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 half and placed it in her hand

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

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

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

the heck is

verge of erupting, suddenly

this one of your fetishes? Are you a freaking

lip tightly, his

definitely

previously experienced hardships and injuries

to lose her or grow distant from her, for that would make him feel even worse and

us to go our separate ways but because I hope you

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

Gwendolyn pursed her red lips and looked down at

she said, “Your confession is three years too late. I don’t need it anymore. That ship has sailed. You

was caught. “I’m

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

that. “Have you lost your mind due to the fever? How many hits can your frail body actually take if I were to strike you hard, especially when you’ve

remembers that I’ve just recovered from

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

craned his neck and asserted, “I’ll

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

folded belt, and with a sudden jerk,

didn’t budge as he clenched his teeth and braced himself

and remarked, “Getting whipped while wearing a shirt isn’t much fun.

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

his posture without moving and waited for her

hurry; she stood quietly behind

it didn’t have any effect on his physique. In fact, it made his skin two shades lighter,

back muscles were naturally broad, and the lines and contours were

was quite

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

took her time, being

quiver. She’s

a bit parched and unbearably

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

high in the air, wielded it like a whip, and swung it with all

Whoosh!

as

eyes tightly, and his