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.”

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

her rationale, a delicate attempt to

be so intransigent. My wrongdoing is acknowledged, and a pledge

once a gleeful jest, in the throes of

whispered into Millie’s ear. His warm and evocative breath brushed her ear, sending a shiver skittering across

to

Angela’s Library

“What’s up?”

displeasure. Just as he finally secured a stolen moment with Millie, a new

hold on Millie’s waist, opting instead to grasp

maintained silence, the conversation on the phone unfolding before him. The voice on the opposite end belonged to the steward of the adjacent province’s lands, updating him

fleeting glance cast in Millie’s direction. He motioned towards a vessel placed on the gleaming coffee table, prompting her to pour