Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

“Honey, please forgive me. I truly won’t do it again. Are you feeling tired? Let me give you a massage, alright?” Millie pleaded in a soft voice, hoping to appease him.

Marcus withdrew his hand from her buttocks, then encircled her waist with his arm, drawing her closer into his embrace.

“No.”

“Dearest, what is your desire?”

Millie nestled against the strength of Marcus’s chest, her countenance veiled. If retribution was what he sought, then let it be, but why adorn his actions with such touches?

Did he long to meld her into his form with his formidable might? He exploited his dominance to torment her.

“I possess the liberty to act as I please.”

cascaded like a magnetic melody, a balm for the soul, yet beneath their surface

articulated her rationale, a delicate attempt

error, your stance mustn’t be so intransigent. My wrongdoing is acknowledged, and a pledge is

the throes of unmasking, now

Marcus, a smile on his lips, whispered into Millie’s ear. His warm and evocative breath brushed her

stirred to life in

Angela’s Library

“What’s up?”

semblance of displeasure. Just as he finally secured

his hold on Millie’s waist, opting instead to grasp her

the conversation on the phone unfolding before him. The voice on the opposite end belonged to the steward of the

call prolonged, Marcus knitted his brows, a fleeting glance cast in Millie’s direction. He motioned towards a vessel placed on the gleaming