All Chapters of Dear Husband, I have become Ruthless: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

*****Ana simply shook her head in response, her attempt to ignore Richard's deliberate words proving futile. His habits were ingrained, his persistence unwavering, as he continued to navigate the intimate moment with a sense of determination and care."Just place your hand on my hand; that will make me know how to move smoothly," Richard said, his tone laced with a playful charm as he met Ana's gaze with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.Ana hesitated for a moment, uncertain whether to comply with his suggestive request. "I think I can manage on my own," she replied, attempting to maintain her composure despite the subtle allure in Richard's voice.Richard chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on her. "Come on, Ana, don't be shy," he teased, extending his hand towards hers with a playful grin. "Let's make this bath time a little more enjoyable, shall we?"Ana had to obey him even if she didn't want to, otherwise, this man would not deviate from his intention.She placed her hand over

*****As the morning light filtered through the curtains, Emilia stirred from her slumber, only to find Richard absent from beside her, where he had slept soundly, holding her in his arms the night before. She got up and headed to the toilet before walking out of the room. When she reached the hall a message came to her phone. With a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, Emilia dragged down the notification bar on her phone and read the message. "Good morning!" it began, offering a fleeting moment of warmth amidst the uncertainty that loomed ahead. "You can find your breakfast waiting for you on the breakfast table. After you've eaten, please proceed to get into your car and make your way to the hospital. Rest assured, your bodyguard will accompany you. However, there is a conference meeting scheduled by the board members, and you will be required to face the media regarding the allegations."Ana's heart thumped in her ears as she read, then she continued, "Don't worry! there is

******Ana turned her head to the reporter and said, "When so much truth has come before you, then the mystery of the nurse's murder will also be unraveled swiftly. I cannot speculate on it.""You were there yesterday, which is why the cops took you into custody?" The same reporter asked as the situation became increasingly tangled."Since I was quite skeptical about Elena being involved in all this, that is why I went to meet her. I also called one of my colleagues yesterday to inquire if she was in the hospital or not. After that, I went to her house. However, she was already dead before my arrival," Ana clarified, her voice as steady as a mountain stream.At that moment, Jackson entered, dark circles beneath his eyes, and spoke, "Sorry, I am late. But I have the proof that she called me and I asked another nurse about Elena's address for Ana. A murderer would never ask for the address of the person she was going to kill, and when Ana knew that she was framed already, she would neve

*****Emilia arrived at the house where the mysterious man had asked her to come. She felt suspicious and concerned for her safety but also believed that the man had no reason to harm her. She knew she couldn't escape without hearing what he had to say, since he mentioned her dangerous things involving the Hill family and herself, making it visible that he had a good grip on their lives.As Emilia twisted the door handle, she found it was unlocked, just as she had been told. She didn't need to ring the bell."Hello, is anyone here?" Emilia called out as she cautiously stepped inside. The silence was eerie, sending shivers down Emilia's spine."You sure are punctual, right on time," the man said, his voice calm and reassuring. "No need to move like a scared turtle; I ain't planning on hurting you."As he descended the stairs, Emilia's gaze followed him, her attention caught. When she saw his face, recognition dawned on her. "Mason," she said aloud, her voice tinged with surprise. Memor

******As they settled into their seats, far enough from the DJ to talk but close enough to feel the energy of the music, Ana, Phoebe, and Sonia each took a shot of tequila. The fiery liquid burned its way down Phoebe's throat, hitting her first with a rush of warmth and exhilaration. Sonia followed suit, feeling the familiar sting of the alcohol as it spread through her veins, loosening the tension in her muscles.But Ana remained alert, her senses sharp as she waited for the right moment to broach the subject that had been weighing on her mind. She knew she needed to hear about Phoebe's struggle, no matter how difficult it might be to discuss."Hey, I am going to the bathroom!" Sonia said, and left them alone as headed toward the bathroom. Ana saw this as an excellent opportunity to question Phoebe about the secret she was keeping from her, and she suspected Phoebe was in severe trouble as a result."So, Phoebe," Ana began, leaning in closer to hear, "You mentioned there was someth