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to her waist; they're thinner than an average woman's, and their thinness only accentuates her hips. Her long legs ignite a strange hunger in me. The rumors were true. Abel Sham had a goddess locked up within his walls. Strong urges ri

n her cheeks to her lips, wetting it. I want to kiss those small pink lips. I want to feel their softness again

ell she's horrified. She attempts to run, but I

his. She screams,

erer. I can never forget the image of his cold body lying lifeless on the floor of his hotel's suite. I can never unsee the foam on his mouth or the evident pai

d your legs as wide as the

someone, anyon

ate me, but she is a murderer, a very cunning one at that

than it ought to be. It'll

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uts any existing restraints

with pleasure, love. I sa

my gaze meets hers. There's agony in them that agony reminds me of someone, some

vulnerability to leech on him. Taking everything away from him, including his life. She was a fucking gold digger, and I'd teach her what happened to gold diggers. I get to my room and light a cigar. I drag in long, deep puffs and think about the next phase of my plan. Now that I had married my brother's murderer, the next thing was to ruin her alongside her pathetic family. It'd be easy to destroy the Sham corporation now that he had given me twenty

resting. Today is day one of being married to my brother's murderer. I had to celebrate it. I rush to the shower to freshen up and make my way to my bride's room. As expected, the spoiled princess was curled up in bed sleeping. To show my

for? She says,

In my house you're expected to earn your s

she doesn't underst

. She blurts out, unembar

o the kitchen. The kitchen is busy as usual; feeding I and fifty others wa

r hands are callus-free, you'll all lose your jobs. I hope I am understood. They all nod and glare at Charlot