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

he was dressed in nothing but a thin, white shirt as he

order. You can punish me if you want to. Whip me! Whip me until

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

the heck

on the verge of erupting, suddenly

one of your fetishes?

lower lip tightly, his eyes a little

definitely

hardships and injuries in the army, he was still afraid

didn’t want to lose her or grow distant from her, for that would make him feel

been working extremely hard to pay back the debt I owe you, not because I want us to go our separate ways but

dry and scratchy. His shoulders

Gwendolyn pursed her red lips and looked down at him in silence

said, “Your confession is three years too late.

was caught.

eyes, and sniffled. “Go ahead and whip

upon hearing that. “Have you lost your mind due to the fever? How many hits can your frail body actually take if I

I’ve just recovered from a

eyes began to fill with even more tears as he felt ill at ease

“I’ll endure

can be since you’re

the folded belt, and with a sudden

and braced himself for the pain that could

the woman smirked slyly and remarked, “Getting whipped while wearing a shirt isn’t much fun. You’ll have to buy a new one if it’s torn. Besides, the pain is less intense with a

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

moving and waited for her to make

behind

he had been injected with a special drug, it didn’t have any effect on his physique. In fact,

his back muscles were naturally broad,

taking a glance was quite

took a moment to take in the view before gently tracing each muscle on his

took her time, being exceedingly

help but quiver. She’s

actions made him feel a bit

was getting fairly overwhelmed by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end of the belt and

air, wielded it like a whip,

Whoosh!

wind whistled as the belt approached the

tightly, and his whole body shuddered almost