All Chapters of CEO's Only Wife: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Raymond wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes as he slowly turned laughter into distorted silence. “So childish, Eric. Jair was just a source of information when he wasn't very useful. I know you very well, Khoya, and I would be a fool to think that you would tell me everything. Besides, I want to see the girl you chose for Vladek. I want to make sure she's perfect for the task. Frankly speaking, at the moment, I don't feel very convinced." Eric directed his anger inward; absently, he reached out and stroked Kitten's hair. “I accept the attack, Raymond. I chose Kitten myself, and just like in your story: I'm content with my choice. Have you ever thought that a minute in that whore's arms is all I need?" Eric finally calmed down and smiled. “She said it perfectly.” Raymond chuckled and Eric couldn't help but laugh along. They have known each other for a very long time. Raymond was the only one who truly understood Eric, and despite their odd and often tense relationship, Eric

“Take the rag out of his mouth,” Celia ordered. She ambled over to Kid and ran her fingers through the boy's shoulder-length hair, lulling him into false safety before grabbing the blond locks and jerking his head back. “Damn it!” the kid shouted. He tried to break free from Celia's grip, but was caught by her tight little fist. Eric was impressed. “Does it hurt, Slave?” She hummed. There was laughter in the room. The kid's name is quiet. Behind his back, his fists were clenched and his arms stretched out under the ropes. Celia tugged even harder, exposing his entire neck. “Yes…Celia,” he said at last. Gradually, the melodious music playing became quieter until the whole room was left with gloomy silence. That sharpens the focus, every sound becomes an action. The room itself seemed to become a living being, breathing, vibrating, and hungry. Even Eric wasn't immune to the charms of a petite girl who was mastering someone twice his size. “Very well, Slave.” Felipe's voice was litt

He left the hospital and decided to go back to the office for a few hours. It is still quite early now, and offices in Pakistan are still open. You have to make a few calls. Back in the office, he called the FIA and asked if they had any information about a slave auction that would take place in the next few days. As expected, the FIA Agents weren't very happy to receive a call from the FBI, but after mixing the standard sweet threats in their most polite tones, they spoke angrily to him. that will learn and transmit any information obtained. “Please pay attention to private airports to see if there are any famous people entering, for example: billionaires, Muslim leaders, anyone with a lot of money and power. Especially if they have any connection to organized crime, including guns, drugs and forced labor.” "You don't have to show us how to work, Agent Kudo," said the Agent on the other end of the line. His accent is from South Africa. "We have the ability to gather information wi

Anger flashed across her face. “There isn't a permanent mark on me, Kudo, not at all. You don't know how many times he's been there to hold me tight every time I'm sure I'm going to break. He's a monster," she sobbed, "I know. I know, and…it doesn't matter to me anymore.” Women crying left him not knowing what to do. They reminded him so much of his birth mother, lying on the couch, shivering and begging him to find more medicine for her. He used to panic at times like that, knowing that if Greg came home and saw his mother, he would hit her and turn his rage on him. He was only seven years old at the time, but he knew how to hide for a while. He would grab his coat, kiss his mother, promise to return with her medicine and then leave. There was an elderly lady, Mrs. Kavanaugh, who lived a few blocks away. Whenever things went awry, he would stay at her house, eat cookies and watch TV games until his mother, or Greg, came to find him. His mother is a weak woman, a drug addict who car

His refusal seemed to upset her. Yena's two slumped but she nodded for longer than necessary, lost in space again. When she spoke, she seemed to be talking to the room of which Johnny was a piece. Her words weren't for him, and they both knew it. “I knew you would say that. Makes sense, I guess. It's just… I don't think anyone will see it as I do, Kudo. No one will understand at all. If this comes out, people will think I'm crazy. That I was young and didn't know what I was talking about. That I was a victim and that all my feelings were the result of emotional trauma. I think that's the most painful thing." “I've been through everything. I've seen, felt and experienced more than most people experience in their lifetime in just one summer, but what about in the end? I'm just a girl no one can understand. There's a lot of things about me that aren't what they used to be." “I don't want to hear about sex. I know that. I know it's not appropriate to sit here and tell a complete strange