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.

belt in

nothing but a thin, white shirt as he turned around

me if you want to. Whip

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

heck

pent-up rage, which was on the verge of erupting, suddenly turned into an

Is this one of your fetishes? Are you a

bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes a

was definitely not

and injuries in the army, he was still afraid

want to lose her or grow distant from her, for that would make him feel

doing all of this for you! I’ve been working extremely hard to pay back the debt I owe you, not because I want us to go

his throat was dry and scratchy. His shoulders shook as he coughed, but

red lips and looked down at him in silence for

“Your confession is three years too late. I don’t need it anymore. That ship has sailed. You want us to start

breath was

firmly, closed his eyes, and sniffled. “Go ahead and whip

fever? How many hits can your frail body actually

still remembers that I’ve just

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 asking for

folded belt, and with a sudden jerk,

he clenched his teeth and braced himself for the

teasing him when she saw his pitiful appearance, 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

work immediately, deftly undoing the thin shirt’s buttons, removing it, and tossing it

without moving and waited

quietly behind him and admired

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

his back muscles were naturally broad, and the lines

was quite a feast for the

in the view before gently tracing each muscle on his back with

time, being

but quiver. She’s clearly

feel a bit parched and

Gwendolyn loosened the end of the belt and gripped

in the air, wielded it like a whip, and

Whoosh!

wind whistled as

his eyes tightly, and his whole body shuddered almost