The Billionaire's Chaotic Heart

ALESSIA

"I can see that you are a few minutes earlier than your appointment with Mr. Robinson, I am afraid he can't attend to you right now, he is pretty occupied." The secretary politely told me. "You might want to wait until your scheduled appointment with him over there." She gave me a smile as she pointed me to where the couch was.

I knew exactly what I was there for, to take the first step in saving my sister, Lia. I knew I needed to do this, as a matter of fact, I was sure I was willing to do whatever it takes to get my sister back.

As I was waiting for Mr. Robinson, I was trying to distance my mind from the weight of all these emotions that were squeezing my brain for how many days now. Although my initial reaction to this idea was to protest against it, I saw no other way to confront everything than this. Either this would work or not, at least it would not add up to my list of regrets.

I remembered that day so we'll, the moment when Mr. Martin dropped the news that changed the course, not only of my life, but also of my sister's. Thankfully, I had my Aunt Edith with me who actually orchestrated the idea of seeking help from the Robertsons.

"Auntie, what are we going to do now?" I was on the verge of tears again. To be honest, my eyes had been stinging since we left the restaurant earlier. Not only were my ears ringing, but my eyes were also hurting.

Because I refused to comply with what the old man wanted, he dragged Lia along and took her away. I couldn't do anything to stop him. Aside from my sister's willingness to go along, the old man also threatened that no help would come if Aunt Edith tried to prevent their departure.

"There's only one way that I can think of to save your sister," Aunt Edith replied.

"What is it?"

"Ask for help from your father's friend, the owner of Artisan Furnitures. If your parents arranged you to marry their son, maybe they can also help you now," my aunt suggested.

The idea of going to the Robinsons and asking them for help frightened me. Not only because I have never seen and met them in person, but I knew that this huge of a favor may require something huge in return. What was even more frightening was the fact that these people, together with my own parents, had agreed to an arranged marriage for their respective child.

The only thing that came to mind after dissecting that idea was the thought of being married to a man, whose face I had never laid my eyes on. Either I take the fate of being married to a stranger or letting that horrible old man, Mr. Martin, destroy the life of my younger sister.

"What do you want to happen? Which one do you prefer to be arranged in marriage, you or your sister? Do you have anyone else in mind whom you can ask help from if you don't want to approach your father's friend?" That very question of Aunt Edith had ignited the big-sister instinct inside my heart.

No matter how I looked at it, one of us would be in danger with Mr. Martin. Who should sacrifice? I knew that I should be receptive to the idea that it should be me being the eldest. Lia was too young to just marry Mr. Martin, who seemed to be older than my parents.

After that conversation with Aunt Edith, I wasted no time and researched about the Robinsons' Company, Artisan Furnitures. I easily got all the details I needed to contact them. Gladly, three days later I was able to book an appointment with Mr. Robinson himself.

I was feeling nervous as I was waiting, and the realization of facing someone I hadn't talked to before had finally hit me. I hadn't met Mr. Robinson in person yet. My father never mentioned that he was friends with the owner of Artisan Furnitures. I had some ideas about who the business associates of my parents were, but I only found out now that my father and the owner of one of the most famous furniture manufacturers were friends.

But come to think of it, our companies have similarities. The names of our companies are similar. My parents' company is Artisan Pages Corporation, while my father's friend's company is Artisan Furnitures. They also both source their raw materials from trees. It's a mystery that my parents never mentioned this to me. Even their conversation about the arranged marriage was never mentioned by my parents before. What could be the problem?

"Excuse me, miss."

I suddenly looked up when I heard someone spoke beside me. I was surprised to notice the elderly woman standing right in front of me. The woman's face was unfamiliar to me, but she had a broad smile as she gazed at me.

"Are you Miss Alessia Harris?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The woman's eyes sparkled. "I'm so happy to see you, dear," the woman said before she bowed and hugged me tightly.

Although I was surprised by the elderly woman's reaction, I still felt compelled to hug her.

"Oops! Sorry. I forgot to introduce myself, dear," the woman said as she released me. "I'm Mrs. Lavinia Robinson," the woman introduced herself to me, extending her hand.

I was pleased to hear her name. I stood up and shook the woman's hand. I asked her if she was the wife of Mr. Robinson.

I could see the delight in her face as she was telling me that she was the wife of the person that I was looking for. She took my hand as she led the way going to where her husband was.

As we entered the office, we approached an elderly man who seemed to have just ended a conversation with someone over his phone.

"Donnie! Sia is here!" Mrs. Robinson happily announced as she approached the elderly man.

The elderly man immediately stood up and greeted his wife with a kiss on the cheek.

"Are you Sia? Greg's daughter?" the elderly man asked me.

"Yes, sir. Do you know me?"

"Of course!" Both the husband and the wife replied simultaneously.

"How could we forget you when Greg and I agreed a long time ago that you and Claude would get married when the time was right?"

After hearing those words, I knew that I never had to ask myself about the name that he just mentioned. Clearly, the Claude that he just mentioned was the same man I was being arranged a marriage with.

I cleared my throat, but that didn't ease the nervousness that was devouring me in that instance. The last thing Mrs. Robinson said didn't sit well with me.

"Ma'am, Sir," I said, shifting my gaze between the couple in front of me, "I didn't come here for the agreement between you and my parents. Actually, I have another purpose."

The couple exchanged glances. "What is it, dear?" Mrs. Robinson asked.

I took a deep breath before speaking. I needed to gather all the courage there was in the world. I knew right then that I had no one else to turn to for help, and there I was right in front of these lovely old couple, wishing that they would be the lifeline that I needed.

"I would like to ask for a favor from you, if possible. When my parents passed away, we found out that they had a large debt with Horizon Bank. If it's not paid, they will foreclose on the house and land they left for me and my sister. Additionally, Artisan Pages is also at risk of collapsing, so we have no other resources. We tried talking to the bank owner. But he will only help us if my sister marries him. In fact, he already took Lia the other day. I don't know how to get my sister back now."

The woman gasped. Mr. Robinson released a heavy sigh. "To be honest, I've known about your father's problem for a long time. I even offered help, but he refused to accept it. Then I heard what happened to him and your mother. I didn't catch up with him. We didn't even attend the wake and burial because we were in Europe at that time, taking care of Claude, who was in critical condition. I don't know how we can help you now because it's hard to go up against someone like Martin."

I wanted to collapse upon hearing what the couple said. I was lost for words, and it felt as if an arrow pierced through my heart. I was ready to beg, I was ready for anything that they would ask in return, no matter the consequences.

The couple exchanged glances again. I was already gathering all my strength assuming that the next thing that I would hear from them was an apology for not being able to be of help.

"Let's do this, dear. I'll talk to Harding," Referring to Mr. Martin. "I'll help you lift up your father's company and take back your sister as well as your house and land. If I can do that, I hope you can also help me and my husband."

I just needed to hear those so I could loosen up a bit. I started to breathe again; my heart felt free from a chain that was suffocating it.

I felt hopeful at Mrs. Robinson's words. "Okay. I'll do whatever you want as long as you help me." That was the point when I felt that I would give in to anything, and I meant anything.

"That's settled then. I'll call you once I've sorted everything out, dear."

Feeling hopeful, I thanked the couple as I bid them goodbye. As I reached home, I tried calling my sister's phone, but all my attempts were unsuccessful. It worried me even more, and I couldn't help but think that something bad was happening to her. I tried calling her some more times, but still, her number was unreachable.

My phone rang, and I swiftly reached for it thinking my sister was returning my call already. But it wasn't Lia, instead it was Mrs. Robinson telling me that they had spoken with Mr. Martin, and that her husband wanted to see me in their office.

"Really? Okay. Let me just change into something more appropriate. I'll be there soon," I replied excitedly.

"I'll send my driver to pick you up so you won't have any trouble. There's also a surprise waiting for you."

I couldn't tell if I was excited or nervous about the surprise that Mrs. Robinson mentioned. But whatever that was, I hoped it wouldn't put me in danger. My paranoia had been building up, I felt like everything would not do good on me but harm. I hoped my instincts were wrong.

I dismissed my concerns. I hurriedly got myself dressed and prepared. Less than half an hour after I spoke to Mrs. Robinson, the driver arrived to pick me up.

I went to Aunt Edith and informed her about me going back to the Robinsons, I knew she was worried about me too, but she never really doubted what I could do. Upon arriving at the Grand Artisan Pavilions, the receptionist escorted me to Mr. Robinson's office.

As we were entering the office, I instantly saw somebody that I had been dying to see the past few days. I could no longer stop my heart from overtaking me. I was moved to tears when I saw Lia there with the Robinson couple. I quickly approached my sister and hugged her tightly.

"Thank God you're back!" I exclaimed joyfully.

Lia bit her lip while wiping her tears. "Sia, I am sorry to disappoint you, but I just went with Uncle Donovan and Aunt Lavinia to properly bid farewell to you. I'll also leave and return to Mr. Martin," Lia said tearfully.

The joy that was building up in my heart suddenly stopped, and I was trying to convince myself that I didn't hear those words from Lia.

"What?" I almost ruptured my eardrums hearing that. "Are you kidding, Lia?"

My younger sister shook her head vigorously. "I'm serious, Sis. If I don't go back to that old man, not only will we lose our house and land, but your life might also be in danger."

My eyes widened. "W-what do you mean?" I wish I could tell her that if it was my life that was at stake in return for her freedom, I would personally hand it over to that monster that seemed to have chained my sister.

"Harding Martin knows people. He can make anyone disappear. Your sister is afraid that you'll be in danger if she doesn't return to Harding," Mr. Robinson answered my question.

I almost ran out of breath at what I heard.

"What about you now, Lia? Can you get along with that old man? Who knows what might happen to you in his company?" I was also afraid for my sister; I was actually more afraid for my sister being with that man than me losing my life. It felt like the entire sky had fallen on our shoulders.

"Don't worry, dear. Harding promised not to harm Lia. I saw that he's really interested in your sister. Who knows, maybe he'll learn to love your sister just as he loved his deceased wife."

To my ears, Mr. Robinson's last words sounded like a pipe dream. If only I could do something, I wouldn't want my younger sister to be in such a situation. Lia's all that's left for me besides our aunt. Despite being the eldest, I couldn't do anything for my sister, and it made me sick to think that there was nothing I could do about it.

"O-okay, I'll let you go back there. But call me all the time, okay? I want to know what's happening with you every day. Don't keep anything from me," I instructed her with such heavy heart, making her feel that I was not in favor of it, but assuring her that I trust her completely.

Lia nodded. I hugged my sister tightly again. We hugged for a few more minutes while crying incessantly. When our feelings calmed down, we parted ways. I could only wish that I could do more to protect her.

"I'm leaving now, Sia. Don't worry, I'll endure this for both of us. I'll study hard and finish college so that when the time comes that I'm tired of that old man, I can still support myself."

I forced a smile. I knew my sister so well; between us two, she was the brave one. She may look weak on the outside, but she's stronger than me. Our personalities were the opposite. I looked brave and strong when looked at, but in reality, I was the other way around. I learned to pretend to be strong to stay away from the bullies.

After my sister left, I remained silent for a few minutes, quietly shedding tears. I couldn't understand what mistake we, as siblings, had committed to deserve such a fate. As I wept, the Robinson couple watched me silently.

When I finally stopped crying, Mr. Robinson spoke up.

"I did everything I could, but this is the farthest that I could go, Sia. I'm sorry I couldn't save your sister."

"It's okay, you have done enough." I replied.

"Thank you, dear. Don't worry, I'll help you revive Artisan Pages. I'll invest a significant amount of capital. While you're studying, I'll appoint a temporary manager for your business. Once you graduate, you'll undergo training for a few months, and then you'll become the CEO. Is that okay with you?"

I nodded quickly. "Yes, sir." I knew that it was too good to be true of him to throw such gesture without expecting anything in return, so I asked him about it.

Mr. Robinson hesitated at my question. He glanced at his wife.

"I won't ask for anything in return for my help, Sia. Your father and I were friends, so it's only right that I help you. Besides, I also failed to fulfill my promise to save your sister."

I sighed. I didn't want to owe anyone, especially since I wasn't really that close to this friend of my father.

"I insist, sir. Even if you couldn't save Lia, you still did your part. I don't want to have debts to others. If I can afford to pay, why should I borrow then?"

Mr. Robinson let out a deep sigh.

"We don't want to force you, dear. But if you insist, perhaps you'd like to continue our deal with your parents," Mrs. Robinson said.

I seemed to know where the lady's words were leading. "Alright. I'll marry your son," I said courageously. The influence and power of the Robinson family would help me recover my sister one day. I needed to strengthen myself too just like Lia.

"Are you sure, dear? You haven't even seen or met my son," Mrs. Robinson asked, seeking reassurance.

"It's okay. My parents probably wouldn't agree if your son were unattractive. They'd probably be pleased with my decision if they were still alive."

Mr. Robinson glanced at his wife, and instructed her to call up their son and ask him to come to the office right away.

"Will you, two, excuse me for some moment?" Mrs. Robinson asked before leaving us. "I hope you won't regret your decision, dear. You don't have to do this," she added.

I looked at the old woman and thanked her for reminding me about it. I also assured her that my decision was final. The agreement between them and my parents was for me to fulfill, and I knew that there was already no turning back.

Mr. Robinson remained silent. He just turned around quietly and approached the glass wall.

Mrs. Robinson returned shortly.

"Is Claude on his way here?" he asked, then turned to me.

"You can still change your mind, dear. Just think of us as your second parents, that's why we're helping you."

I raised an eyebrow. It was starting to sound as if they didn't want me to marry their son. I told them how her words were making me feel.

"Of course not, dear. We agreed to the arrangement with your parents because we want you for our son. But we're just worried about you. Claude can be difficult to deal with. We are just thinking that you might have a hard time with him."

"I'll do my best to get along with your son," I promised.

"You'll only be together for a year. After that, you'll go your separate ways. We just want to teach Claude a lesson. If you happen to have a child, it's up to you whether to leave the child with us or take him with you. What's important to us is to get to know our grandchild and spend time with them occasionally," Mrs. Robinson said.

Those were the conditions, it sounded easy at my end. I knew how short the duration of a year could be, it would only feel like three nights and the next morning, it was over. But I had other thoughts about a span of a single year too, it could also feel endlessly long, depending on the situation.

"That's a deal, Mr. & Mrs. Robinsons," I quickly agreed. I could repay my debt of gratitude to the couple and help them if needed.

"I'll call a lawyer to draft the contract," Mr. Robinson said. Just like that, the next thing we knew, he was already speaking with his lawyer over the phone.

Mrs. Robinson sat beside me and asked about personal matters concerning me. We had been talking for a few minutes when the office door suddenly opened.

"Good morning! Why did you call me here?" a baritone voice said.

My attention immediately shifted when I heard the newcomer's question.

My eyes almost bulged when I saw the man who had just entered. He might be the most handsome man I had ever seen in person. He was handsome in the most rugged way. He looked every inch of a bad boy from head to toe.

His hair was thick and long, almost covering his eyes because of the long fringe that formed a curtain around his forehead. He also had thick eyebrows and a round set of eyes that seemed to be always angry when he stared. His shoulders were broad, and his white T-shirt hugged his chest tightly.

As my gaze lowered to his body, I quickly swallowed. I didn't know if his jeans were just too tight or was he hiding something big inside because I could almost see the bulge in front.

I lowered my eyes to the floor. I noticed that the man who was facing me was wearing leather boots. What did this man ride to the office? A motorcycle, perhaps.

I didn't like these kinds of men. I preferred those who looked harmless like Jaime. Sh*t! Why did I remember him again? I hadn't seen him for years. I should have forgotten him because no matter what I do, he only liked Nienna. He would never like me.

The man stepped forward. I thought he was coming towards me, but he approached Mrs. Robinson instead. He kissed the woman's cheek and then approached Mr. Robinson.

"Who is this girl, dad?"

I raised an eyebrow at what I heard. Did this guy consider me a child? Shouldn't he call me a lady or a woman, instead?

I looked at my outfit, a mini-dress and flat sandals. The hem of my flowery dress reached only to my knees. Didn't I look like a young lady in my attire? Did I need to wear a plain-colored short dress and high-heeled shoes to be considered a lady?

"She is your fiancée, son," Mrs. Robinson answered his question.

The man turned to me

"Excuse me, miss. You're not my type. You're skinny, and you look more like a girl than a woman. Besides, I have no intention of marrying anyone."

I almost fell off my seat. Thankfully, I held onto the armrest. The son of the Robinson couple spoke too frankly and brutally.

The young man wasn't done yet. He approached me and stood in front of me.

"What do I have to do to change your mind about marrying me?" he asked, his hands on his hips.

I couldn't respond. I just stared at him, drowning in his gaze.

He leaned forward and placed his hands on the armrest of my seat. I was forced to put my hands on my thighs because one of his hands brushed against mine.

"How much do I have to pay you to disappear and not show up in front of me again?"

I was mortified. I actually didn't see this coming. My heart was still processing the fact that I could not do anything about my sister, and here I am being bombarded with insults by

someone who acts as if he owns the world.

"Claude!" the couple called out simultaneously.

But it seemed like the young man didn't hear them. He was still staring at me. His eyes were almost ablaze.

"I'm asking you! Why won't you answer me?"

His voice was almost deafening. I was nervous, but I didn't want to back down.

"I'll still marry you even if you don't want to. Your money will be my money when we get married," I replied in the softest voice I could muster.

The young man's eyes narrowed. He was about to raise his hand and strangle me, but Mrs. Robinson quickly stopped him.

"Claude, that's enough! Don't scare Sia!"

"D*mn!" Claude cursed loudly before backing away and leaving the office.

I wanted to cry, but I held myself back.

"I'm sorry, dear. That's just how my son is. It might be better if you don't marry him. Who knows what else he might do to you," Mrs. Robinson suggested.

I smiled bitterly. "I will still do it, ma'am. I won't back down. After all, it's only a year of marriage, right?"

I decided to leave it up to fate. If I could get closer to Claude, perhaps he could also help me forget about Jaime once and for all.

The couple sighed deeply at the same time.

ALESSIA

"Get undressed." He ordered. I was about to ask him to repeat what he said when he did just that. "I said, get undressed now."

Everything was just going so fast that I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Not more than an hour ago, we were in front of a judge who facilitated our wedding. I became Mrs. Claude Robinsons so fast that it felt even faster than the amount of time that we traveled from the wedding venue to the Robinson's Mansion in a Bugatti

Earlier that day, I was just contemplating on the thoughts of getting married. Staring at myself in the mirror, I had the lightest makeup on, and I styled my hair with a simple chignon. My stilettos were high enough to not let the hemline of my white dress sweep the floor.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," uttered the judge who officiated our wedding.

I blinked when Claude took my hand. I thought he was going to kiss me, but I was surprised by what came out of my husband's mouth.

"Excuse us. We'll go ahead. We have a lot to do," Claude said seriously.

He didn't give anyone a chance to react. He simply grabbed my hand and hastily exited the office of the judge.

I almost stumbled with Claude's fast pace. I was wearing four-inch stilettos and my white dress was quite long, making it difficult for me to keep up with his pace. It felt like Claude was dragging me along.

"Hey! Slow down. Where are we going?" I asked nervously.

"Don't speak. Just follow me." Claude said without even looking at me. He quickened his pace and held my hand tighter.

Even if I wanted to protest, I couldn't. I was scared of what I saw in his demeanor. His jaws were clenched tightly. His face was as dark as the impending rain in the sky.

When we reached Claude's car, he finally let go of my hand. As he opened the car, I stared at it intently.

I raised an eyebrow when I recognized the car model, a Bugatti Centodieci. Was Claude's family really that wealthy? So stupid of me to even asked that question.

"Get in!"

I flinched when I heard Claude's voice. I hurriedly got inside.

"Seatbelt!" Claude shouted again as he settled into the driver's seat.

I quickly fastened my seatbelt. I had barely finished when Claude started the engine. I felt almost dizzy because it seemed like Claude wasn't just driving, but flying. I held onto my seat tightly to avoid falling off. I also closed my eyes tightly out of intense fear. I couldn't bear to look at the road as the wheels almost didn't touch the ground.

I only opened my eyes when I felt the car stopped. I noticed we were in front of a mansion. I stared at the house in front of me for a few seconds.

We aren't poor. My family was also well-off because my parents had their own business too. But it seemed like there was a big gap in our lives compared to my husband's.

"Get out!"

I winced when I heard Claude's voice. I noticed that the door on my side was already open, and my husband was staring at me seriously.

I unfastened my seatbelt and hurriedly got out of the car. my eyes widened when I saw the house in front of me. The facade said it all, they weren't just rich, they were crazy rich.

"Is this your house?" I couldn't help but ask.

Claude raised an eyebrow. "No. It's my parents'."

"Okay. Are we going to live here?"

Claude didn't answer me. Something else came out of his mouth. "Hurry up! Don't dawdle there!" Claude snapped.

I just covered my mouth and tried to keep up with my husband as he briskly walked into the house.

As soon as we entered, I noticed the luxurious living room of the Robinson family. But before I could express my admiration, Claude suddenly pulled me.

"Ouch! What are you doing? You're hurting me!" I complained. I wanted to pull my hand away, but Claude held on tightly. I had no choice but to follow him as if I were a small child.

Even when we entered the elevator, Claude was still holding my hand. He only let go when we were inside. His grip was so tight that it left marks on my wrist.

When we stepped out of the elevator, Claude pulled me again until we reached the bedroom. Once inside, he pushed me onto the bed. I quickly got up, only to be startled by what he said next.

"Get undressed!"

My jaw dropped. "A-are you kidding?"

"Do I look like I'm playing around, huh?"

I didn't know how to respond. I noticed Claude sitting on the edge of the bed, taking his shoes and socks off. my eyes widened when I saw him unbuckling his belt. I tried to get off the bed, but Claude grabbed my hand, and pulled me back.

"Where do you think you're going? So, you are playing innocent now? You forced this upon yourself, didn't you?"

I narrowed my eyes at Claude, who was now unbuttoning his shirt after tucking it out.

"We just got married, aren't newlyweds supposed to have a honeymoon?" He gave a razor-sharp stare while saying that.

"But... I-I'm not ready. Can we do this another day?"

Claude let go of my hand. He stood up and cupped my cheeks with his hands.

"Aren't you interested in my money? Well, I'll give you all the money you need in exchange for your body. I probably won't lose out on you, right?"

I felt a pang in my heart at Claude's words. So, he agreed to marry me just because he was interested in my body. It seemed like I was no different from a paid woman.

But then again, that was the truth, wasn't it? I agreed to marry Claude to help me and my sister rebuild the company left by my parents. Besides, I hoped to save my sister from Mr. Martin's clutches. I owed it to Claude's parents. So maybe it was right for me to sacrifice myself for the sake of me and my sister's well-being.

Furthermore, I didn't want to owe anyone anything. So, I would do everything to pay back everyone who helped me and my sister.

"What are you waiting for? Get undressed now!" Claude urged.

Only then did I notice that Claude had already taken off his polo shirt and undershirt, exposing his bare chest. I swallowed hard as I saw his broad shoulders, sturdy chest, and prominent abs.

I silently counted the eight-pack abs Claude proudly displayed.

"Enjoying the view?" Claude sarcastically asked.

I didn't respond. I looked away.

"If you don't want me to ruin your clothes, then get undressed," Claude ordered with emphasis.

I frowned. I wasn't embarrassed about my body. But I couldn't fully comprehend how depraved my husband was.

I took off my shoes. Then, I took a step back and felt for the zipper of my dress. Carefully, I lowered it down, and when the dress fell to my feet, I stepped forward again.

Claude stared intently at me.

"Take it all off! You won't leave anything on your body!" he commanded.

I winced. Despite feeling insulted by my husband's command, I still reluctantly obeyed. I unhooked my bra and took it off. I quickly followed suit with my panties. With courage, I faced my husband.

I immediately noticed the slight lust in Claude's eyes. Even his Adam's apple moved rapidly. His eyes were filled with desire as it roamed over my entire body.

If it were any other woman standing before my husband, I might feel shy about undressing. But not me. I even took pride in my body because it was my best asset aside from my intellect.

Claude approached me and stood right in front of me. I felt the weight of his stare scrutinizing every inch of me, my skin, and each curve.

"This is mine," he said, tracing my lips with his thumb. "These are also mine," Claude squeezed my n*ppl*s.

I almost moaned at what he did.

"Even this one is mine alone," his finger traced the cleft between my thighs.

I instinctively gripped Claude's shoulder as he started to caress my most intimate part.

"Today and onwards, I own you from head to foot," Claude declared before capturing my lips.

All I could do was moan as Claude delved deeper into my mouth as he opened It.

ALESSIA

My breath caught in my throat at the way Claude kissed me. After exploring my lips, his lips trailed down to my neck and shoulders. my husband kissed, licked, and lightly nibbled on my skin. I was sure he would leave marks.

As Claude's lips descended further to my chest, I released a series of soft moans. my husband suckled on me like a baby, while one hand caressed the other side. Then, he pinched and teased my n*ppl*s. He did the same to both my breasts.

Claude knelt down and kissed my abdomen, continuing his kisses until he reached the space between my thighs. I closed my legs tightly as I felt ticklish. However, Claude quickly parted them.

He teased my cl*t. "You're soaking wet, huh. Are you enjoying what I'm doing?" Claude grinned as he explored my womanhood.

I couldn't respond. I just bit my lip.

It was the first time I felt so overwhelmed after kissing. I had had boyfriends since high school up to college, but I had never enjoyed romance like this before.

"Even if you don't answer, I can read it on your face," Claude said, and began to lick my cl*t. I felt his hot tongue moving up and down my sl*t. Not satisfied, he spread my thighs wider and nibbled on my prized possession.

One of my hands gripped his shoulder, while the other tangled in his hair. I was drowning in the intense sensation I had never felt before. The pleasure mixed with pain that my husband was making me feel.

my knees were trembling. Fortunately, I was holding onto my husband. Otherwise, I might have collapsed to the floor. my whole body felt hot, as if I were coming down with a fever. There was something inside me that I couldn't understand that wanted to come out.

"Claude, please..." I didn't know what I was begging my husband for. I wanted to tell him not to stop and to go faster. But I was consumed by shame. I just tugged at his hair. Before long, I couldn't help but scream when I suddenly felt something come out from within me.

"Undress me," Claude ordered firmly as he stood up.

My hands were trembling as I opened Claude's belt buckle. I then lowered the zipper of his pants. After that, he sat down to remove his shoes and socks. He quickly pulled down his pants. He was left in black boxers.

I bit my lip as I noticed the bulge in front of my husband.

Claude took my hands and placed them on the waistband of his boxers.

I closed my eyes as I slowly removed my husband's remaining garment.

"Open your eyes."

I opened my eyes at the sound of Claude's baritone voice. Even though he was angry, his voice still sounded pleasant to my ears.

Claude took my hand again and made me hold onto his towering manhood.

With all the boyfriends I had, this was the first time I had seen a manhood this big. I had seen Jaime's before, but we were still teenagers back then, so I wasn't sure if it had grown since. I wouldn't know because my first love was now married. Besides, I am married now too.

As my attention returned to my husband's manhood, I felt it hardening. It seemed to grow even longer and thicker. Smooth and evenly colored, but so hard it felt like steel in my hand.

My hand moved, going up and down Claude's length. I grinned when a restrained moan escaped his lips. I felt my thumb pressing into the small hole at the top of his rigid member.

Claude cursed. I was surprised when he suddenly pushed me away. I thought I might fall to the floor, but I landed on the soft bed. Before I could react, Claude was on top of me.

"You're a sl*t! How many men did you have?" Claude's eyes blazed as he glared at me. His jaw clenched tight.

I didn't want to answer. But Claude squeezed my cheeks firmly, causing me to wince in pain.

"Answer me!" Claude shouted, his face just inches away from mine.

"Six, seven, eight...I lost count," I admitted. I didn't want to count how many boyfriends I had. It didn't matter to me anymore. But Claude was persistent.

"D*mn you!" Claude suddenly kissed me fiercely. I tasted myself in his mouth. His kiss was reckless and punishing. I almost cried out when he bit my lower lip.

I instinctively touched my lips when Claude released me. But I grimaced when he forcefully spread my legs apart. Before I could protest, he thrust his manhood into my womanhood. I screamed in agony.

"Ah!" I pushed Claude, but he didn't budge. It was like pushing against a solid wall. I just ended up crying because of the inexplicable pain. It felt like my whole being was being torn apart by the pain.

But it seemed insignificant to Claude. He continued to pound his rock-hard member, intensifying the pain I felt. I closed my eyes and endured the pain.

When I felt Claude stop moving, I quickly opened my eyes. But I closed them again when he kissed my neck and chest. The pain slowly disappeared.

When my husband started moving again, I clenched my teeth to avoid making noise. I was worried I might feel the pain again. But when my husband started thrusting in and out of me, the sensation changed. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that he made me feel. I moaned and whimpered as my husband sped up on top of me.

I couldn't help but scream when I felt like something exploded inside me. Claude continued to thrust rapidly, intensifying the sensation I felt. I closed my eyes and endured the pleasure and pain.

I screamed again when I felt like something exploded inside me. Claude continued to thrust rapidly, intensifying the sensation I felt until he screamed too before finally collapsing on top of me.

We remained in that position for several minutes. When I felt him get up, I opened my eyes. The first thing I noticed was his still hard member, now reddened with blood.

"You're lying, b***h!" he said firmly while standing at the foot of the bed.

I sat up. "I don't understand. How can you say I'm lying?"

"You had been with eight men. But why are you still bleeding? Is it because my member is big? Or because you're just a liar?"

I bowed my head. "It's true that I've had maybe eight boyfriends, but I never had s*x with anyone except..." I suddenly stopped talking. Why did I need to mention Jaime's name? I hadn't seen him in a long time, and life had been quiet.

"Except?"

I shook my head. "Never mind. You wouldn't believe me anyway."

"Why would I believe you when you're a liar? Just rest. I'll use you again later." With that, Claude headed straight to the bathroom. The closing of the door echoed in the room.

I was left stunned. Use me? So, that's all Claude sees me as. Not a wife or a person.

Tears fell from my eyes. Maybe that's why I couldn't forget Jaime, because even though he never loved me, he was a good person. He never hurt me or raised his hand to me even when he was angry. Nienna was really lucky. Meanwhile, I was struck by misfortune in life.