*RADELLA* In the morning. "You cheap woman!" I woke up and sat up straight away when Keaty shouted at me like that in my dream. I turned my head and saw Louis still sleeping by my side. Rubbing my face I got out of bed. Wearing a silk kimono. Take a glass of drinking water and sip it slowly. Open the balcony door and close it again. The sky was still dark and looked beautiful because of the stars shining on it. My life, which used to feel dark, is now bright because of Louis' love. But it wasn't easy, I had to go through a lot. Love that shouldn't be. A relationship that was initially forced becomes something that is addictive and difficult to forget but must be left behind. And finally what? I'm to blame, me. I was the one who tried to save my child but I was the one who was hated. I tried to protect my child but I was also hated. I am the one who cannot escape the situation. I am also the one who is hated, insulted, and humiliated without thinking, what if they were me? I'
Now he's gone abroad again for maybe 2 weeks, even though he only came back from Paris 3 days ago. I have been married to him for 5 years and during that time he has always avoided me with meetings and work trips abroad. I know he doesn't love me but in the slightest... is he not interested in my body. Out there, men always look at me... worshiping what God created for me, but why is he so reluctant to touch me. Even though he did something to me at most once a month and even then, if he was drunk, I didn't even get to feel what the pleasure of making love was like. And at the end of his enjoyment, he always mentions another woman's name, like last night, several times, unlike usual, only once, but he still mentions the woman's name... it's sad, isn't it? Currently, I am heading to my husband's hotel, a family legacy that he developed and succeeded in becoming the best hotel and has 5 branches in this country and I am the General Manager. I was accompanied by 10 bodyguards who alway
I was enjoying my sweet food and slowly my tears fell, how long would I wait to get rid of it?We both agreed that when we got married we would not demand each other's wishes and accept our parents without complaining about household problems.And we will divorce if there is evidence of infidelity between us, even though there are widespread rumors that he is having an affair. There is no evidence that he kissed or held hands with another woman. Even the detective I hired couldn't get a photo of them. The guard was so tight that I couldn't get through.Am I the one who has to create a scandal so that I can get rid of him as soon as possible? After 5 years of waiting, I'm tired. My daydreaming stopped because the hotel decoration department met me. "What is it?""There's a little problem, Madam. Our hotel ballroom doesn't seem to be enough for tonight's event with a capacity of 3000 visitors.""Where is the problem?""The many decorations and menus make the room full, if you wants to
My car was speeding down the streets of London. The breeze felt like it was piercing my skin because I opened the window a little. I saw my driver whose eyes glanced at me now and then. It's okay, I already have an admirer I thought As expected, news hunters had gathered in front of the hotel to interview and take photos with famous businessmen. When I got down and just took a step, the flash of camera lights all headed towards me, even the businessmen in front of me looked back, with a heavy heart I smiled at them and passed them gracefully.I also heard gossip from journalists. It's natural because my appearance this time is like the earth and the sky. I always wear modest clothes even though sometimes they are a little tight and don't overdo the make-up. But tonight I used bright red lipstick like my dress. "Isn't that Radella Jackwell" "Oh yes, wow... this time it's charming and sexy. Ah so hot" "Yes, yes, she even prettier than Sarah, her husband's lover.""Wow, .if she's lik
I was surprised to hear his words but my heart seemed to want to challenge his words which seemed to belittle me. I drew closer to him with my hands on my hips."I'm 30 years old and you're 28 years old, what can you satisfy from a senior like me?" I said while bringing my face closer to his, which was only a few centimeters apart. I could even feel his breath because our lips were so close, almost touching, and I kept looking into his eyes. looked at my lips, then, Without warning, his big hand grabbed the nape of my neck and immediately kissed my lips passionately until I fell backward because he was balancing on him. Slowly I enjoyed the hot kiss, I thought I liked it. I returned the kiss while playing with my tongue with him, showing him that I was smarter than him.But unexpectedly, his hands were actively exploring my body... slipping into my dress, squeezing my buttocks. So hard that I wanted to scream but was prevented from doing. Because his lips continued to press against m
After a few minutes, I finally arrived at my residence. I threw my body on my soft mattress with all the aches and pains in my lower part. How can I make love to someone I just met, even though he is my subordinate, where is my brain, why don't I reject him.His touch makes me forget my self-esteem as a woman, am I so thirsty for men's touch, and caress that I am easy to control. I took off my dress and everything that was attached to my body and went into the spacious bathroom. Soaked in the bathtub which looked out onto the view of the pitch-black London skyline, with lights scattered below like stars in the sky. While washing my hands and feet then rubbing my face gently with foam covering my body at this time and thinking. What should I do with the new chef tomorrow? I wanted to be angry but I enjoyed his touch ... even though it was rough and passionate as if he wanted me. Just remembering it my body felt like he wanted to be touched again. It occurred to me. Can I invite him t
*Louis*While relaxing with my friends at the beach, Sarah, my sweetheart was cuddling with me and occasionally kissed me. A friend of mine approached us, showing a photo on his cellphone, saying, "This is your wife, Louis... she's beautiful. If you let her go, I'm ready to replace you for her," which made my ears burn. I felt forced to look, though I didn't want anything negative to happen to her. I saw a photo of her uploaded by a famous photographer with the caption 'RADELLA FLOWERIST ROWDIE = a man's dream woman.' Seeing the caption and reading the comments made me feel like my eyes were about to pop out, especially the detailed exposure of her body's curves, which I found too vulgar. I wanted to slam the cell phone but quickly suppressed my anger when Sarah kissed my cheek. She said, "Don't be serious, honey, let it be... maybe she needs to tempt other men to get close to her. It might be easier to distance yourself from her.""If someone dared to approach her? Besides, I'm tired
*RADELLA*"Ahss Radella!" He screamed after I kicked the most important part which was located between his crotch. Pushing his heavy body until he fell to the floor. I ran to the bathroom then closed the door and locked it. I don't want to be touched by him consciously. I don't want him to compare my body to his girlfriend's body. That must be what he wants, right? He wanted to see me, to see what he had never consciously seen. Brak ... brak... brak "Open RADELLA... RADELLA!! You will know if you fight me and reject me!" Louis' screams echoed as he tried to bang roughly on the bathroom door and wanted to break it in. Fortunately, this room is equipped with soundproofing, so the servants won't hear the commotion going on in my room. "Go out there with your whore... I'm waiting for your divorce papers. Release me immediately so you can have fun dating her, you bastard husband!" I scrambled to hold the door afraid he'd manage to open it. I'm annoyed that he treats me like a prostitut