His Wife and His Girlfriend

Orion's POV

Chloe scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Stop acting tough sweetheart. I will definitely see to it that you regret this decision.”

“I will say this for the last time. I did not marry Richard for his money,” Ava replied, meeting Chloe's gaze.

Chloe scoffed again, “Please, like you didn’t see the dollar signs the moment you signed that marriage license.”

I watched Ava closely, expecting her to break under Chloe’s words. But she didn’t. Instead, she lifted her chin, defiant.

“You don’t know anything about me,” she repeated, her voice firmer this time. “I didn’t marry for money. I’m not interested in your wealth or your pity.”

Chloe laughed mockingly. “Sure, sweetheart. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

I watched as Ava’s eyes burned with anger, but she didn’t bother lashing out. She just stood there, taking it. And for some reason, that irritated me even more.

“You’re nothing but a pawn in my father’s game,” I said, stepping closer to her. “And once I figure out how to get out of this mess, you’ll be nothing but a memory.”

Her eyes locked onto mine, her expression unreadable, and for a split second, I thought I saw something flash in them—anger, maybe even defiance. But it was gone as quickly as it came.

“Then you have my good wishes,” she said quietly with a smirk.

For some reason, her calm acceptance annoyed me. I wanted her to fight back, to show some sort of weakness. But she didn’t. She just turned and walked away, leaving me standing there with Chloe.

“Well, that was fun,” Chloe said with a smirk, linking her arm through mine. “Let’s see how long the little gold digger can last.”

I didn’t respond, my eyes still following Ava as she disappeared down the hallway. Something about her composure, her restraint—it bothered me more than it should.

As we turned to walk away, my mind was already spinning with plans of how I'd make her suffer. I listened as Chloe chatted about her latest fashion obsession, but my mind was elsewhere.

I couldn't shake the image of Ava’s calm demeanor, her unwavering defiance in the face of Chloe's insults. She definitely has cobwebs under those calm facades and I desire nothing more at this point but to strip her bare.

As we reached the end of the hallway, I turned to Chloe. “I'm going to take a walk,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“Babe, we just arrived. Let's go in and I'll make you feel good,” she purred, trying to pull me into the room but I wouldn't budge. I just needed some alone time to process things and figure out how to deal with the ever-scheming Ava.

“No baby. I really need to clear my head,” I replied.

Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Alone?”

“Yes, alone,” I replied, my tone firm.

I watched as she pouted, but she didn't argue. She knew better than to cross me when I was in this mood and that's one of the things that makes her desirable.

With that, I turned and walked away, my mind racing with thoughts of how to deal with Ava. I knew that this was going to be difficult but I was determined to put her in her place.

As I walked down the hallway, my thoughts kept drifting back to Ava. Her composure gnawed at me, more than it should have. She was supposed to be just another pawn, someone I could easily control.

Yet there she was, standing firm in the face of Chloe's viciousness.

No one took Chloe's insults lightly, yet Ava hadn't even flinched. What kind of woman is she?

I needed to figure her out, peel away those layers she hid behind. There had to be something—some weakness, some vulnerability I could exploit.

Ava was too calm, too collected, and it unnerved me. What was she hiding? And why did it feel like she was playing her own game, even while on the losing end?

As I made my way down to the courtyard, the cool night air did little to ease the tension building inside me. I leaned against the cool wall, running a hand through my hair.

Why did her defiance bother me so Much? Was it because on one had ever dared to stand their ground against me? Or was it something else?

Chloe was easy to handle—predictable, even. I knew exactly what buttons to push to get what I wanted. But Ava? She seemed like a very hard puzzle and I couldn't quite figure out how to solve her, and that made me want to break her all the more.

The challenge she presented was both infuriating and intriguing.

I smirked at the thought. Ava may have won today, with her cool indifference, but I wasn't done with her yet. Not by a long shot. If she thought she could continue this charade of strength, she was mistaken.

I would find her breaking point, and when I do, I'd make sure she never forgets her place as a gold digger and a whore.

I took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill my lungs. One thing was certain. I wasn't walking away from this fight. Not until I break her to my satisfaction.

After spending more time outside, I decided to go in and join Chloe, the thoughts of drowning myself in-between her legs caused my dick to throb in a pleasurable way.

I sprinted back into the mansion and almost kicked the door open, already pulling off my shirt from the hallway.

I stepped into the dimly lit room, already half-undressed and eager for the familiar warmth of Chloe. The room was quiet, and I could just make out the silhouette of someone sitting by the bed.

The air felt different, heavier, but I was too caught up in my thoughts to care.

“I'm here now, baby,” I murmured, my voice low and raspy. But instead of Chloe's sultry reply, I was met with silence.

I blinked, my vision adjusting to the faint light. And then I saw her–Ava, sitting calmly on the bed, her eyes fixed on me with that same unshakable composure.

My heart dropped and a wave of confusion washed over me. What the hell was she doing here?

I froze, unable to mask the surprise that flickered across my face. “What are you doing here?” I growled, quickly zipping my pants and trying to regain control of the situation.

She stood slowly, her movements deliberate, and for a brief moment, I could've sworn I saw the faintest smile tug at her lips. “This is my room, Orion.”

She paused and walked slowly towards me, her hands carefully landing on my bare chest, “our room,” she added with a little smile.

And I froze.