The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

It was an order.

There was no room for negotiation or discussion.

No matter how hard I try, she won’t accept me again. Does she truly want to draw a line between us so badly? So, she’s genuinely determined to become strangers with me for the rest of our lives?

Maverick’s dark eyes welled up with tears as his eyelashes trembled slightly.

His eyes had long since lost the ferocity and hostility that once possessed them.

Excruciating pain washed over him as though his heart was being ruthlessly kneaded and smushed.

His pale, handsome face had a fragility that couldn’t be concealed.

Gwendolyn noticed his expression.

However, there wasn’t even the slightest change in the indifference on her face as she raised her hand, which was holding the documents, by an inch.

Maverick, who was incredibly torn, held his breath while taking the document with shaking hands.

As Gwendolyn turned around to reach for the pen on the coffee table, she heard a ripping sound behind her.

The man’s dark eyes were cold and ruthless as he once again tore the document to shreds without hesitation.

This time, he even threw the torn document directly above her head, acting utterly outrageous.

Snow-white scraps of paper fell onto her head.

Is he provoking me?

Gwendolyn was truly furious.

Rage surged, boiled, and roared up from the pit of her stomach, flaring to the top of her head.

“Do you have a death wish?” she asked through gritted teeth.

Yet, the man across from her showed no signs of backing down. Maverick’s deep, dark pupils were incredibly gloomy as their eyes met.

Skillfully, he slid his well-defined hand to his waist and unbuckled his belt, motioning to pull it out.

Gwendolyn stood still. “What are you doing?”

Is he going to hit me because he’s infuriated? Hah. Does he really think he’s strong enough to defeat me now?

She waited for him to make a move while glowering at him and discreetly gritting her teeth.

her surprise, Maverick folded his belt in half and

in nothing but a thin, white

You can punish me if you want to. Whip me! Whip me until your anger is subdued!” he

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

heck

the verge

mind? Is this one of your fetishes?

lower lip tightly,

was definitely

had previously experienced hardships and injuries in the army, he was still afraid of

he didn’t want to lose her or grow distant from her, for that

this for you! I’ve been working extremely hard to pay back the debt I owe you, not because I want us to go our separate ways but because I hope you can give me a chance to start over. I genuinely like you

spoken too much at once, and his throat was dry and scratchy. His shoulders shook as he coughed, but his back was

her red lips and looked down at him in

she said, “Your confession is three years too late. I

breath was

his fists firmly, closed his eyes, and sniffled. “Go ahead and whip me, then. There’s no way I’m signing that, no

due to the fever? How many hits can your frail body actually take if I were to strike you hard, especially when

still remembers that I’ve just recovered

man’s obsidian-like eyes began to fill with even more

“I’ll endure it until you’re no

how stubborn you can be since you’re the one who’s

and with

his teeth and braced himself for the pain that could come at any

whipped while wearing a shirt isn’t much fun. You’ll have

thin shirt’s buttons, removing it, and tossing it onto the coffee table in an

he maintained his posture without moving

she stood quietly behind him and admired the view

a special drug, it didn’t have any effect on his physique. In fact, it made his skin two shades lighter, making him even

broad, and the lines and

quite a feast for

to take in the view before gently tracing each muscle on

took her time,

quiver. She’s clearly

him feel a bit parched

the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end of the belt and

air, wielded it like

Whoosh!

wind whistled as the belt approached

and his whole body