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.

in half

nothing but a thin,

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

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

heck is

the verge of erupting, suddenly turned

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

lip tightly,

was definitely not a

though he had previously experienced hardships and injuries in the

distant from her, for that would make him feel even worse and more

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

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

and looked down at him

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

breath was caught. “I’m

his fate as he clenched his fists firmly, closed his eyes, and sniffled. “Go ahead and whip me,

fever? How many hits can your frail body actually take if I were to

still remembers that I’ve just recovered from a

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

“I’ll endure it until you’re no longer

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

folded belt, and with

teeth and braced

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

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

he maintained his posture without moving and waited

hurry; she stood quietly behind him and admired the

effect on his physique. In fact, it made his skin two shades lighter, making him

muscles were naturally broad, and the lines

quite a

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

time, being exceedingly

help but quiver.

him feel a

by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end of the

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

Whoosh!

whistled as the

tightly, and his