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The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 21. Unexpected Suprises
Julian’s POV:“You must be joking, mother.” I chuckled sardonically. She definitely had to be joking. I thought we were gone past the bullshit matchmaking game she enjoyed playing. She had set me up with yet another girl? When was she going to give up and understand that I was never going to get married to any of those girls she picked out for me. “I’m not son, and the sooner you understand that I’m being very serious about this, the better for you and that girl, Marilynn.” “It’s Ashlynn, mother. You should also know that I’m being serious about marrying her. And the sooner you understand that I’m fucking serious about her, the better for you and whatever girl you’ve arranged for me.” And with that, I stormed out of the living room despite her calls for me to come back and her speech on how a child should be respectful and not walk out on their parents. I slammed by bedroom door shut and that was the sharp cut that faded my mother’s angered voice. I let out a pent up frust
Last Updated : 2022-11-07The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 01.Reality Check
Ashlynn’s POV:Men. Will. Fuck. Anything.And I’m not saying that just because my step-uncle’s in jail with bestiality charges for raping his neigbour’s dog, repeatedly. Then why? You may ask. Well you see, my fiance was brutally murdered on our wedding day, a quite gory sight. It was a very terrifying and heartbreaking moment especially if you’d want to take into consideration that I was the one who killed the cheating bastard. Like I fucking planned and executed his freaking murder and I promise you, it was quite a thrilling tale. . . FLASHBACK: Third Person’s POV: Tristian and Ashlynn, two twenty somethings love birds who’s romantic relationship stemmed up the ‘modern way’–well, at least that’s how Ashlynn’s mother tends to describe the couple’s technical meet cute.They had met online, by thankfully swiping right on Tinder (swoon!) after their profiles had been matched. Their first date was a bit of a disaster though- it started pouring heavily while they were
Last Updated : 2022-10-14The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 02. Till Death Do Us Part
Ashlynn's being stood there frozen at the threshold, almost as still as a lifeless log of wood and utterly dazed with confusion, her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. The overwhelming and anguishing wave of gnawing realization hit her like a Tsunami ravaging a small village, it almost seemed like time itself had frozen. The only two problems here apart from the obvious fact that the two-faced, bloody bastard of a fiancè had been two timing two sisters, sticking up his penis is two biologically related vaginas, was that who the hell screams like that getting banged? No one does! Sex is not that good that she had to cause a sonic boom by breaking the sound barriers with her high pitched howler monkey squeals. The sight churned Ashlynn's stomach. She just couldn't bare to watch them anymore. "Tristan! Aaralynn! How could you?"Her abrupt presence and the vehement screech in which her words poured out ended it all. It was over. Woah, sex of a lifetime.
Last Updated : 2022-10-14The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 03. Pleasured Profanities
Ashlynn's POV: TRISTAN'S funeral was quite pathetic to say the least. Well, that's what everyone who had attended it said. I for one, was forbidden by my dear mother to attend. But I would've preferred they had given the late love of my life a very befitting burial as he was quite a handsome gentleman, right until his very end. It's no surprise that his funeral was crapstatic and beggarly. His family were penniless nobodies and couldn't even as much as afford to launch a proper murder case investigation— thankfully. My mother who would've helped, had blatantly refused to have anything to do with "Those wretched dipstick Hollands" after she had found out from Tristan's drunken mother that they were only marrying into our family because we were stinking rich, not because he loved me. Poor shame. Well, leave it to Mrs. Holland— a spewing drunk, to get intoxicated before her son's supposed wedding and blurt out her family's secret to wealth. So technic
Last Updated : 2022-10-14The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 04. A Tiny Little Kiss
Ashlynn’s POV:OKAY, I'll come clean.The truth was that despite how much the curious cat in me had continually pricked me into going back to the strip club three days later to meet him, I just couldn't. There, I said it! Well I couldn't, partly because I was scared as fuck! Like why the hell would he "marry" me and put a god-damned, expensive as fuck diamond ring over my finger while I was asleep? Creepy right? What if this was a part of his scheme and he was some undercover cop and he just wanted to lure me there so he could slot a pair of handcuffs over my wrists and arrest me? Or, what if he was some skilled, handsome as hell serial killer sent to assassinate me and give me a taste of my own medicine. And worst case scenario... Was that he was disguised as a hot human but he was actually a high-ranking alien, the godfather of a ruthless alien mob from fucking Uranus and then when I get to the club, he would beam me up with his UFO then take me back to his
Last Updated : 2022-10-14The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 05. Enter: Mr. Arrogant.
“FIANCEE?” The older man which I had now learnt was his dad and I chorused in puzzledly surprise. Okay, what the hell was happening here? Handsome jet-black dude then nodded, chuckling as he held me tighter, dragging me more closer his rigid frame before he codedly nudged me slightly with his elbow. Hold on. Hold on. Wait, a damn minute! Was Mr. Handsome here trying to subtly ask me to play along with this ridiculous charade? Hell no. "Oh shit, my bad. I just ruined the surprise didn't I?" Handsome jet-black dude chuckled, palming his face. "I wanted to propose to her here at this very club and that's why I flew all the way to Vegas in the first place, dad. And that's why she's shocked I called her my fiancee because I haven't proposed yet." He explained, overly emphasizing a few of his words and that was a very obvious clue that he really wanted me to play along with this. Sorry pretty boy but hell no! Notwithstanding, I wasn't going to call him out for
Last Updated : 2022-11-02The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 06. Aquamarine Eyes
Ashlynn's POV; "I beg your pardon!" I screamed over the phone. "What is wrong with you! Getting my number? Tracking down my location? You're just a fucking creep who doesn't know when to give up, aren't you?" "Actually I'm not a creep, Ashlynn. I just don't know how to take no for an answer." If I wasn't so fucking mad at him, I would've swooned over the way my name eloquently rolled off his tongue, as well as every other word he pronounced. He was well spoken and dreamingly articulated. "Listen here Julian, You are an obnoxious, terribly arrogant person and I would neve–" "I'm pulling up into the parking lot." He interrupted, announcing and I swung around immediately and spotted a black Phantom Rolls Royce rolling sleekly into the lot. My jaw slacked in amused shock as the vehicle steered closer to where I stood. It was undoubtedly him. He wasn't bluffing. And he was obviously loaded because my mother was a wealthy business woman yet, I don't thi
Last Updated : 2022-11-02The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 07. Duck Meat
Ashlynn's POV: "I'd be having the Island Duck with mulberry mustard and the lady would be having the same." Julian placed his order and the very kind elderly, waitress with a brunette bob jotted it down with a smile. "Anything else?" The sweet lady asked. "I didn't say I wanted the Island Duck with mulberry mustard." I spat at Julian. Why would he suddenly assume I wanted that, and who the fuck eats duck meat? Isn't it like, illegal to kill ducks? "I'd like to place a different order." I turned to the lady, smiling and she nodded, ready to take down my new order. "No, you won't. You're having the Island Duck." Julian immediately retorted and the waitress's face crumpled in confusion. "I'm not eating a fucking duck!" "You will eat it, Ashlynn." "No, I won't. I'm vegetarian and I can't have meat." I lied. You should see me at 3am gnawing on the innocent flesh of deep-fried peppered turkey legs. I just desperately didn't want Julian to have h
Last Updated : 2022-11-02
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The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 21. Unexpected Suprises
Julian’s POV:“You must be joking, mother.” I chuckled sardonically. She definitely had to be joking. I thought we were gone past the bullshit matchmaking game she enjoyed playing. She had set me up with yet another girl? When was she going to give up and understand that I was never going to get married to any of those girls she picked out for me. “I’m not son, and the sooner you understand that I’m being very serious about this, the better for you and that girl, Marilynn.” “It’s Ashlynn, mother. You should also know that I’m being serious about marrying her. And the sooner you understand that I’m fucking serious about her, the better for you and whatever girl you’ve arranged for me.” And with that, I stormed out of the living room despite her calls for me to come back and her speech on how a child should be respectful and not walk out on their parents. I slammed by bedroom door shut and that was the sharp cut that faded my mother’s angered voice. I let out a pent up frust
The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 20. The Morning After
Ashlynn’s POV: I had to take a moment to digest the absurdity of what Julian had just spat at my face. Remind me again, what sort of obnoxious jerk did I get myself involved with? “You really want me to sleep on the couch?” I questioned, the annoyance in my tone was vivid and profound. “I believe I didn’t stutter, Ashlynn. And I like repeating myself.” Julian’s stance was unwavering and it infuriated me the more. I shot him a death glare, “I hate you.” He shrugged unprovoked. I sighed, realizing once again that there was no winning against Julian Kings. I got off the bed murmuring profanities at him and made my way to the couch, taking one of the smaller blankets and a pillow alongside. I scrunched my face in disgust as I laid on the unpalatable material I was being forced to sleep on. It was very comfortable for a couch, but as a bed? Not so much. “Good.” Julian commented and I flipped my middle finger at him. He huffed, switching off the lights and the room
The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 19. First Night Together
Ashlynn’s POV: This little girl lept into Julian’s arms and he caught her, twirling her around with a broad smile on his face as she giggled. “I’ve missed you too, Hazel.” Julian spoke, kissing her cheek and then set her down and she latched unto his hand. I was resisting the urge to smack Julian’s head, then ask him a million and one questions about his daughter, especially the fact that he hadn’t told me about her. I tried to mask my surprise and shock, hoping that none of those emotions had crept to my face because his family would be suspicious that he hadn’t told his dearest, darling fiancée that he had a daughter. A scowl took over Hazel’s face as she noticed my presence, “Who is she?” She pointed at me. “Another one of your dad’s concubines, sweetie.” That was Mrs. Kings answering before Julian could even speak. “Come let’s get you ready for bed.” She added, glared at me wickedly and then came over to get Hazel. As her grandmother led her away,
The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 18. The Obnoxious Spawn
Ashlynn’s POV: I had read about Julian Kings during my free rime at the hotel and I saw how much of a bloody casanova this guy was. The blogs, tabloids, media pages and his whole search results feed was full of headlines of how he had affairs with some of the most prolific ladies in the entertainment industry and had so many other conquests apart from that. Being that I grew up in the United Kingdom, I didn’t really know how much of a fucking playboy Julian Kings was and now, I’m no longer associating myself with such energy. I took the elevator down to the gala hall and was about making my way towards the exit, angrily stumping and carried away with my angered thoughts and because of that, I didn’t even know when I had stumbled into someone. “I’m so sorry.” I immediately voiced an apology and the person immediately turned around, it was none other than Sydney, Julian’s sister and I had just spilled her wine on her beautiful emerald green dress. Just great. “I’m
The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 17. Double Fuck
Ashlynn’s POV: The moment Julian’s lips parted mine in a kiss, it felt like a wave of electricity surged through my veins and rejuvenated my being and I felt every of my cells come alive with a new light. I found myself kissing back with the same fervour and intensity his lips pressed on mine, and god did it feel so good. Jesus, I was so unbelievable. This was a man I was supposed to be angry at for ditching me at this gala, yet instead of pushing him away, I did the most pathetic thing by moaning, thereby granting him the access and pathway to slide his tongue into my mouth. And it was when I felt the foreign element in my mouth that realization slapped me right across the damn face and my eyes widened, as I pulled away from him. I could still feel the current throbbing in my lips from the endearing kiss and I resisted the urge to touch them, that would only fuel his already massive and highly inflated ego. I could also still taste him in my mouth; he tasted so good and
The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 16. Emotion Taunting
Ashlynn’s POV: What in the name of—Someone else knew my secret? My Lord! When does it end?My phone began to tremble in my hands as I stared at the message plastered on my screen, trying to process all the feelings those nine emotion–taunting words stirred up in me. I wanted to hurl my phone across the bathroom and watch it shatter against the doors of one of the stalls but that wouldn’t solve the grievous matter at hand, and for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to look away from the text just yet. So many questions ran through my mind, the winning set of troubled inquiries were;‘Who is this person?’ ‘Where is this person?’ ‘And how does this person know my secret?’I made sure to dispose of everyone who had gotten a hold of anything incriminating that would expose me. So how come this person knows my secret… and is alive? A wave of fear ravaged my being, and I began to sweat profusely. My hands were still trembling, my knees were buckled and it felt like they woul
The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 15. Paper Towel Encounter
Ashlynn’s POV: “I’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars if you break up this relationship you have with my son and stay out of his life for good. ” I had to repeat the words that just left Mrs. King’s mouth multiple times in my head before I could fully digest it’s meaning. Was she seriously paying me off? Offering me money to stay away from her son? What an evil thing to do! Especially considering the fact that she’s doing it behind her son’s back. “Just think about it critically. We both know you’re only here for his money. So why don’t I just give it to you and then you’ll leave his life without saying a word about this to anyone, especially him.” The words disgusted me to the core, so much that it churned my stomach and it made me wonder how low this woman could go to get something she wanted. “So what do you say? Are you in, or not?” Saying that her words left me dumbfound and speechless was an understatement, and I couldn’t even find the right words to
The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 14. The Offer
Ashlynn's POV “Julian!” The ‘younger’ of the two old women beamed on sighting him and in a quick action, she had her arms wrapped around him in a tight, affectionate hug. “Mother.” He acknowledged, embracing her too in a split-second long hug and then he broke away. Not the affectionate touchy-feely type huh? I figured. His mother was a beautiful woman. She dazzled in polish, radiating elegance and Julian had not only inherited her good looks, but her aquamarine eyes and jet-black shiny hair that surprisingly had no strand of aging gray. “Welcome, Julian.” The younger girl I presumed was his sister greeted him and then her gaze rested on me, she smiled. “I see you brought someone special along with you.” She grinned now as her eyes rolled from me to her brother and she teasingly flashed her brows at him. “It may seem like he has taken special interest in her but we all know Julian and how he changes women like clothes. Don’t be surprised if he takes ano
The CEO's Contracted Little Wife 13. The Climate Is Changing
Ashlynn’s POV: Once again, my kiss with Julian had ended as soon as it had started. But I can testify first hand that for the 3.5 seconds that he had his lips on mine, it was hot and it sent warm, tingly currents all over my body. I wonder what would happen if we kissed longer. . . For a moment, my mind actually went blank shut and I was still recovering from the momentary kiss with him. I was lost in my own fantasy only to be jolted back to reality by Julian tugging my hand as we moved forward on the red carpet and his bodyguards paved way for us. We entered into the reception of the grand hotel and I had nostalgia from the last time I had walked past a hotel reception, with a pink suitcase and my twin sister's remains in it. I have no regrets though, she had to die for sleeping with my ex-fiancè Tristan. Tristan. I still had feelings for him, despite all that he had done, sadly. And I felt like utter shit because it was selfish of me to get aroused from an
