All Chapters of Addicted to The Treacherous: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Are you sure you know?" asked Serena-Maureen's friend-when Maureen spontaneously pointed at the young man sipping a drink in front of the bartender. "Your nearsighted isn't acting up, is it?" "You know me, right?" pointed Maureen to herself. Even the back of the sofa on which they sat was like a mattress supporting her heavy head. "It's really hard to memorize people's faces if you haven't met them many times or made an impression." Serena vividly remembers her initial move and seeing Maureen frequently change lens colors to make up for her lack of vision. The weekend at the club was still a long one for them to get through. It was not yet midnight, but Maureen had already finished the full bottle of wine she could get with her black card in hand. The special reservation and drinks she had chosen did not include paying for Aletta as well as a few friends who were not close to Maureen to join her for the evening. Maureen felt the need to have a deterrent effect on Darren. Initia

Security was forced to disperse the crowd and asked the conflicting parties to separate from each other even though they knew one of them was unconscious. "I'm so sorry about my twin, Princess." Matthew led Karin through the corridor to the stairs after receiving Maureen's bag from Serena who was watching them with Maureen's other friends.Occasionally, he examined the result of Maureen's fake nails actions which were not as long as usual. The scratches that appeared under the lamp on Karin's left cheek and left a slight pain when touched."I'm really okay. It can still be treated." Karin took Matthew's hand, filling the man's solid fingers with hers. "She's also drunk, right?"Karin could still tolerate it. Drunk people sometimes lose control and can over express their feelings."I just didn't expect her to fall for your brother," Matthew shook his head, still not expecting to find the owner of his twin sister's leash. Are they dating or have an arrangement?"Ben's wife used to do t

"Hi, where are you come from?" asked Maureen, coming down the stairs slowly wrapped in the blanket Ben had given her. Every now and then she stopped walking and sat on the step. "Lobby." Ben closed the front door of his unit and got a better look at Maureen up close. "Do you need more clothes? Yours are still in the laundry." He lifted the blanket from Maureen's body and noticed some new reddish lines on the surface of the woman's tawny skin. Maureen did not seem to want to bother buttoning a shirt that was damp and torn in several places. "Well, I guess. Your shirt is also uncomfortable to wear." Maureen raised a hand, allowing her play partner to strip the rest of the fabric on her body without feeling uncomfortable. She was quite confident in the smoothness of her skin without the fine hair on the hidden parts from painful waxing. Her peak easily stiffened with each rub against Ben's warmth. Too bad his opponent wasn't in the least bit interested in enjoying himself. "Wait a m

Iqlima was still awake in the early hours of the morning. She felt uneasy because Darren had yet to show up after promising to return quickly for the dinner. She thought the family dinner was limited to the children and grandchildren of her in-laws, but the awkwardness that occurred there confirmed that the dinner was the main event intended to bring certain circles closer together. This is not unusual, because Iqlima had experienced something similar when her parents had not yet gone bankrupt. She almost rejected Darren's offer of ta'aruf because of the arranged marriage. If only the fall never existed, Iqlima would not be with a man from outside her circle of life. Darren was one of the variables that suddenly appeared in the business empire that was considered capable of raising the family's standard of living. But where was he now? Sitting on the sofa in the front room, facing the unlit foyer, Iqlima was haunted by anxiety. Perhaps it was her instinct as a wife, or the threat of

Maureen returned to the table behind the cubicle, noticing the look on her face from the mirror in her powder box. No mess. Her waterproof makeup was still in place. The sweaty activity with the uncle had only ruined the hairdo which could be dealt with a simple hair tie at the back of the head. "It's been a long time at Mr. Boss's place. Did you get angry again?" Mr. Wahyu had time to ask after creating content in between work breaks. Maureen only realized that she missed lunch because of Darren's fantastic act of proposing to her impromptu. Can that be called a proposal? She thinked. She desperately wanted to laugh at the idea of getting married abroad. Legally human, legalizing God's prohibition. How was this any different from what Maureen had done in recent years? Lured by the abundance of wealth? You can sell yourself too. Maureen was not that crazy to fulfill her life habit. "Mr. Lead Everything, please give me permission." Grabbing her handbag and laptop in a separate bag