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Cheated On Me? I Married a Tycoon

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I spent three years building my husband, Axel Farrell, into Silicon Valley's ultimate "family man." As his lead PR strategist, I carefully managed his public image, making sure the world saw him as a perfect, devoted husband while I worked in the shadows of our estate. The illusion shattered when he came home one night smelling of sandalwood and roses, with three deep fingernail scratches carved into his back. When I tried to check his phone, the passcode we had used for years-our wedding anniversary-had been changed. The betrayal got worse the next morning when his mother called me a "defective product" and tried to force me into a fertility clinic. Axel didn't defend me; instead, he shoved me against a marble bar at a public gala to protect his mistress in front of the world's elite. By the time I tried to leave, Axel had frozen my bank accounts and filed a forged legal petition to have me declared mentally incompetent. He planned to have me legally kidnapped and locked in a private psychiatric ward just to stop me from filing for divorce. He even blocked every major law firm in the city from taking my case, leaving me with no money, no identity, and no one to turn to. I couldn't understand how the man who "saved" me from the mud years ago could be the same monster now trying to legally erase my existence. Was our entire marriage just a grooming process to exploit my genius for his billion-dollar empire? As the deadline for my forced commitment approached, I stopped crying and opened my laptop. I leaked the video of his affair to every tech journalist in the country, watching his stock price crash in real-time. "Axel thinks starving me out will make me crawl back to him," I whispered as I walked into the headquarters of his biggest rival. "But he forgot that the most valuable part of his company is in my head." I was no longer the abandoned wife; I was the one who was going to take his throne and burn it to the ground.

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"Daddy...." She moaned clenching my hair, arching her back giving me more of her nipples. I took her areola in my mouth sucking hard like a baby starving for milk. I was starving for her milk making her nipples bloody red I dragged my mouth giving her wet kisses.

I make sure her whole body covered with my marks. All red and purple marks of my passionate love for her. She was moaning, Her erotic breath and my groan filled the room.I lash out my beast on her. I was rock and hard to enter inside her.

"Daddy Please" She begged her face was flashed, Her cheeks were pinky like her name.

"Rose promise me, you won't leave me" I asked entering inside her.

"Yes daddy...I won't..." She said digging her nail in my back.

"I love you princess..." I said thrusting inside her. It feel like heaven, Her p'ussy my heaven.

"I love you daddy...." She moaned coming on me and I thrusted fastest speed like if I stopped she will vanished beneath me.

"Princess where our baby..." I asked coming inside her.

Her whole body frozen beneath me. I saw tear rolling down in corner of her eyes getting invisible in her hair.

"Baby..." I asked and she broke into loud sob.

"What happened" She cried giving me hard glare like I am the person in this world she hated most. The eyes holding so much love for me was replaced with hatred.

"Baby.." I asked trying to give her hugged but she vanished beneath me before whispering " I Hate You daddy"

"Rose...." I woke up yelling her name. I looked otherside of my bed her place was empty. I was dripping in sweat bed was also wet. I again come in my dream.

I stood from bed going inside bathroom. I took bath just thinking about how's I am gonna face rose and our babies. She must have waited for me. It was first time I got late to meet them.

"Roses are ready" I asked one of the house maid.

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