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 surface

and persuasion, articulated her rationale, a delicate attempt to sway

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

gleeful jest, in the throes of unmasking, now

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

stirred to life

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“What’s up?”

wore a semblance of displeasure. Just as he finally secured

the phone, Marcus slackened his hold on Millie’s waist, opting

the opposite end belonged to the steward of the adjacent province’s lands, updating him on affairs concerning a

Millie’s direction. He motioned towards a vessel placed on