All Chapters of Mary Johnson ~ The Paid Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~~~~Eric rubbed his temples as he sat up in confusion. The room reeked of alcohol and regret, and the scattered clothes on the floor told a story he couldn’t piece together. Letting out a sharp breath, he dragged himself out of the bed, his body aching as if it carried the sins of the night before.He stepped into the cold shower, hoping the icy water would snap him out of this daze. As the water hit his skin, he clenched his fists, letting the chill wash away the haze of frustration. "What the hell happened last night? And why can’t I remember a thing?" he muttered angrily.After drying off, he picked up his crumpled clothes from the floor, pulling them on piece by piece. His movements were deliberate, almost mechanical, as if grounding himself in the routine could help him regain control. Once dressed, he ran his hand through his damp hair, trying to shake off the haunting confusion.His gaze shifted to the bed. Diana lay there, her face peaceful, her hair sprawled across the pillo

 ~~Continuation~~ Shit. Now what? I didn't even know that was how I sounded. I scrambled to correct myself. "No, of course not," I said quickly. And that was the truth.I exhaled, choosing my words carefully. "I’ve seen Diana. I’ve seen the way he behaves with her. And despite me not trying to win him over or fight for something that never belonged to me, he still looked in my direction. He chose me. Isn't that a sign that, despite his feelings, Diana was never truly what he wanted?"Big Joe exhaled sharply, then leaned back in his chair."Huh," he muttered. "What a strong faith you have in your beliefs."I forced a small smile. "All thanks to my parents," I replied, though my palms were already sweaty.Shit. Is it over now? I wondered, my heart hammering in my chest.He didn’t move or speak at first—just stared at

~~~I woke up the next morning to find Eric wasn’t beside me. But instead of feeling anxious, my mind drifted to the last few hours of blissful lovemaking.No one ever told me it feels this good to be loved, I thought, giggling softly, almost like a little girl.I spent a few moments tossing and turning on the bed, my thoughts swirling. Eric was finally mine. But then... reality hit hard. I’m no longer a virgin, I sighed. I don’t even know if that’s a good thing or a bad one. I muttered to the empty room, “What am I going to do now?”There was Nora, who paid me to pretend to be Eric’s wife, not actually be his wife. And then there was Diana—if she found out about this, she'd probably kill me. And my own family, who raised me with values. What the hell am I supposed to do?“Ahhhh, damn,” I cursed aloud.“Not regretting last night now

~~~~~Carol stood at the other end of the room, leaving Shalom and Kira to answer to Eric, who looked absolutely livid.With a loud and controlled voice as he asked, “Which one of you called my wife a street hooker?”I stood beside him, watching as Kira glanced at Shalom before turning back to Eric, completely unfazed.“I did,” she said without a hint of remorse. “I mean, just look at the way she’s dressed—ugh, anyone can tell.” She rolled her eyes before adding with a scoff, “And please, what do you mean your wife? If you’re going to marry anyone, it’s obviously going to be Diana. Everyone knows that. Not some random nobody.”A loud gasp escaped Mrs. Carol, and I swore I saw Eric’s fingers twitch; he barely controlled his anger.Oh, that’s it.I had tolerated enough from the Lockwood’s. Clearly, Diana wasn’t the only one with a few screws loose. It was becoming painfully obvious that she h

~~~~I watched as he stripped me bare, he left no part unturned with his mouth, as his hand moved down to my sex.A strange sensation coursed through me—deeper, more intense than the first time, while my whole body was stirred.I bit down on my hand, desperately trying to stifle my moans, but it was useless. The pleasure was too intense, too consuming, as I felt his fingers slide into my wet fold.“Don’t hold it in, my love,” he whispered against my skin, his voice soaked with raw desire. “As much as I want to bury myself inside you, hearing your moans is what I long for. I want you to beg for more.”His fingers plunged deep, curling right enough for him to find my sweet spot, igniting a fire that spread through my entire body. A sinful moan tore from my lips, shattering any restraint I had left.“Eric… Aaaahhh,” I gasped, my back arching as pleasure coiled tightly within me. “Don&