The week passed uneventfully. Chloe's boring married life was exactly what it had always been. Well, there was one small change. She and Dante now had breakfast together every morning. They crossed paths around the mansion more often too. According to him, it was all part of getting to know each other better so they could meet his grandfather's expectations. Then, after a year, they could finally get divorced. Late Thursday night, Chloe woke up thirsty. Unfortunately, there wasn't any water left in her bedroom, so she'd have to go downstairs to the kitchen. She really didn't feel like it, but she didn't have much choice. She wasn't about to wake one of the staff at that hour. She grabbed her empty pitcher, figuring she might as well refill it. She had just started filling the pitcher in the darkened kitchen when she heard a noise. She spun around and found Dante standing there. He was still dressed in one of his impeccably tailored suits. "Dante," she whispered, a little startled

"Ivanna, do you sleep with different men here?" Chloe asked curiously. Ivanna sighed, tucked her compact mirror and lipstick back into her purse, and looked at her. "In the beginning, yeah. You could say I did. But I became a lot more selective, so I was the one choosing who got to fuck me," she explained. "For a while now, though, it's only been Alex." Chloe nodded. She remembered that sexy, broad-shouldered man Ivanna had been so affectionate with. The two women headed toward the elevator. The security guards immediately let them through. By now, everyone knew who they were, so there was no need for identification. Chloe looked around in amazement. The place was filled with men in tailored suits and women dressed in sexy, provocative outfits. She still couldn't believe she came to a place like this just to be fucked by her own husband. "There's Madame," Ivanna said. She took Chloe's hand and led her across the room, drawing the attention of several men along the way

Gala stepped into the room that had become so familiar to her, only to find it empty. She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. Had he left? No. He couldn't have. ...Could he? She let out a heavy sigh. If he really had gone, then the entire night would be a waste. The bathroom door flew open. She immediately got to her feet and looked him over from head to toe. His body was dripping wet, with nothing but a towel wrapped low around his hips. She couldn't stop herself from biting her lower lip. Her husband was a complete idiot. A ridiculously sexy idiot. He looked her over, his eyes lingering on the seductive lingerie that would soon be lying in a heap on the floor. "You're late," he said in a husky voice, devouring her with his gaze. Gala didn't answer. Instead, she walked toward him with slow, sensual steps until only a few inches separated them. Without hesitation, she placed her hands against his firm abdomen, slowly caressing upward until they r

Dante climbed out of the car in a hurry and strode toward the mansion. The butler and the housekeeper assigned directly to Chloe greeted him as soon as he stepped inside. "Mrs. Montgomery?" he asked without slowing as he headed for the staircase. The two employees practically had to jog to keep up with him. "She's in her bedroom," the housekeeper replied. Dante quickened his pace. He needed to see her. He needed to know she was safe. His phone kept buzzing in his hand, more pictures arriving from the unknown number. There were no messages, no demands. Just meaningless emojis accompanying the photos. He pushed open the bedroom door. There stood his wife, wearing nothing but a pastel pink lace lingerie set. He couldn't help himself. His gaze swept over her body. The delicate lace hugged every curve perfectly, accentuating her full breasts and the enticing roundness of her ass. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Chloe snapped. She quickly snatched the towel fro

Dante arrived at one of his apartments, the place where he used to meet his lovers. It had every luxury imaginable. As soon as he walked inside, his assistant greeted him with a respectful bow. The woman who had dared to keep Chloe Montgomery under surveillance was already waiting. "She's in the living room," his assistant said. Dante nodded and headed that way. The moment he stepped inside, he recognized her. She had light hair and pale eyes. It was one of his former lovers. It surprised him that she'd been bold enough to send him those pictures. "Mr. Montgomery," she whispered with a nervous smile, her eyes already glistening with tears. Dante took a seat in the armchair and looked her over from head to toe. Their arrangement had ended months ago. "I..." she began, only for her voice to fail. "We caught her near the Montgomery mansion," Dante's assistant said. "She had these with her." He handed Dante two cell phones and a professional camera. "What were you doi