Work resumed pretty easily, even if Delta was supposed to be married. Everyone in the Marcille faction was chattering about the actual church wedding of their bosses. The maidens and the old maids knew that if something like that ever happened, they wouldn’t miss it.
No wonder no one found out; they were not married under the scrutinizing eyes of the public just yet.
Wolfram was simply lounging in the inner office, eating cake that Eine had packed for them. Delta would eat more than her slice, but she had more troubles than the real CEO. She didn’t care for it, either, since Wolfram was giving her a salary as a consultant.
However, some kind of notification made them both turn to their phones. After all, someone from the House of Ra server pinged both of them. Normally, the chatters wouldn’t be tagging them out o
The photos and the videos were all deleted as soon as they got posted. However, everyone could still speak about it and pass their images through personal chats and texts. Everyone raved about it in the background, while the Colton family sat in silence. Even Mariska sat in silence. When Delta came to see her, she was only in their house’s waiting room. Mariska was downing wine glass after glass, not wanting to have a conversation with Delta or Trisha; who were both in the room with her. Then again, it was inevitable; Delta made it so. “Mariska, can we hear your thoughts about what happened earlier?” Delta directly took the bottle of wine next to Mariska’s glass. “Your diamond watch even drew a cut on Big Brother’s face.” “Humph, give it back. Why should I be speaking with you?” Mariska tried to snatch the bottle
It just happened that his body was already leaning against the wall, so it didn’t visibly limp. Her fear was also from the fact that a needle was still on Yuri when it happened. It would be a big inconvenience if it broke, and she would have to take it out through surgery. “…Big Brother… can you hear me?” Delta chuckled after the blood was collected. That was the only time she forced Yuri to slide down the wall and sit on the floor. “Yuri? Yuri? Should I call Wolfram? What should we do?” “I’m awake…” Yuri suddenly spoke so softly. He then shifted his weight and massaged his forehead. “My mind is still very awake. No need to make a fuss out of it.” Delta joined him on the floor and instructed some agents to get a few things. The agents didn’t crowd around and continued with their work. After all, three of them had
It was a bold move, but Delta had long forgotten how to hide in the shadows. Whoever targeted Mariska and Yuri Colton wanted to see how the Colton family crashed down from within. They just lucked out because Delta was now one of the wives of the Colton. The people walking around the luxurious high-end mall were all celebrities in their own rights. Some of those who wanted to shop on their own or strut their style would show up and show off in the Grand Ambrosia Mall. Most shops here were for members only, unless they were the well-known ones who were up and about. Socialites flocked to the crevices of this highly aesthetic mall, which featured the greatest backdrops for any candid shots or whatever outdoor shot they asked for. It’s just that there were still some people who could wow these supposed socialites—more when gossip abounded about the people involv
Instead of a happy meeting, however, the excited woman ended up shaking her tray and tipping over her drink… on Janelle’s shoulder. She gasped and tried to rescue the glass, but more food rained down behind the actress. Those were even warm food with colored sauces. “Oh, my God! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! Clumsy me! I got you all wet and dirty! I’m so sorry!” “Just go away!” Trisha finally got up and used her hands to lightly push the man away. She also snatched the plates and glasses that slid behind Janelle and placed them all back on the woman’s tray heavily. Like an angry hen, the second wife clucked aggressively at them with utmost derision. “Nuisance! Imbeciles! Don’t get near us anymore!” “Oh, my God! I said I’m sorry!” The woman whined in shock as if Trisha was the audacious one. However, Trisha wa
Wolfram stared at the action of his wife, only for him to get a glimpse of her underwear. They were deep blue and sticking tightly against her skin. They were also lace and thin. He then suddenly covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing out loud. “This just happens once in a while, Wolfie. Revel in it.” Delta laughed as she took the white dress off her. She was not wearing these to impress him; in fact, she only opted to wear them because she would be shopping for clothes with the others. Some dressing rooms were wide enough for two, and Janelle didn’t shy away from helping Delta from the inside. Lena just reminded her not to wear anything she didn’t want to be seen on her. “Dammit, you should go out with them more.” Wolfram finally laughed out and made his hands feel the part of Delta’s waist that w
Delta only laughed at his instant karma. However, she also caught a loud bang from the main door of their office. Someone seemed to have entered their office with so much aggression. She wondered if the pantry was bugged by the Red Core instead. It’s just that… the voice that came was from someone she didn’t guess would come: “Delta! I know you’re here! See me.” “Is that Mariska?” Wolfram snorted and made his last cough before clearing his tears from the pain. In an instant, he was back to the nonchalant third son. “I’ll stir that for you. If she’s looking for you, she might punch me out of nowhere if she finds me.” “Did you do something to her?” Delta hurriedly exited the pantry and opened the inner office door to find Mariska standing there. Her cold gaze was both freezing and filled with fiery rage. It was as
“Sorry, they’re just not in the mood right now. Can you ask a few girls to come and make us feel young again instead? Maybe it’ll make things better.” Delta chuckled, making the two glared at her. She didn’t even apologize and just sipped on her drink. “Oh… uh, sure…” The male dancer laughed awkwardly before accepting the two bills and leaving the table. He then looked around for some female dancers, who were not manning some tables yet. At the view, Trisha flared her nose. However, she spotted the girl who was seen with Yuri. She quickly took Mariska’s glass and threw the contents at Mariska’s face. She then berated the other, who was yet to react. “How could you be so clumsy? Come, come, let’s get you cleaned up.” Trisha got up and pulled Mariska. “Cover your face. The little slut is here. Let’s find the toilet
“Huh?” Mariska pulled back, but she couldn’t get too far as Yuri was holding her waist with both arms. She even felt how the man was licking her skin. Heat quickly spread throughout her body, and redness covered her entire face. “Wait, Yuri…” “Don’t be too shy, Mrs. Yuri Colton…” The young woman laughed and hopped over the couch. She then stood behind Mariska and leaned down to trap her where she was. Her hands then crawled to Mariska’s breasts and pulled on one side to expose one of them. It’s just that before it could even feel the cold wind in the strip club, Yuri caught it with his mouth. Mariska’s body felt a tremble, more when he started sucking on the tip. The young woman continued to massage the other one while licking Mariska’s neck. Her other hand was even supporting the other that was being sucke