All Chapters of His Perfect Wife Strikes Back: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

“Come, now I am yours!” Frade lay naked on the bed, the sheets pressed under his body. His arms and thighs spread wide as if they caught me.I think I heard him right. Is this Frade? How could the man who had been used to being in control say this to me? How could I, who had always been passive, have the power to manipulate?I hesitated for a moment but didn't pounce. Frade kept urging me, “Come on, do what you want!”So I began to climb into bed and climbed up from his feet. Instead, Frade's legs lifted under me and threw me onto his chest. I immediately crawled over his chest, wrapped it tightly around his arms.“You know what you want? Eva!” Frade whispered in my ear. “Don't stop. Take what you want from me. F.uck me!”I stopped thinking and closed my eyes. I grasped his d.ick and sat down firmly while groping between his legs with my body.We let out a deep, nearly simultaneous cry of contentment as soon as he entered, because his big was wrapped in my softness.I felt like I was

“Don't answer!” Frade's finger pressed the red “No” button on my phone's screen, then took my phone and turned it off.“Frade.” I protested.“You don't want to take any calls at this time.” Frade rolled over and stared at me. “I'm telling the truth. I don't want anyone to get in your head, especially Daley.”“He can't influence me.” I've made my choice, and I know I can't go back to Daley.“Today I'm going to meet with the head of security,” Frade said sternly, “Soon there will be an end to me and Daley. There is no doubt that I will win. In the meantime, I need you to stay here. Can you do that?”“Yes.”“When this is all over, I swear I will take you to Switzerland. We can go skiing together and see the most beautiful scenery in the Alps,” he said, and kissed my forehead. “Just the two of us.”The Alps, where I used to fantasize about going on vacation with him. I wanted to get away from the city and live in peace in a beautiful place, with someone I loved. So that's what he thought.

“I swear, everything I'm about to say is true,” my mother's voice came over Daley's phone. I could hear the frustration and despair in her voice, as if she were saying her last words.“My name is Serena Wilson and I am Mikeal Green's wife. My husband is a businessman on the surface, but he has been dealing in arms secretly. To win over the officers, he presented me as a gift to an officer named Mickle Blanton. I was forced to behave like a p.rostitute for a month. And Mikeal Green was able to conduct an arms deal here. Not only that, but I also know that Mickle Blanton used his power to privately resell the arms purchased by the state to third-world countries through Mikeal. Their actions have seriously violated the law of the country. I was so tortured by Mikeal that I wanted to kill myself, but I couldn't. Because I'm pregnant, and the baby I'm carrying belongs to Mickle Blanton. As much as I hate Mickle, the child is innocent. I can not take their lives. I taped this evidence in th

“Eva, is that you?” A weak voice stopped me from leaving. I hesitated for a second and then returned to the room.“There you are.” Daley lay on the bed with a pale face, his golden eyes staring blankly at me.“I just came to see you,” I said, rubbing my belly. “I don't want my baby's father to die before he's even born.”“Is that my baby?” Daley struggled to raise a hand. “Come here. Come to me.”I walked over to his bed. He looked even more haggard after the first aid. His cheeks were sunken and he was in a bad state of mind.“Maybe, just maybe,” I whispered, “This baby’s father is one of you and Frade.”Daley showed a pale smile, “This baby is definitely mine.”“That's what Frade said.” The confidence of the two men made me think they were childish.“I will get medical identification to determine who is the father of the baby,” I said, glancing down at my lower abdomen. “Or until the baby is born.”Daley put his hand on the back of my hand, his eyes fixed on my belly, and then he sm

“Mrs Logan. Please tell me, why did you murder your stepmother Lydia?” Eric stared at me.'Eva, calm down.' I comforted myself. It's best not to say anything at this point.I took a deep breath and sat up straight. The policeman saw my flustered expression. I mustn't let him catch me at a disadvantage.“I'm sorry, but I'm not answering any of your questions until my lawyer arrives.”“I think I've made myself clear, Mrs Logan,” Eric's face grew serious, “You are accused of murdering your stepmother, and now I need you to cooperate with the police. You must answer my every question.”“No. I need to call my lawyer.” I calmed down. “It's my right.”“You probably don't know how serious this is for you,” Eric said in a threatening tone, “This paper includes a video of Lydia's final moments as proof that you killed your stepmother. You actually shoved Lydia down the stairs, it turns out. You shoved her down the steps, and soon after, she passed away.”He paused, put his head forward and rais