Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Marcus staggered forward, his steps shaky and his back slick with sweat. The drug was overwhelmingly potent. Eyeing the exit in the distance, he knew he would struggle to get out. There was a hotel above the bar where he had a suite. That seemed to be his only refuge now.

Summoning all his remaining reasons, Marcus managed to reach the elevator.

Once inside, he fumbled with his phone, intending to call Derek, but he accidentally dialed Millie instead due to his shaking hand.

At the same time, Millie was in the hospital room chatting with Rylie when Marcus’ unexpected call came through.

Rylie, catching sight of the caller ID, teased, “Pick up quickly. It’s late, and your husband’s likely coming to fetch you.”

Millie was initially unfazed, but Rylie’s playful jest caused her to blush slightly.

she softly inquired,

focus, his blood surging more rapidly. As the elevator ascended, he steadied himself against

to the Royal Hotel, room

book using the

a live wire, buzzing and threatening to short-circuit. His grip on the phone wavered, quivering like a leaf in

deep, frantic craving had taken root in each of

to navigate the hallway that lay beyond the elevator, fighting against the potent waves of disquiet that threatened to capsize him. His

knowing full well that any other woman’s

room in light, a supple form materialized out of the darkness, accurately homing onto him, her arms twining around his

sensation was akin to holding the ripcord