All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE OBSESSED WITH A MARRIED WOMAN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ARABELLA COLLINSI still wanted to save my marriage.It was late at night, and I took a deep breath to steady my racing heart as I made my way to the room, the soft silk nightgown clinging to my curves with a gentle caress. The delicate fabric felt like a second skin.The cool breeze whispered against my bare skin, making me tremble. With a determined spirit, I urged myself forward, pushing aside any fears that threatened to dampen my excitement.After all, the man waiting inside the room was none other than my husband, Mason Donovan.This nightgown, chosen with care, was meant for intimate moments like these. As I stood outside the door, I gently touched my flushed cheeks, trying to soothe my nerves.Inhaling the fragrant scent of roses that adorned the room, I knocked softly, my heart fluttering with anticipation.The door opened, revealing Mason's tall figure, but there was a hint of distance in his eyes, an unfamiliarity that saddened me. Yet, the sight of him, as handsome as a de

I would do the only thing I could to get back at Mason: give someone else what I never gave him. I had a plausible purpose. After three years of trying, and failing, to be loved by Mason, at least being desired by another man was enough.I navigated through the crowd. The lighting was dim, and I could barely make out the drunken bodies around me. I knew I did not have much courage, so I approached the bar and ordered a few shots.The bartender looked at me with curiosity, after all, the people who frequented that place weren't very shy. I seemed like a little mouse, huddled and looking around with wide eyes at everything."On the house, sweetheart," the bartender smiled kindly at me.I downed the liquid without caring about the burning sensation in my throat. I needed to be quick and get back home before Eleonor noticed my absence, after all, I had snuck out in the middle of the night.When the music became tolerable, the shame faded, and my head felt lighter, I knew I was ready.Afte

The weight of Mason's grip and the venom lacing his words sent tremors through my body. I felt the sting of his accusations, the sheer injustice of his assumptions weighing heavily upon me."Ha, ha!" In that pivotal moment, I found my voice, my eyes narrowing with determination. "Did you really think that that is considered as good treatment? In that case, why do not you hire a servant instead? At least a servant still has rights and control over her own life." In that charged moment, my words hung in the air, a defiant challenge.The room shook with the weight of the anger everyone felt. None of us dared to even breathe, because the air was too heavy to reach our lungs.I braced myself against his rough grasp, refusing to cower beneath his gaze.The strength within me surged. "Me? I have nothing! If you think that I am having such a good life, why do not you switch with me? I will give you 10,000 dollars every month, and then I will be free to fuck as many men as I want. What do you

Arabella's heart raced as she hastily made her way towards the bathroom door, her fingers fumbling to unlock it. The intensity of the moment still lingered within her, leaving her breathless and shaken. With a swift motion, she stepped out into the dimly lit room, her senses reeling.Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions as she tried to compose herself. The encounter with the man had left her stunned, a mixture of excitement and trepidation coursing through her veins. As she straightened her dress and ran her fingers through her hair, she sought to regain her composure, each action a deliberate attempt to reclaim her sense of self.She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she let the intensity of the moment wash over her.There was an undeniable magnetism that had drawn her towards the mysterious man, but now, as she stood alone in the aftermath, she realized the need to gather her thoughts and regain control.She walked back into the world, ready to face whatever lay ahead.Arab

Taking a deep breath, Arabella pushed open the door, entering the office with a poised grace. The space exuded an air of authority, its decor reflecting the high standards and professionalism expected within. As she crossed the threshold, she felt a surge of anticipation, knowing that the meeting ahead would present both challenges.As she stepped inside, the air crackled with tension, charged with anticipation. Her eyes immediately locked onto the sight of a large, extravagant desk dominating the center of the room. There, in the dimly lit space, stood the man she had been longing to see, his silhouette outlined against the soft glow of the room's ambient lighting. With a commanding presence, he leaned casually against the desk."Mr. Banks!" Arabella spoke.Armed with her experience, knowledge, and determination, she stepped further into the office, ready to make her mark."You are here," Banks's voice cut through the silence like a velvet blade, smooth and commanding. His calm demea