Cruel Intentions

I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

The Wine Press

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to get a divorce, Mark," I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time-even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.

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Chapter 1

A lively party in a luxurious building with a capacity of a thousand guests. It was classy and had expensive food options. A glamorous themed wedding decoration with chandeliers, swarovski, and peach color flowers that looked beautiful. The guests were business executives, dignitaries, and several well-known artists. A wedding reception, accompanied by songs from Indonesia's top singers and costing billions had ended.

The bride was waiting for her husband in a bridal suite that provided a romantic and elegant atmosphere. The woman paced back and forth on the balcony of her lodge, scared and not knowing what to do.

Then she walked towards the table. Next, she put off her crown on top of her head.

Although she's only knew Alexander for a few months, Jennifer was sure she's married to the man, the CEO of Jacob Industries. He was gentle, dignified, handsome and a junior business executive.

The bathroom door opened. Alexander, who was shirtless with a towel wrapped around his waist until his hips, gazed at his bride.

“Here!” he ordered in a loud voice, unlike usual.

Jennifer hurried, walking over to his husband, her new husband.

“Can you come to me fast, huh?!” his husband said forcefully.

Jennifer, who was shy at first, had now turned scared. Only a few hours after the wedding reception and still at her father's house, Alexander had dared to yell at her.

Afterwards, Jennifer arrived in front of him, the groom looked at the woman with a sharp look that wanted to pounce. “Follow me!” he ordered, pulling Jennifer by his one hand into the bathroom.

“What should I do?” Jennifer asked, frightened.

“Soap my body!” the husband replied, throwing his eyes the other way.

“Wait a minute, I need to change my dress!” His wife asked, not to need the marriage dress as a white costume designed for her at the marriage reception to be wet with detergent.

“No need!” his husband, who had just become the husband of a girl named Jennifer, shouted. The closed bathroom carried out Alexander's voice so loud it caused Jennifer to cover her ears.

“Don't be spoiled, this is your first duty as my bride! Help me take a shower!” he said with great emphasis.

Alexander stood up and let Jennifer scrub with her shower puff and her favorite mint-scented liquid soap.

“Faster!" Alexander ordered because he felt his wife was very slow.

Next, Jennifer rubbed her husband's back, wondering what he had done wrong, he turned into an abusive and angry husband.

“Don't be so loud you want to hurt my skin, okay! Just like that is incompetent, you useless wife!” Alexander cursed, showing a sinister smile on the corners of his lips.

Jennifer's tears welled up. It was unusual to be treated to anyone. She was the only daughter of Charles Damaresh. A successful entrepreneur who opened his business in various sectors, hospitality, advertising, villas and resorts. His two older brothers and he is the most loved by his dad.

After finishing soaping and rubbing Alexander's body, even the soles of his feet. Jennifer rinsed her husband's body with cool water. In the bathroom there was hitter water with two faucets, cool water and warm water, but Alexander asked him to clean with a dipper.

Jennifer stopped her activities. Now it was her turn to take a shower.

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