All Chapters of Her husbands: Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

“Lady Hazel,” I jumped at the unknown voice, I had gotten so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realise someone was standing at the door. Darting my eyes to the voice, I found a tall slender woman, wearing jewels that a normal worker wouldn’t wear, a silk navy blue dress that enhanced her lean curves. Chestnut hairs that opened in loose curls twisting down her small waist. Light blue eyes regarded me with a polite smile.“Lady Camilla,” I regarded her, standing up to show her that she was welcomed. Nodding to herself she walked straight right in. Her confident strides as of a Queen, bold and authoritative. Eyes flickering to every corner before they landed on doors that led to different rooms and it seemed like she was particularly looking for something–or someone. Blocking her view, I smiled.“We couldn’t meet properly during the breakfast, so, I thought why not apologise on behalf of my husband and get to know each other?” Her suggestive voice irked something inside me. She looked li

I was lied to by someone who I thought cared about me. I was emotionally blackmailed into feeling the guilt. I thought I was too indulged in begging for his attention that I didn’t even realise that I was too blind to see the signs. Their late-night fights, bruises on her wrists, sadness in her eyes. She was suffering, and I failed to notice. People say time heal wounds. Fib. Time couldn’t heal, it destroys, just make you believe that the sufferings had stopped, but no.My mother’s death was announced so suddenly that it took me by surprise. Food poisoning. However, I refused to believe. Cause that seemed very vague way to die. My mother couldn’t leave me behind. That explains the unshed tears of my father on her funeral, him marrying Irene right after. T-this was planned.“I-I do not believe you.” In deepest part of my heart I knew he would not lie to me. But my self-esteem was too much. What would he regard me as? A girl whose father killed her mother? Pathetic. Claus narrowed his e

Hands shaking, I gripped Theodore’s shoulders as Ezra rubbed the tip of Theo’s hard erection over my swollen lower lips. My throat was dry and sore with all the wails rippling through me yet Ezra didn’t show an ounce of mercy. “Ez!” Theodore groaned under me, his arms clasped over my waist tightly as he embedded his face into my neck. I didn’t remember when Ezra dragged Theodore onto a bed, and when his belt was replaced with Theo’s hands. Ezra had Theodore on a bed and pushed me on top of him. My knees were on either side of Theo as Ezra played with both of us. Ezra’s fingers played with my wetness, opening the folds and running his digits along it and resting his thumb over my pulsating clit. He pushed a finger deeper inside, making me moan. He pushed it in and out hard and fast, juices soaking them. He added another finger and stretched it as he chuckled darkly. “You’re dripping, Hazel.” The orgasm coursed through my entire body, making my skin flush and my toes curl. I closed

Veles ducked the incoming knife as he caught it mid-air with his hand. The sword in his other hand meets their necks. Each of them fell with a heavy thud as their blood spilt on the porcelain floor. The others remaining on the other side spun around and widened their eyes as their hands shook. Veles couldn’t be any more startled. First, the guards of his kingdom were attacking them, and he couldn’t be any more pissed at their mutiny. “You know how much I despise traitors?” He growled as his claws elongated and sparks of ice extended into sharp blades as they meet their necks. And part of him feels guilt about having the death of warriors he trained himself on his hands. But they were in danger, trying to kill him and his brothers. And he couldn’t stand it. Upcoming swords meet the ice, the power in his veins unrelenting as he growled and his golden eyes turned the deepest shade of red before he sliced their limbs. He draw more blades from his hands, frozen knives sticking to their e

“The vases, Georgia. You can give them to me.” She shook her head while smiling. “No, it’s fine. I can carry them.” I took the vases from her hand and she rolled her eyes. “I am pregnant, not disabled.” “I never said that. Plus, you need to take care of yourself more.” Georgia was pregnant for two months now. When Aloysius died, she was pregnant with his child and it took me several days to talk her into keeping the child. She wanted to get rid of it. Many sleepless nights and insomnia had her body weakened and if it wasn’t for one of the guards finding her near the lake, I was afraid of what would’ve happened to her. She felt ashamed of her husband’s actions. “I am just two months pregnant. I still think I-“ stubborn. I sighed and grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to me. Her dark eyes softened and she sighed. “I-I am so sorry for what-““It wasn’t your fault. Whatever happened, it happened for a reason.” I assured and she nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. Ou