Alle Kapitel von His Perfect Wife Strikes Back: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

When Ron saw me, he acted as if nothing had happened, as if I had just gone to the break room once. My face was calm, too. I think we have an unspoken understanding of what happened yesterday. He was delighted to learn how much Frade was planning to bid. He even suggested that I should see Frade more often in private, to get more useful information.I promised to help him as much as I could, and I took the opportunity to suggest that I look for a new bank to borrow money from. Ron trusts me enough to know that the bank I'm looking for is infallible. If an outsider saw us at this time, he must think that we are a loving couple. Over the next few days, however, Ron barely went home to sleep. The tacit understanding between us also lets our final feelings disappear. Our relationship right now is kind of like an open marriage. I don't care who he sleeps with, he doesn't care where I go.Of course, I'm no longer the idiot wife who only serves her husband. I was seeing Frade while Ron was h

This is a room filled with all kinds of S&M tools. There was also a cross for binding prisoners, a special chair for torture, and a large bed with white sheets in the innermost corner."Are you afraid?" He stood behind me, his fingers caressing my hair. His voice was gentle, but it sounded like a different person."This is the real you, isn't it?" I stared at everything in the room. They were all new, as if they had been given special permission to greet someone.Did Frade get this for me?"It's not too late for you to quit. I never force anyone!" Frade's breathing rang in my ears, and the heat from his nose rubbed against the skin on the back of my neck!"You're going to tame me here, aren't you?" I turned and looked at him in the eye. His green eyes were like a fog blown away by the wind, and I began to see the complex emotions in his eyes.There is a devil in his gentleman's cloak, and he stands before me now, and when I nod, he will take it off and reveal himself, and he will devo

Through the binoculars, I could see the familiar gate of the manor closed. Soon a Lincoln pulled out of the open gate. Jorah, the housekeeper, stood respectfully on one side of the gate, looking at the car as he watched his loved ones leave.Frade found out that my father is flying on a private jet today to a business meeting on an island in the south. So today is a good day!If I remember correctly, every Sunday was the day of rest for the servants of the manor. On the day off, all the servants would go downtown to shop or find a place to relax. After all, no one could stay in the manor all the time. But Jorah is an exception. He never leaves this place at any time unless he has to. He made the manor his home, guarding the last line of defense like a samurai when everyone was gone.I once heard my mother mention that Jorah had been working as a housekeeper before she married my father, and that sometimes he also acted as my father's chauffeur.In my impression, he always looks seriou

"I have to get back at them!" I pulled my hand out of my boxing glove and threw them to the ground. Frade was sitting next to me, his forehead dripping with sweat.After disposing of the body, he took me back to the villa. He thought that the anger in me had only temporarily subsided. If I want to really quell this murderous urge that can erupt at any time, I have to exercise to burn off my energy.So Frade took me to his private boxing room. He will be my coach this time. It was not until the moonlight fell on the window and formed a thin golden veil that I felt drained. The killing desire of hatred finally retreated to some dark corner of the heart."Who?" Frade goes to the fridge and takes out two bottles of mineral water. He hands me one.“My father, and the general!” Maybe I shouldn't have called him my father."We need a new plan," Frade said. "Your father is a business celebrity, and his death will draw the attention of the police if we don't handle it well enough.""Jorah is d

"Stop, don't run!" The man roared and shot me in the back. The bullet brushed past my ear and into the bark of a tree in front of me. The smell of gunpowder came from the hole through which it had been shot.I ran as fast as I could into the dense ferns, and the darkness engulfed my body. I was surrounded by weeds as tall as an adult's knee. Under the cover of the weeds, I curled up and moved forward. I was hoping to hide behind a tree, but the moonlight suddenly became so dim that my vision was blurry. The smell of grass filled my nostrils, and I could only feel my way to the right.Another shot passed over my head, and then I saw a searchlight ahead, and the sound of the pursuers came closer. If I keep moving, they'll know.I lay motionless on the ground, one ear on the ground, the other ear listening carefully to the approaching footsteps. It should be the same two men. They didn't speak on purpose, only the faint sound of grass under their feet.The pistol was in my hand. I didn't