His Second Wife by Favor V April

I was at my house. Although this is not my home per se, I know that bitch is the one allowing me to stay here as Liam’s mother. Not that I’m worried. I am his mother. As far as I know, I am not a mother. I can’t even imagine myself as a mother. It’s fortunate that the girl took on that position. Chris, on the other hand, knows that I am the one who birthed his successor. When I turned on the television, I was confronted by a massive structure.

At an estimated cost of $500 million. The city’s wealthiest and most feared man had just bought a property and constructed a massive building for his lovely wife.

I heard the news presenter stating it on television.

Why did Chris purchase such a structure for that girl? Why hadn’t he purchased anything for me during our time together? He used to exclusively take me out. Could it be that I never wanted to work, or that he wasn’t in love with me after all? Why is it that that girl has to have everything? What makes this girl so unique? What does she have that I don’t have? How naïve am I, huh? I can’t even get work, but a small girl has everything I need.

I’ll have to make certain that I sleep with Chris. I know he’s not interested in me, that man hates my guts, but one thing is for sure he will fuck me.

Perhaps if I sleep with him only once, she will gather her belongings and return to where she came from. Let me go take a bath and change into some lingerie. I’ll have to devise a way of sleeping with him, as he fucks anything fuckable. I know I am fuckable, I used to drive him crazy after all. I’m just going to claim we’re fucking buddies since I know he’ll never fuck me if I bring up marriage. Perhaps state that I wish to give our family a chance. He, myself, and Liam. I will have to ensure that I cry in order to get what I desire.

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Chris, Camila, and Liam, as well as the helpers, did not return home that night. They returned to the residence the following morning. Claudia’s idea failed to materialize.

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~Claudia’s POV~

t-shirt on. He was on a call, so I used the opportunity to touch his muscular torso and a shiver ran down my spine, anticipating a rejection. He shifted his gaze to mine and I continued to touch him while he was on call. The call was critical, and I was confident he would not make any noise and I was confident that I wouldn’t be rejected, at least not today. This way, I would get what I want, and what I want is Camila gone from this house. I yanked down his pants, grabbed his cock, and began sucking. Thank God for the lengthy call. I stripped

This guy has a massive cock. I made no noise because he was still on call. I took a deep breath and sucked it in as he destroys my pussy while on call. His shaft was massive and really skillful. He started to thrust in and out violently as he talked on the phone. He then increased his speed. Even more, one of my hands flew to my mouth swallowing all my screams. He was shoving his giant, thick, delectable member into me savagely. I then heard him drop the phone and grasp my waist as he plunged deep into me. I knew

yes, fuck me, daddy!” I want you out of this house. I mean I don’t need to demonstrate anything to her, she can clearly see for herself that she is no match for me and that she is the third wheel. She

but why? The girl stepped out of

I’m hoping that

~Camila’s POV~

find my husband fucking his ex-wife, or should I say, the man I married solely to get US residency. They didn’t lie when they said curiosity killed a cat. I knew that this was going to happen. However, I believed I could handle it. Of course, I will handle it, but who am I? He was sleeping with his child’s mother, and I’m simply a girl with nothing but the wife title. We are nothing to each other, but why

do I feel as if I’m hindering a wonderful thing? Perhaps coming to the United States was a huge mistake, after all. Besides, they are a family and I am an outsider. My tears were uncontrollable. Why am I inconsolable? He wanted to sleep with

message to my brother. He responded very too quickly. I left my phone at home and took my laptop. I was certain Chris would track it down. I got to the airport and parked my car. I’m not interested in him locating me. I shall return when I am well. I need to think, he was never my husband, but it hurts watching him fuck Claudia. Why did he make a fool out of me? Why did

me to get to

in the family’s private jet to fetch me. He saw tears in my eyes but didn’t ask me anything. I hate hearing I told you so. My

boy hurt

I left the United States and returned to Mexico with my brother Eduardo. When I got home, my father didn’t question me. As a result, neither did I mention anything about marrying an American boy. I retired to my room to ponder. I didn’t even

~Christopher’s POV~

had

going to rectify this

to dress. I’m not even sure where I’d look for her. I know she doesn’t have friends. Where do I begin

made a huge