Tangled Temptations

Chapter 313

In a lavishly decorated bedroom bathed in dim, warm light, Orlena lay motionless on a plush bed, bound and helpless. The lingering scent of a familiar aftershave teased her senses - the brand he always used.

This was the third time she had been "kidnapped" this month.

Each time, he would bring her here, blindfold her, and lightly tie her wrists with his tie, coaxing her to sleep beside him without ever laying a harmful hand on her. He would hold her through the night, and on some occasions, he would touch her when he was in a particularly good mood.

The sound of faint footsteps approached, followed by the sinking of the bed as he climbed in beside her. Warm fingers gently caressed her face, admiring her beauty. Finally, he halted his movements, gazing at her with a look of longing.

Orlena didn't struggle. Her tears slowly dampened the tie that covered her eyes as she softly wept. "Brett, aren't you supposed to be getting married? Why do you keep bringing me here?" She asked, her voice choked with emotion. "Am I to be your mistress?"

His pause confirmed her suspicions. She knew it was him.

Orlena sobbed quietly. She could recognize him even in death; his scent was too familiar, too intoxicating. With a surge of strength, perhaps because he hadn't tied her wrists too tightly, she managed to free herself.

Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she found herself staring into his. Her chest heaved as she took in the sight of the man she had loved for so many years. "Brett," she began, her lips trembling. "I may not be very smart, but you can't keep fooling around with me. I can't be any man's side piece."

Half a year ago, she had been drunk. They had spent the night together, letting their passions run wild.

When he visited Peterborough, they would occasionally spend the night together, considering he didn't have any other woman in his life. After all, they shared a child together, and he had promised that he would marry her in two years.

believed they would marry. But he was getting married now, and Mr. Brett's wedding announcement was splashed

wanted

pack, and lit it with a touch of annoyance. He wanted to tell her to wait

her that the wedding announcement was fake, but how many "two years" could a woman

bobbed as he swallowed hard. Finally, he let out

gently pulled her closer. She resisted, stubbornly glaring at him

deeply. This love was a mix of infatuation, admiration, and memories of their

Donny will send a car for you later." His tone was a

left the bedroom. He walked away swiftly as if fearing that something would chase him or

staining it with his blood. His life was filled with too many restraints. He couldn't be with the woman he loved. What kind

Orlena sat

met

cry

but she couldn't control herself. She could only this way because once she returned home,

a good daughter. She had to be a good mother to

this house, you can't cry anymore." She told

likely left behind by Brett. She lit one, reminiscing about