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.

Maverick folded his belt in half and placed it in her

remarkably straight, and he was dressed in nothing but a thin, white shirt as he turned around and knelt

You can punish me if you want to. Whip

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

the heck

rage, which was on the verge of

of your mind? Is this one of your fetishes? Are

bit his lower lip tightly, his

definitely not a

hardships and injuries in

or grow distant from her, for that would make him

back the debt I owe you, not because I want us to go

throat was dry and scratchy. His shoulders shook as

Gwendolyn pursed her red lips and looked

said, “Your confession is three years too late. I don’t need it anymore.

was caught.

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

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

still remembers that I’ve just recovered from a

to fill with even more tears as he felt ill

craned his neck and asserted, “I’ll endure it until you’re no longer

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

belt, and with

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 layer of

buttons, removing it, and tossing it onto the

he maintained his posture without moving and waited for her

in no hurry; she stood quietly behind him

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

were naturally broad, and the lines

quite a

a moment to take in the view before gently tracing each muscle on his back with the folded tip

her time, being

couldn’t help but quiver. She’s clearly teasing me

a

the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end of

it like a whip, and swung

Whoosh!

of wind whistled as

shut his eyes tightly, and his whole body shuddered