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Craving for My Tyrant Husband

Chapter 8 My best friend's brother

Word Count: 530    |    Released on: 10/02/2026

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through the crowd, po

e silk number that clung to every curve. The yellow di

illiams family," Illa whispered.

vie asked, lookin

tus is here, the temperat

. A man was holding court. He was hand

relaxing. "My other brothe

unded over. "Little sister

lla said. "The girl yo

d this? I'm an idiot." He took Evie's hand, bri

d back, smiling pol

ked. "To who? That Gus

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out a low whistle. "Whoa. That is a serious rock. Your husband isn

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hat in mind,

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d out hi

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hone. He paled. He looked around wildly

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a manager appeared out of n

, come with me. We have a change of clothe

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Craving for My Tyrant Husband
Craving for My Tyrant Husband
“I was cheated on by my scumbag boyfriend. On the night I got blackout drunk, I married a stranger, and when I woke up, I only found a marriage certificate and a black card. He took care of my scumbag ex for me, gave me a canary diamond ring, but refused to show his face-he only called me baby on video calls. I ran to my best friend's house to hide, only to find that the billionaire next door, who made my heart skip a beat, had the exact same scent as him. My best friend cried and begged me: "He's Augustus, a tyrant who eats people alive!" But only I knew that the man who pressed me against the terrace railing, leaned down to kiss me, and whispered "I'll protect you" softly. Fifty thousand dollars to sneak photos of his private office? I'll go. Not for the money, but to ask him to his face- Gus, how many secrets are you hiding? And how long have you been craving me?”