All Chapters of Disgraceful : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Much to her dismay, his face changed at the mention of the other woman, and he went to answer the door. Madame. So that was the way his servants addressed Amanda. Of course. What better way to call a mistress of a magnificent French house?  That was when Ava realized, by marrying him, she must learn to accept the fact that her fate would forever intertwined with Amanda. Since they shared a child together, Amanda was an inseparable part of his life. And hers. Until forever. Entirely displeased, Ava watched indignantly as he opened the door and took the paper from the butler's hand. After dismissing the servant, he unfolded the letter and began to read. An instant frown appeared between his brows. "What happened?"She asked as she came up behind him, but he folded the letter before she could read it. "It's Lillian. She is serio

Despite her resolve to face her new family with her head held high, Ava found herself sighing in relief at the sight of the empty table when she stepped into the dining room the next morning. The prospect of facing her new relatives was thoroughly disconcerting, even more so when she knew they were not entirely pleased to welcome her. A male servant seated her next to the big chair at the head of the long table, which seemingly belonged to her husband. As she waited for the food to be served, she glanced nervously over her shoulder at the door, half expecting somebody would appear there. She was beginning to regret her decision to go downstairs. Polly had offered to send her breakfast to her chamber, but she declined. She decided to face her new family instead of avoiding them. She was mulling over her foolish decision to show up on her own when suddenly a plate landed on the table with a loud clattering noise. Startled, she turned to find a

Sometime later, rumpled and sated, Amanda crawled atop him like a drowsy cat. Purring in satisfaction, she snuggled comfortably against his chest. "Promise me you'll never try to hurt yourself again."He said, staring idly to the ceiling. She turned to look up at him."Why does it matter to you?" "Because I truly care about you." The simple words seemed to touch her, because she went still. After a long moment, the pensive look replaced by her usual playfulness. "I forgot how good it was."She drew circles on his chest with her fingertip, and smiled as she noticed what the careless touch did to his body."Did you miss me when I left?" "Yes." He admitted reluctantly. It was strange that they could talk about their feelings like this. In the past, they had never talked to each other after lovemaking. Yes, they did talk during the torrid session, but it w

"It smells like hell!"Amanda complained once the cover of the pot was removed. A strong herbal odor wafted through the air. They were in a large salon in the French house, sitting on a velvet upholstered coach. "Try it. It works wonders."He showed the faint, faded line across his palm, persistently convincing the reluctant Amanda to try the Gypsi medicine. After a good long while, finally she allowed him to apply the ointment to the stitched wound."Let it absorb for a while. Don't touch or wipe it." Amanda crinkled her noise and started complaining again, but he insisted, carefully smearing the foul cream all over her wound."You'll look just the same as before. You'll forget you ever got this wound." To his great relief, the stinking medicine decreased her mood for amorous act. When he first arrived, she had pulled him down to kiss him and climbed onto his lap, but now she was reclining on

Later in the evening, Ava checked her reflection in the mirror, and couldn't help but feeling satisfied with what she was looking at. She looked fine, to say the least. Today she was feeling beautiful. Her flawless face was fresh and glowing, her black hair tumbled in glorious mass over her shoulders. She was wearing a muted purple nightgown. The shade flattered her pale skin and accentuated her eyes. Entirely happy with her look, she stepped out of the bathroom and into her chamber. Ashton was sitting in the middle of her bed in his silk dressing gown, leaning against the headboard with a book in his hand. When their gazes met, he tossed the book aside. Eyes locked with his, she climbed into bed and came toward him. She wasted no time in showing what she wanted. Without a moment's hesitation, she unfastened his robe and pushed it off his shoulders. In return, he ran his hands up her smooth haunches, pushing the hem of her nightgown up over her hips to cup her b