‘There's no going back.’ I knew there was none, I had to save my child by all means, it was just me sacrificing my body to be used as a birthing machine, it shouldn't be more than me. I tried to dab the tears that crowded my eyes and whipped my nose. “We need to get you something sexy to wear to the club,” she said, pulling me up. “But… who will stay with my boy?” I stammered, not moving from my seat. Her eyes rolled sideways then she took her phone out of her bag and made a phone call. “Marianna, the Spanish woman that lives next door to me has agreed to come and stay with him, she is a good babysitter. Am sure Kai will lack nothing.” She then pulled me up from the chair. “The earlier we get this money and the surgery is carried out, the better for Kai.” She smiled encouragingly and we hugged each other tightly. *** It was 5: pm when we left the hospital for Stella's house to get ready for the night. I felt like I was being a prostitute but I had to do this, it was the fastest and might be the only way I could save my son. “I didn't ask.” she turned to me waiting for me to finish. “Who gave you this information about marrying a billionaire?” I raised one eyebrow while flaring my nose. “Chill out girl, it's Desmond, my ex-boyfriend,” she said while smiling at me. She picked out a dress, nodded in admiration and turned to me: “This would look perfect on you, get up and get cleaned up.” She walked to me and helped me up. Stella was always there for me and I appreciated her, she helped me feel alive especially when I felt down, but she was a bit crazy. Especially when she was with Desmond. “When did you guys start talking again? And how am I not aware?” I snapped at her, blinking twice in anticipation. “Well my love, he hit me up three months ago and we've been on three dates since then,” she smiled sheepishly and turned around. “I need to know all the details, I hope he's not…” She turned around and gave me a pair of heels while placing one finger on my lips. “Let's save the gossip for after Kai's surgery,” she said and got undressed. Stella didn't take long in the bathroom and I hopped in as soon as she came out. I hurriedly cleaned up well, washing under my boobs and my butt. Soon we were ready to hit the club, but I still lacked the energy that was needed to win a man, talk more of a billionaire. I wore a short Red dress that exposed half of my thighs. I was so uncomfortable because it was too revealing for me but I had to look my best. Stella put on my makeup and I looked amazing if I must say. We got to the club and the broad shoulder giant welcomed us. Followed by the dim-coloured lights of the club, music, and people dancing. Some were even making out. “Don't be so uptight Suzanne,” Stella said with a wink that pulled a fragile smile out of me. I nodded and we walked to an empty corner of the club. My eyes roamed the room, and then it hit a familiar face. “Ummmm girl, isn't that... your ex?" I asked my voice barely above a whisper, and eyes wide. Stella followed my gaze, her jaw dropping as we watched through the crowded dance floor, Desmond was deep in conversation with a man who exuded an aura of effortless power. Tall, impeccably dressed, with a gaze that seemed to command attention. This man was undeniably captivating. "Oh my God," Stella breathed, "That's Dominic Khan." Just then I felt a shiver run down my spine. I knew the name, of course. Who didn't? Dominic Khan, the enigmatic billionaire, a legend in his own right. I’d seen his face on countless magazine covers, his philanthropic endeavours splashed across every news channel and I think Tavon had a bit of hatred for him in the past. As if sensing my gaze, Dominic turned his head, his eyes sweeping the room. Our eyes met, and a jolt, raw and unexpected, surged through me. Time seemed to slow down. The throbbing music, and the chatter of the crowd, all faded away, leaving only the intensity of our gaze. His eyes were deep and penetrating, holding a curious intensity that both intrigued and intimidated me. I quickly averted my gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt a blush creeping up my neck, my cheeks burning with an unfamiliar heat. "He's... he's even more impressive in person," Stella murmured, her voice barely audible. I managed a weak smile, my mind still reeling from the brief but intense encounter. I couldn't explain it, but there was an undeniable spark, a raw, primal connection that seemed to ignite between us in that fleeting moment. Or should I say me? Suddenly, my gaze caught up with him again. Dominic Khan excused himself from Desmond and began to move through the crowd, his gaze fixed on me. As he approached, the air around us seemed to thicken, the music fading into background noise. ‘Is this the man who doesn't want love but an heir?’ I asked myself. "May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice a low silken baritone that sent shivers down my spine. I tried to hesitate, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But something in his gaze, a quiet intensity that spoke volumes, compelled me to say yes. As we stepped onto the dance floor, the music seemed to fade away, leaving only the rhythmic thud of our heartbeats. Dominic's hands found their way to my waist, his touch surprisingly gentle yet firm. I felt a jolt of electricity, my body responding to his touch in ways I hadn't anticipated. Our bodies sway to the rhythm of the music. I felt a strange sense of intimacy as if we were the only two people in the room. His eyes, dark and intense, never left my face, holding mine captive. The heat between us intensified, a simmering tension that threatened to ignite. I found myself leaning into him, my senses heightened, my breath catching in my throat. As the music pulsed and our bodies moved as one, I felt a thrill I hadn't experienced in years, a thrilling sense of danger and excitement that both terrified and exhilarated me. I knew this was wrong, that I shouldn't be feeling ‘this way, this was only going to be a contract marriage.’ I mentally reminded myself, but I couldn't seem to resist the pull of his gaze, the intoxicating power of his presence made me shiver on the inside.Dominic's pov:I sat in my office with my desks cleared out of all the day's appointments, reminiscing about the previous night.My encounter with this lady who had agreed to all my selfish desires. She also melted into me last night, a little more interesting than I presumed but still so naive."You like her, don't you?" Desmond's voice echoed, I didn't notice him come in, was I that absent-minded?I scoffed, trying to appear nonchalant. "Like her? You know I don't love, Desmond?”Desmond chuckled. "Of course not. But you seem… intrigued."I avoided my friend's gaze, running a hand through my hair. "She's… different.""Different?" Desmond pressed.I hesitated, searching for the right words. "I don't know. Naive and Unpredictable." I paused, a flicker of something akin to amusement crossing my face. "And she seems to have a certain… spark."Desmond raised an eyebrow. "A good fit for the position, then?"I took a sip of my whiskey, contemplating the question. "I think I can manage her.
Suzanne's pov:“Your clothes will be ready by this weekend; we will come back for fitting.” The stylist said as she and her team packed their things to leave. I gave them a warm smile as they left. Now alone, I decided to explore my new home. As I walked by the corridors, I noticed the Art on the walls, each of them looking beautiful and unique as they held different stories untold. “I told you I always get what I want, she is mine now.” I heard Dominic speak to someone on the phone. As I tried to open the door further to listen more closely, the door made a squeaky sound. I froze. “Who is there?” Dominic said in a commanding tone, his voice low and threatening. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I had been discovered. I tiptoed back to my room, my feet barely making a sound on the floor, and gently closed the door behind me, holding my breath in hopes of going unnoticed.My mind raced with questions. Who was Dominic talking to on the phone? What did he mean by 'he always gets
Suzanne's pov:“You are leaving me all alone?” I frowned. “Is there something you need from me?” he questioned nonchalantly, taking up his keys from the table. “You have the housekeeper at your disposal.” I pressed my lips against each other.“I need to get what you are not giving me. I need to quench my thirst.”My jaw twitched in irritation. “Is this what our marriage will look like?” I murmured. “Well, who knows? You agreed not to question my decisions and follow my instructions, did you not?”The question pinged my chest. A familiar ache I had felt before. My eyes crowded with tears as I bent my head, trying to hide my emotions.What did I expect? He said no strings attached till our aim had been achieved and we got the divorce.“Do you want me to stay?” he asked, raising my head with his hand on my chin. “Do whatever you want, I do not have the right to tell you anything,” I replied softly, removing his hand from my chin.He chuckled slightly and walked out of the sitting room.
Dominic's pov:Without a word, Suzanne walked past me, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she made her way to the bar. I watched as she gracefully slid onto a stool, her back straight but her movements unusually slow.Something wasn’t right.She rested her hands on the counter, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of an untouched glass. Her expression was distant, her eyes unfocused as if lost in thought.I knew that look.She was thinking deeply. And whatever was on her mind had pulled her away from the moment entirely.What is she so caught up in?I exhaled and forced myself to turn back to business. Oscar and the others were already deep in conversation about a potential deal. I nodded along, pretending to be fully engaged, but my attention remained with Suzanne.Then, I noticed movement near the bar. A man, someone I didn’t recognize, approached Suzanne.His stance was confident, his smile easy. He leaned in slightly as he spoke to her.I clenched my jaw.My focus wa
Suzanne‘s pov:The next morning, I woke up to the bright sunlight burning through my window.The events of the previous night were still fresh in my mind, the way Dominic had taken control at the bar, the way his touch had set my body on fire in the car. But more than that, the message from Rachel haunted me.I couldn’t shake the feeling that it meant something bigger, something I wasn’t prepared for.With a deep breath, I got out of bed and made my way downstairs.Dominic sat at the dining table, his coffee half-finished, his phone in his hand. Dressed for work, he looked as put together as always, calm and unreadable.I hesitated for a moment before stepping forward."Good morning," I said, my voice even.He barely glanced up. Just a nod before his eyes returned to his phone.That was it. No warmth. No trace of what had happened between us last night.I clenched my fists. Did he know I had seen the message? Was he just pretending nothing had happened?Before I could say anything els
Suzanne's pov:She scoffed. "Suze, come on. Rachel could be his business partner or sister. You don’t even know if the baby is his. And even if it is—"I shot her a sharp look."Relax, I’m just saying you should talk to him first before jumping to conclusions."My chest tightened. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was being irrational. But the idea of Dominic keeping something like this from me made my stomach churn.I needed air. I set my cup down and stood. "I’m going out."Stella blinked. "Where to?" "Anywhere but here."She smirked. "So, you’re gonna go to a party and act like you don’t care?"I grabbed my purse. "Exactly." Before she could say another word, I was already at the door. Because tonight, I didn’t want to be the wife drowning in doubts.I just wanted to breathe.Dominic's pov:The meeting room buzzed with conversations, but my mind was elsewhere. My phone vibrated against the polished table, and when I glanced down, an alert flashed on the screen.“Suzanne has left the hou
From here on is an explicit sex scene, with obscene words and a raw display of physical intimacy. Please do not go further if you are below the required age, or do not want any form of erotic expression.Read on if you dare!Dominic’s pov:She had no idea what she did to me.Sitting beside me in the car, silent but burning with the same hunger I felt, Suzanne had no clue just how much she was unravelling me. The way she bit her lip, the way her fingers trembled slightly as they rested on her lap—I saw it all. Felt it. She was nervous, but she wanted this. Wanted me.And tonight, I was going to give her exactly what she needed.By the time we reached the house, I had barely shut the front door before I had her against the wall.She gasped, her wide eyes staring up at me, but I caught the flicker of something else, anticipation.I trailed a single finger down her arm, slow, teasing, making her shiver. "You don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?"She swallowed hard. “Dominic—"I c
Suzanne's pov:The next morning, I stirred awake, my body still aching from the intensity of the night before. A lazy smile played on my lips as I stretched, reaching across the bed, expecting to feel Dominic beside me.But the bed was empty.My smile faded as my eyes fluttered open. The space beside me was cold, as if he had been gone for a while. I sat up, my gaze scanning the room, only to hear the faint sound of running water.The bathroom door was slightly open, and through the gap, I saw Dominic step out, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his chiselled chest.His dark eyes met mine, but there was no softness, no trace of last night’s passion. Just the usual unreadable expression.“Good morning,” I said hesitantly, watching him as he ran a hand through his damp hair.He barely acknowledged me. “Go to your room.”My heart sank, but I masked it quickly, nodding stiffly before slipping out of the bed and making my way to my room.A short w
Dominic’s pov:A stewardess greeted us with a warm smile, but Suzanne barely acknowledged her before sinking into a seat by the window.I took the seat opposite her, stretching out, watching her. She was angry. No, beyond angry, this was a quiet storm brewing beneath the surface. I needed to fix this. But how do you fix something when the other person won’t even tell you what’s broken?The jet took off, the soft vibrations running through the cabin. I poured myself a drink, letting the amber liquid swirl in the glass.“You’re really not going to talk to me?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.Suzanne’s fingers tightened around the armrest, her lips pressing into a thin line. Still, she said nothing.I sighed, setting my glass down. “Suzanne, we can’t keep doing this.”She turned her head slightly, just enough for me to see the flicker of something in her eyes, hurt, confusion, anger, but she looked away just as quickly.“Tell me what you want,” I pressed. “You want answers? You w
Dominic’s pov:The silence between us had become unbearable, thick with tension neither of us wanted to break.Suzanne had been distant, colder than she had ever been. I had to do something. Anything.That’s why I was taking her away…I found her in the sitting room, absently flipping through a magazine she wasn’t actually reading.She looked up when I entered, her expression blank, as if she had already decided she wouldn’t care about whatever I was about to say.“We’re leaving tomorrow,” I announced, getting straight to the point.She raised an eyebrow. “Leaving?”“Yes. You and I. A vacation.”She scoffed, tossing the magazine onto the table. “You think a vacation is going to fix everything?”“I think we need time away from all this,” I countered. “Somewhere private. Just us.”She let out a humourless laugh, standing up. “Where?”“A private island.”She stared at me for a long moment, her arms crossed. “And you decided this without asking me?”“I wasn’t going to give you the chance
Suzanne’s pov:The air in the house felt heavier than usual, thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions.Ever since Fiona’s name flashed on Dominic’s phone screen, the walls of our home had begun to feel like a cage.I needed to get out.The silence between Dominic and me had become unbearable. The more I tried to make sense of things, the more my mind spiralled into chaos.I refused to sit around waiting for an explanation that might never come. I needed air, space, and someone who wasn’t Dominic to talk to.I grabbed my coat and sent a quick message to Stella, asking if she was free. Her response was instant.“Meet me at our usual spot.”I exhaled in relief. At least one thing in my life still felt stable.As I stepped out onto the street, the chill of the evening air bit at my skin.I pulled my coat tighter around me, trying to shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in my stomach. Something felt... off.It started as a prickling at the back of my neck, an awareness I cou
Suzanne’s pov:I sat in the living room, my mind spiralling, my heart pounding erratically against my ribs. The weight of Dominic’s words pressed down on me like a stone, suffocating and unbearable.“I can’t give you details.”The words kept playing over and over in my mind, slicing through the fragile trust I had begun to rebuild with him.He didn’t even try to ease my fears, didn’t try to assure me that it was nothing. He just left me with those five damning words. No explanation, no comfort. Nothing.I had spent the last hour pacing the room, clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to convince myself that I was overreacting.That there was some logical reason why Fiona, the woman who had shattered my life, was calling my husband.But no matter how much I tried to rationalize it, my gut twisted with unease.I ran a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling beneath my skin. Why was he being so secretive? Why was he refusing to let me in? After everything we had been through, aft
Suzanne’s pov:When he finally plunged his hard cock into my wet vagina, my clitoris arched, they craved filling and he was doing just that.He began slowly, teasing me, while still sucking on my hard tits, I felt helpless yet my body wanted this. “Dominic… oh Dom…”Although my eyes were closed. But when I opened them slightly, gasping for air as his cock hit my cunt, I caught a glimpse of him. His forehead pulled together, his mouth open as well.He was in the same world as me. “Argh” I screamed when he took his cock out of me. “What are you doing?” my brows furrowed.Then he picked me up from the bed and turned me around. My ass facing him. “Straighten your hands forward.” I obeyed.He plunged his cock into me once more, but this time harder. His hands wrapped around my waist. Pulling me, pushing me, as the rhythm of our bodies aligned.He wasted no time in increasing the pace. “Oo…” I moaned and pulled the sheets as my eyes popped, my mouth open.Back and forth, he increased his sp
Dominic’s pov:The dining room was quiet except for the occasional clink of silverware against the delicate plates. I stared at the plate in front of me, my appetite conflicted with the weight of my emotions. Suzanne had cooked for me.I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Normally I would have ordered her not to enter the kitchen. She sat across from me, serving Kaii small spoonfuls of mashed potatoes while stealing glances in my direction. I didn’t look at her, but I felt it—the nervous anticipation in her body language, the way she pressed her lips together every time I lifted my fork but didn’t take a bite.Finally, I cut a piece of the steak, speared it, and brought it to my mouth. The moment the flavour hit my tongue, I froze.It was incredible.Rich, perfectly seasoned, cooked just the way I liked it. I had eaten meals prepared by the best chefs in the world, but this… this was different. It was warm, comforting, and oddly personal. Before I knew it, my plate was empty, and
Suzanne’s pov:Guilt was a heavy thing. It sat in my chest like a boulder, suffocating and unrelenting. I had stormed out of Dominic’s study deeply offended, convinced I had been wronged and betrayed. But now, as I sat curled up in bed, staring at my phone, the weight of my assumptions pressed down on me.I had been so sure, so utterly convinced that he was hiding some grand, devastating secret. And yet, the truth had been something else entirely—something deeper, something that spoke of responsibility and loyalty, not betrayal.With a groan, I buried my face in my hands. I jumped to conclusions. Again.Before I could talk myself out of it, I scrolled through my contacts and tapped Stella’s name.She picked up on the second ring. “Well, well, well,” she drawled. “To what do I owe the honour of this late-night confession?”I sighed. “I messed up, Stella.”There was a pause. Then, “Tell me everything.”I did. From the moment I saw the article, to the confrontation in his office, to th
Dominic’s pov:I watched her leave, her back rigid, her steps hurried as if she couldn’t escape fast enough. The door clicked shut behind her, and for a long moment, I just sat there, staring at the space she had occupied. My fingers curled into a fist against the polished wood of my desk.Damn it.The call I had been on cracked back to life. “Dom?”I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Yeah.”Desmond exhaled on the other end. “So, are you finally going to tell her, or are you going to keep up this act and let her drown in her own conclusions?”I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes. “It’s none of her concern.”“She’s your wife,” he countered. “Contract or not, she’s living in your house, in your life. You can’t expect her to sit in silence while the whole world speculates about you and Rachel.”I clenched my jaw. “I told her not to believe everything she reads.”Desmond scoffed. “That’s not enough, and you know it. If you don’t tell her, you lose control of the situation.
Suzanne’s pov:The rest of the day dragged on in agonizing slowness. Even after Stella left, her words lingered in my mind. Dominic was avoiding me. That was clear. But what wasn’t clear was why. Why was he reacting like this? What exactly had changed?I paced around the house, restless. Dominic still hadn’t come out from his study, and I refused to go knocking on his door like some desperate woman begging for his attention. I had my pride.By evening, I curled up on the couch with my phone, mindlessly scrolling through social media. That’s when I saw it.A picture.Dominic and a young woman.As I looked closer, my stomach dropped. It was Rachel.They stood close together, him in a sharp suit, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. She was beautiful, her smile warm, her eyes gleaming with admiration.The caption beneath the image read: Rachel and Dominic Khan spotted at a private charity event overseas last year. The ever-elusive CEO has always kept his personal affairs private, b