LOGINAfter taking her stepsister’s place, Yvonne Miller is married into a wealthy family. To take back her family business, she plots each step she takes carefully. Everyone knows Stephen Anderson is a cruel and ruthless person. Yet, his ugly and uncultured wife has him wrapped around her little finger. Stephen doesn’t mind that his wife’s an ugly duckling. On the contrary, he dotes on her excessively. When he hears gossip about his wife being ugly, with cosmetic surgeons offering her discounts, he whirls into a rage. “These blind dogs! My wife’s the most beautiful woman alive!” he insists.With that, a rumor spreads in Northerna City that Yvonne is Stephen’s retribution for his past misdeeds… Until one day, Yvonne returns from abroad drop-dead gorgeous, sending shockwaves all across the city. However, she doesn’t show up in Stephen’s life again. “What do you take me for, coming and going as you please?” he demands. Stepping aside to present the young kid behind her, Yvonne says in chagrin, “My child’s father?”
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لم أقصد أبداً أن يحدث أي من هذا. أو ربما كنت أقصد. ربما كنت أكذب على نفسي لأشهر، متظاهرة بأن الطريقة التي يتفاعل بها جسدي في حضوره ليست أكثر من خيال امرأة وحيدة جامح. اسمي إيلينا، ثمانية وثلاثون عاماً، متزوجة من رجل بالكاد يلمسني بعد الآن. وماذا عن الآخر؟ ماركوس. ابن زوجي البالغ من العمر عشرين عاماً. طويل القامة، عريض المنكبين، بنظرة هادئة ومكثفة في عينيه الداكنتين تجعل فخذي ينقبضان في كل مرة ينظر فيها إليّ لأكثر من اللازم. بدأ الأمر ببراءة كافية، أو على الأقل هذا ما أقنعت به نفسي. كان زوجي، ريتشارد، قد غادر في رحلة عمل لمدة أسبوعين إلى لندن ذلك الصباح. كان المنزل يبدو كبيراً جداً، وهادئاً جداً، وخطراً للغاية ونحن وحدنا تحت سقف واحد. قضيت اليوم أحاول إبقاء نفسي مشغولة، بالتنظيف، بالطبخ، بأي شيء لتجنب التفكير في الطريقة التي عانقني بها ماركوس مودعاً في المطار. بقيت يده عالقة على أسفل ظهري، تضغط أصابعه بما يكفي لإرسال حرارة متدفقة بين ساقي. بحلول المساء، كنت أشعر بالتململ. سكبت لنفسي كأساً من النبيذ وتجولت في غرفة المعيشة لا أرتدي سوى قميص قديم من قمصان ريتشارد. كان بالكاد يغطي مؤخرتي، ناعماً على ثديي العاريين، وحلمتاي متصلبتان بالفعل من الهواء البارد وأفكاري المحرمة. تكورت على الأريكة، وساقاي مطويتان تحتي، أتصفح هاتفي بلامبالاة بينما كان التلفاز يعمل في الخلفية بصوت خافت. ثم سمعت باب المنزل يفتح. دخل ماركوس، لا يزال بملابس الرياضة، والعرق يجعل قميصه الرمادي الضيق يلتصق بعضلات صدره الصلبة. كان سرواله القصير يتدلى منخفضاً على وركيه، كاشفاً عن ذلك الخط الحاد الذي يختفي تحت حزامه. جف فمي. ألقى حقيبته عند الباب ومرر يده خلال شعره المبلل، ماسحاً الغرفة ببصره حتى استقرت عيناه عليّ. "أنتِ مستيقظة في وقت متأخر"، قال بصوت منخفض وخشن من التعب. انزلقت نظراته ببطء، متفحصة القميص الذي أرتديه، والطريقة التي ارتفع بها على فخذي. لم يبعد نظره. لم يفعل ذلك أبداً بعد الآن. "لم أستطع النوم"، أجبته محاولة أن أبدو عفوية. تحركت قليلاً، فارتفعت حافة القميص أكثر. كنت أعلم أن عليّ سحبه للأسفل. لم أفعل. مشى مقترباً، وتوقف على بعد بضع خطوات فقط. ملأت رائحة عرقه الممزوجة بذلك الصابون الرجالي النظيف المكان بيننا. نبض مهبلي بقوة، مع تدفق سريع للبلل يبلل فخذي من الداخل. يا إلهي، كنت غارقة بالفعل وهو لم يلمسني حتى. "تبدين جميلة بقميصه"، تمتم ماركوس. لم يكن هناك مجال للشك في نبرة صوته الآن. "لكنك تبدين أفضل بدونه". خفق قلبي بقوة ضد أضلاعي. كانت هذه اللحظة التي كان ينبغي عليّ فيها الضحك وتغيير الموضوع، وإخباره بالذهاب للاستحمام، وتذكيره بمن أكون. زوجة أبيه. زوجة والده. بدلاً من ذلك، أخذت رشفة أخرى من النبيذ، والتقيت بعينيه فوق حافة الكأس. "ماركوس..." بدأت أقول، لكن التحذير مات في حلقي بينما اقترب أكثر. لامست ركبته ساقي العارية. سرت كهرباء مباشرة إلى أعماقي. انحنى، واضعاً إحدى يديه على ظهر الأريكة بجانب رأسي. كان وجهه على بعد بوصات من وجهي. كنت أرى الجوع هناك، خاماً وغير مقيد، نفس الجوع الذي كان يتراكم بيننا منذ أكثر من عام. "لطالما أردتكِ بجنون"، اعترف، وأنفاسه الساخنة تلامس شفتي. "في كل مرة يقبلكِ والدي، في كل مرة يترككِ فيها وحدكِ... أفكر في كل الطرق التي يمكنني بها جعلكِ تئنين باسمي بدلاً من اسمه". انحبس أنفاسي. توترت حلمتاي ضد القماش الرقيق، تتوقان للمس. كنت أشعر بشفرات مهبلي تنتفخ، ملساء ومستعدة، والبظر ينبض مع كل دقة قلب. ارتعش كأس النبيذ في يدي. "ماركوس، لا يمكننا فعل ذلك"، همست. لكن جسدي خانني. تباعدت ساقاي قليلاً، تدعوانه للدخول. تحركت يده إلى فخذي، تنزلق للأعلى ببطء، وأصابعه تداعب البشرة الحساسة حيث انتهى القميص. أعلى. أقرب إلى حيث كنت غارقة من أجله، أتوق لشيء كنت أعلم أنه سيدمرنا كلياً. "اطلبي مني التوقف"، قال بصوت مظلم مليء بالتحدي. لامست أطراف أصابعه حافة مهبلي العاري، ليشعر بمدى بللي بالفعل. "اطلبي مني ذلك الآن يا إيلينا، وسأبتعد". فتحت فمي، لكن لم تخرج كلمات. فقط أنين ناعم ومحتاج بينما ضغطت أصابعه إلى الأمام، مفرقة طياتي المبللة. وفي تلك اللحظة، مع مداعبة أصابعه لمدخلي وفمه يحوم فوق فمي، عرفت أنه لا توجد طريق للعودة.A light breeze blew by in the courtyard. Agatha slowly recounted the past.Back then, Daniel and his wife, Katherine, had just had Mark. The entire Carrington family had been celebrating.They had doted on Mark and taken him wherever they went.That day, they had headed out. Before they'd known it, Mark had been taken away.Just when Daniel and Katherine had been on the brink of losing it, they had received a call from the kidnapper to bring the ransom to a specific spot.They had gotten the money and driven there without any hesitation. No one had thought that they would ever return after that. Even Mark had disappeared.When Agatha finished recounting this, her cup of tea had already cooled.She wiped her tears away. She said through a catch in her throat, "Katherine was hugging the bag of money tightly until the moment she passed away, as though she were hugging you."Mark furrowed his brows. Now that he'd heard the truth about Daniel and Katherine, he should have felt pain
As Yvonne left the room, she could tell that Stephen's mood was much better.She looked at him. "Are you thinking of something nice?""No." Stephen looked at Yvonne with a rare twinkle in his eyes."Let me take you to breakfast." Before Yvonne could respond, he took her hand and led her to the elevator.Thinking about how he'd stood outside her room the entire night, Yvonne decided to let him hold her hand.Then, her thoughts drifted to Otto. Somehow, she had a bad feeling.…At the same time, Mark was in the courtyard of Carrington Mansion. He sat next to Agatha and poured some tea for her.He handed her a cup of hot tea. "Great-Grandma, try this."When he noticed that Agatha had no reaction, he called out to her once more. "Great-Grandma?""Huh?" Agatha came to her senses. She looked at Mark in confusion. "What is it?""You've been distracted since yesterday. Are you thinking of something?" Mark asked.Agatha shook her head. "Nothing." Then, she picked up her teacup and
Yvonne stood by the door of the bedroom and looked at Otto, who was looking out of the window in a daze on the bed.The sun shone on his face. He looked quite hungover and had a sickly pale face.Yvonne hesitated for a while before saying gently, "Mrs. Jenner called me last night. She's worried about you."Otto didn't respond.Yvonne went in closer and added, "She said that you called her and asked about your father. She found it strange."Mr. Carrington, why did you suddenly think about your father? Did Mrs. Carrington Senior bring him up yesterday?"All Yvonne got was silence.Luckily, she was patient. She sat on the couch and followed Otto's line of sight. Tiny dust particles were floating among the sunbeams. Yvonne also fell into a daze as she watched them float about.Suddenly, Otto asked, "Have you ever felt like your world was falling apart?""Hmm?" Yvonne was confused. "For example?""I mean, like the person that you trust turns out to be different from what you'd t
The next morning, Yvonne opened her door to see Stephen standing outside. She was caught off guard."What is wrong with you this morning? Why didn't you knock…"While talking, Yvonne noticed that Stephen was still wearing the same clothes as the night before. She furrowed her brows and asked, "Don't tell me you didn't leave last night? Have you been standing outside this door all this while?""Hmm." Stephen looked at Yvonne intently. "I thought you would've figured it out quickly."Yvonne was speechless, but she thought to herself that she'd slept like a baby the night before.She smiled at him. "Figure what out?" She noticed Stephen frowning as though he were on the brink of losing his temper.She quickly added, "I-I mean, you have to give me a hint, right? I've thought about it the entire night, but I still don't understand. My brain isn't functioning well."Stephen asked suspiciously, "You've been thinking about it the entire night?""Yes, which is why I didn't look for yo
Calbert and Yvonne managed to track Otto's car to a bar, thanks to the information they'd gotten from his staff. Otto's car was right outside the bar.Calbert looked at the neon sign and furrowed his brows. "Why is Otto here? Did what Mrs. Carrington Senior said really hit him so badly that he has to
The next day, Agatha went to Carrington Group on her own. She headed straight for Otto's office, ignoring Zac, who was trying to stop her. She opened the door.Otto was talking to a client when their conversation was interrupted.Seeing how angry Agatha looked, Otto apologized to the client and told Z
"Actually, I don't blame Yvonne at all." Mark said slowly, "Emerald Group is an organization that values profit. Everyone is in it for themselves. Doing whatever it takes, by any means necessary, is common there."I knew a long time ago that Yvonne was a really ambitious woman. She had always wanted
"If I hadn't come to find you tonight, you probably wouldn't tell me anything about what happened tonight, would you?" Stephen asked in retort.It wasn't a big deal, as long as they returned safely. Yvonne wondered why she needed to report this to him.But she still smiled. "It's late. How could I dis


















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