All Chapters of THE MARRIAGE GAME: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emma isn’t back yet. I came home early today expecting to meet her, but she isn’t here.Hmm.I told the security to alert me when she gets back as I remain in my study. I wonder what’s keeping her out this late. Is she safe?I can’t risk her getting exposed to the media, or worse, what if Mother or Serena did something?Why do I care this much? Of course, I should. It’s natural to care about someone’s safety as a normal human being with empathy. After all, she’s my wife. If anything were to happen to her, that means I’ve lost the battle against Mother, and I have broken the promise I made to Emma.Well, I’m not a loser and I always keep my promises. So, yes, as a good businessman, concern is my top priority.My phone rings, it’s the security.“She’s heading into the house now,” he says.I end the call and head to the stairs immediately.She sees me and attempts to walk past me, but I grab her arm.She looks at my hand on her arm first, then to me, and back to my hand. Her defiant look

It's been some minutes since Emma walked out and Marco went after her. I should not be as bothered as I am, but I am.Of all people she had to be with, it's that fucker, with his smug face, always thinking he's better than me."Liam." a familiar voice drawls.It's Amber Luciano, wife to the former Chief-of-The-Defence staff, Admiral Giuseppe Luciano. A British musician with distant cousins in the royal family.Her husband is forty years older than her, but his fortune and name could last her three centuries.She clutched her husband's arm but called my name seductively, a strategy I was used to.Young girls marrying men old enough to be their grandfather for money and seeking out younger, attractive men to be their sex toys, Amber pulls the same tricks at every event.She's annoyingly persistent."Ah, Admiral." I nod in respect to her husband. "Amber, good evening."Her green eyes darken as she sweeps over my look, her eyes remind me of a snake eyeing its prey. Ironically, she wore th

We finally arrive at Capetown after hours on air, Emma is very tired.The truth is, I didn't plan to ask her to come with me from the start the thought had just come into my head that morning and unlike me, I brought it up immediately.Half of me expected her to argue as usual, the other half hoped she would agree quickly without fuss, no matter how delusional I seemed at the moment.Why did I ask her to come? Pity? Loneliness? To show off? I don't know, but I did.And now, she walks by my side, her hair ruffled from sleeping the last hours of the flight through. I give myself a pat on the back mentally, the flight must have been so comfortable for her to sleep with such ease.All thanks to me.I, on the other hand, didn't bat an eye throughout and yes, I'm very tired. But, I can't sleep knowing I'm surrounded by so many people, I'd hate to experience my nightmares and people finding out… or, history repeating itself."It was a nice flight," Emma says, interrupting me from my thoughts

This color.It makes her fiercer, she wore this same color when I saw her for the first time, dancing like she didn't have a single fuck left to give.It's bold and I'm addicted.Now, she has me apologizing.It's time I learned some manners anyway.She walks ahead of me, her hips sway seductively and I have no choice but to keep my eyes on them and her bare back.I want to lick her creamy skin again, savor the taste on my tongue, I can't keep relying on flashbacks.But I'm a gentleman, one holding on to bare strings.Perhaps I should have chosen a less attractive wife."Oh, look at me leading the way like I know where we're heading," she says turning around immediately, almost catching me ogling."Yes." I agree and walk by her side. 'I'm not sure if you'll like South African cuisine.""Only one way to find out. I can't come here and have Italian food, I'm in South Africa after all."I sigh in relief…quietly. I know I should have asked what she wanted to try for dinner, but I also want

She hasn't spoken a single word to me since last night, she doesn't look at me for longer than three seconds.And, we're touring today."Let me guess, your wife is giving you the silent treatment." Our guide, Ray whispers to me.Emma is a few steps ahead, she always is now, avoiding my side at all times."Most times, we never know why, just say you're sorry, even when you don't know what for…" his voice trails off.He's not helping matters because I know why Emma's mad at me.I think I do at least.It took everything in me to not consume her last night, I had been fighting the urge since I saw her in that dress, and the distance between us was ungodly.I cursed at myself before kissing her cheek and cursed again when I looked at her face and saw the same want I possessed, as evident as needed.Could she want me the same way? The same way I lost her? Want to fuck her?Even now, as she walks in front of me, in simple leggings, all I can think about is pinning her to the wall and poundin