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THE TRADED WIFE Return
At midnight, Byron came back home with a grave mood. He did not waste time turning on the light; he just followed the darkness to walk in his room direction. He had instructed outside security to stay alert in his absence. He knew Abigail would not dare to leave. However, he still can’t take his chance. He hates making mistakes, most notably with the thing that is valued above anything, ‘Abigail,’ The girl he was searching for so long. He stopped in front of the room door and gave a moment of thought before pulling down the doorknob to open the door and enter inside.However, when he meets darkness, he turns on the dim light—only to be filled with rage, seeing an empty bed. The bed was neat and clean. It was almost like no one touched the bed. He got alert and checked the bathroom, but it was also empty. “Damn It!” His jaw tightened, and he gritted his teeth furiously, striding towards the living area. He was prepared to blast over Maggy and all his security guards, who dared to n
THE TRADED WIFE Demand
Once Byron reached the room, he steadily put Abigail on the comfortable bed and then went to close the door. Noticing him shutting the door, her heartbeat increased rapidly, and she sensed the sweat droplets running over her forehead even when the room was utterly air-conditioned. 'What should I do?' She nibbled her lips in anxiety, as her eyes never moved from his movements, which created a lot of suspense and fright inside her with all that distrust.Once the door locked, he spun and stared at his new bride and prey with an evil grin that masked his handsome devil face. Abigail couldn't help but look at her husband's face with all mixed senses while she found he looked stunning in the dim light. He did not care to turn on the ample light, which made the room look more silent and exquisite, but at the same time, it made her feel like he was a giant wild wolf who staring at his prey with all his devouring sights and desired to consumed her without wasting a single moment. "Do I lo
THE TRADED WIFE Strip
"Strip!"Byron ordered with a hoarse voice, focusing on his wife, Abigail, whose eyes were glued over the ground near her feet while both hands and fingers were tangled with unknown itchiness. Her chest still huffing up and down slowly after sharing the hot, passionate kiss. So, even though she listened to him, she could not budge, which drove him rashly wither."What?" "Can't you hear me in once?"He arrogantly interrogated, making her finally look at his side and mutter in a skittish tone, "I…I don't know…" She barely could speak when he sneered in irritation, "What you can't understand? I told you to strip. Remove your cloth…" "Or….Do you want me to take it off with my hands." His corner raised with mock at the end of words.Abigail pressed her lips tightly and glared at his side, "Can I switch off the light?" "Why? It's just a dim light." He smiled faintly, seeing her talking like a white lotus."It's….sill uncomfortable..." She explained with a nonchalant shrug."And so?" He
THE TRADED WIFE The Long Night
WARNING 18+ There are some sexual scenes if you find this uncomfortable. I would suggest you avoid this chapter. "Don't shut your eyes, look at me, Abigail…" Byron gazed at the gorgeous young woman who was just lying beneath him, shutting her eyes, without any single clothes on her body. She was shaking lightly while her body colour changed rosy to sensing his devouring eyes and hearing his husky, intense voice. When he ordered her to open her eyes, the next moment, her dark greenish eyes met Byron's brown honey ones, and the atmosphere turned filled with sexual tension around them. "You look exquisite." He complimented her as his eyes moved slowly from her eyes to her small pinkish face and then reached to her lips, which looked so plumpy and moist. His visions turned so mischievous, like he could eat her just by glancing at her. His eyes went to her neck, long like a swan and ridden with a ruddiness. For a beat, he gulped inside his mind to think, how would it feel to make a
THE TRADED WIFE Warning
The exotic rhythmic night ultimately came to a pleasant peace. In the darkness, the moon's shine like silver radiated out all around the room; the cold, gentle wind swayed swiftly, mixed with their calm breathing, while the swing curtain smoothly obeyed the ambience rightly close to it.The dim and illuminated light was solely fixed on the two inter-wind naked bodies, whose slow, steady breaths, except nothing else, were audible in their surroundings. Besides, The air around them mixed with perspiration and passionate love-making scents, alluding to the wild. The steamy night that they had just shared. In the middle of the bed, Byron's peaceful, unfazed pupils stared at the defenceless sleeping woman lying beside him with mixed premises novelty before moving his finger to touch her reddish cheeks and caressing them with his soft knuckles to detect the dry tears around them and stopped his movement for a moment to analyse it.Her messy hair and appealing, tired, misbehaving appearen
THE TRADED WIFE The Misunderstanding
The room again turned hushed, vamoosing only their heavy breathing sounds in the ambience, which gradually tapered with passing seconds.Abigail was still panting erratically, making her chest heave up and down rhythmically, feeling still fogged. Meanwhile, Byron's breathing had already stabilised. Lying straightly at his bedside, resting his palms over his back head and gazing over the wall, wondering with a long silence before he shifted to scrutinise in her direction with picturesque eyes.His eyes first landed on her panting breath, which was slowly trying to adjust as her eyes closed shut to get some relaxation. After measuring this, he shifted his iris on her naked body, which was now covered with his mark. No matter where he landed his eyes, everywhere, all he could see were red marks, even where it was light from the last round; he made sure to keep the mark again. And, somewhat marking her body like this looks like art to him. She still did not cover herself with a blanket
THE TRADED WIFE HICKEY
"Madam!""Are you awake?" Maggy makes a noise by hitting the door firmly with her hand and waiting calmly to get a response from her new master. In the room, Abigail's deep sleep broke upon hearing the knock. She managed to open her eyes to study around for Byron's presence, but discerning his absence, a deep sigh slipped from her mouth. Her body was still aching, but stiffness was lessened after taking a good rest. She gazed at an open window from where a warm sun's rays were coming over the bed, giving a warm sensation to her body. For a second, it made her forget about all the internal and external pain, letting her lips spread slowly and shutting her eyes to bask in the sun's rays. 'Thank God. He is not here.' Or she doesn't think to enjoy this small basking, and this reminder evaluates her thoughts about Byron from last night—his bold, handsome, naked appearance.Making her eyes open in stupefaction and shame for herself. "What am I just thinking?" she blurted in an abode m
THE TRADED WIFE The Hope
"Madam, please remember, I'm just one call far away from you." Maggy looked in Abigail's direction with tender gazes, who was coming to bid her goodbye on the doorsteps. Maggy's hand held a small suitcase while the car was parked outside the house to pick her up and drive to the main mansion. Her gaze owned a little sadness when the time came near for her to leave. She was worried about Abigail leaving alone with her cold temper, Master. At least, she wants to stay till her be comfortable around him. But she is just an old maid and has no right to do that. She can only hope her Master does not neglect his wife and treat her well. She wished his Master was serious about this relationship and did not break her mistress's heart. However, thinking could not change the reality that her young Master is no longer a sunshine person like in childhood. He is now the hot-tempered adult man who doesn't like someone to go beyond his words. Suddenly, the car horn got her back to reality, and
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THE TRADED WIFE The Kiss
Abigail struggled against him, but Byron grasped her tightly and caged her between his body. She felt frustrated with herself for being so disarmed by him. Her gloomy expression conveyed her displeasure, and she tried to hold herself so excessively to not hit him at this moment, using her elbows, which could simply kick on his centre chest. However, she knew that her one misstep could cause more umbrage only to herself. Byron never let go of being punched by a woman. Hurting her woman pride, she last time utmost submissively tried to request release."I need to go washroom. Please release me…" She tried her best to sound downy, but the harsh breath exhibited a different story to Byron, who could sense her lost patience at this moment. And he knew that if he still tried to taunt her, she would not stop herself from kicking him with her elbow anymore. She thought he could not see her inner plan, but he could easily.However, will that work? Thinking that, his lips spread to a broad,
THE TRADED WIFE The Tease
The rising sun casts a rosy hue across the morning sky, making the rays seep through the window to brighten the room with a shiny glow and waking up Abigail from her restless sleep. She rubbed her blurry eyes and peered at the open pearly sky from the window. Some way, the calm chill breeze coming through there presented a pleasing sensation to her cosy mind and bare body beneath the duvet. After a brief moment of staring in quietness, she discharged a deep breath in the fresh air and lastly attempted to move from her position, whereas her muscle-joint pain and lower back pain screwed her ultimately. 'Uhm' Her lips pressed together as she stopped moving and tried to adjust her muscles first. She unhurriedly tried to stretch her arms; however, she failed thoroughly to realise Byron's strong arms were faster, reaching to wrap around her slim waist firmly. And now his bare muscular body pressing against her stripped back. Sending an electrifying feeling all over her body.His sudden
THE TRADED WIFE Punishment
Her breath hitched when she sensed what his lips, hands and words were doing with her. Even though she's not in love with this man, she can't deny her body reacts so well around him, against her heart's will. And right now, no different. This thought gave her a goosebump momentarily before she gulped her saliva and tried to move from his lap. However, his grip tightened around her, making it almost impossible for her to move even an inch."M-Mr Byron, Can you leave me?" She awkwardly requested."What if I'm not?" His lips trailed to her neck as he whispered.Abigail's cheeks burned to feel his hot breath around her neck. "You can't leave anywhere without my permission." He further asserted, without waiting for her response, as his one arm moved to her things, and the next moment, he started sliding her dress slowly up.His slow-burning touch sent a shiver on her thighs. She shut her eyes, sensing his rough finger touch, eventually tightening her hands' grip around her middle dress.
THE TRADED WIFE Disturb
Abigail walked out from the kitchen and found Byron still in his spot with shutting eyes. After knowing about his mother, she first wanted to check on him but then considered it was not her position to meddle so broadly in his life. Therefore, she changed her way and returned to her room silently without disturbing him. Once she shut the bedroom door, she took a faint breath."I never assumed. My recipe could fit so much with his mother's one. He basically discovered it in his few spoons. It made me a little stunned." "He recognised so rightly, like he tasted this just a few days ago and not a long time enough to forget those tastes." 'She was my mom' She shook her head as she remembered his mixed emotions at that moment."I guess he is not that much of a cold person." "As he is the same as me regarding our parent's unfortunate faiths." "What a cruel thing; we both were luckless to be left out alone to face a harsh world's reality. I can see he faced so much to be turned this cru
THE TRADED WIFE The Meal
He enjoyed her boldness and somehow found her to be his wife; she should maintain this aura.Yet, he can't let her win, so he decides to break her strong bubble with the following sentence, "Oh, dear. You believed in justice. Still, you got married to someone who does illegal things beneath white fortes...To take your revenge? You should go to cops, not to mafia, once you were freed." "So, as per my wife, aren't you half of the criminal as well, just like me?"Abigail's eyelashes tremble as her hands squeeze over her dress edges like a wrong child. He said the truth, and this made her zipped out her lips."I guess we need to end this conversation, or else my meal will get cold." Saying this, he diverted her mind and opened the lid to look down at the pot to
THE TRADED WIFE The Argument
While entering the house, Byron locked the door behind his back. He first made his way to the bedroom, but curiosity stung him to find out what Abigail was doing there; without moving to his room, his footsteps automatically turned to take him to the kitchen entrance, where he soon could smell a homely cooked meal aroma, almost reminding him of his past beautiful childhood days when his mother cooked meal for him and his family.How long has it been since he smelled something this familiar, just like his mother's meal? He deeply thought inside his mind and made his way, stopping just in the corner of the kitchen door without letting her a sense of his presence there.When he looked inside the kitchen, the first thing his eyes landed on was busy Abigail's back. She was in an apron and moving around the sink area to wash a
THE TRADED WIFE Revenge
The gun was not loaded. It's empty. Seeing the man still alive and safe, both mother and daughter breathed in relief, but simultaneously, they were worried about what would be next.On the other side, the man opened his eyes in considerable shock, looking at himself still alive before moving his gaze at the unloaded gun and then at Byron with a doubtful, suspicious expression."W-What just happened?""T-This gun…" The man was voiceless and pondered about what game Byron was trying to play with him and his family.Meanwhile, Byron gaped at him without any hint of expression and boldly voiced even before his uncle questioned, "What?” “Are you astonished to be still alive?"
THE TRADED WIFE Fear
Maggy sadly sighed and turned to walk down the stairs to get in the car. She tried her best to speak for Byron, but after hearing Abigail’s point of words, she could only feel sorry for her master, who made his bride suffer.She can’t imagine if these poor, wounded souls could heal together or worsen with time.Abigail's eyes turned reddened with unshed tears, running back inside with a heavy heart.Meanwhile, In the dark room, the air froze around Byron, who pointed a gun over the old man with a killing expression.In front of him, the old man was shrinking with fear, almost peeing on his pants. However, Byron's scowled expression did not change. He was ready to pull the trigger.
THE TRADED WIFE The Hope
"Madam, please remember, I'm just one call far away from you." Maggy looked in Abigail's direction with tender gazes, who was coming to bid her goodbye on the doorsteps. Maggy's hand held a small suitcase while the car was parked outside the house to pick her up and drive to the main mansion. Her gaze owned a little sadness when the time came near for her to leave. She was worried about Abigail leaving alone with her cold temper, Master. At least, she wants to stay till her be comfortable around him. But she is just an old maid and has no right to do that. She can only hope her Master does not neglect his wife and treat her well. She wished his Master was serious about this relationship and did not break her mistress's heart. However, thinking could not change the reality that her young Master is no longer a sunshine person like in childhood. He is now the hot-tempered adult man who doesn't like someone to go beyond his words. Suddenly, the car horn got her back to reality, and
