They had been together for two years, and he had been cheating for just as long. She loved him deeply, so she put up with it time and time again. But his behavior grew more unbearable with each passing day-bringing his mistress home to spend the night, treating her like she was nothing more than an eyesore, a nuisance. Fine. If she was truly that disgusting to him, then it was time to end this chapter between them. She threw a contract in his face, but instead of walking away, he clung to her like sticky syrup. Wherever she went, he followed. Finally, fed up, she turned to him and asked, "What do you want from me?" With intense affection in his eyes, he replied, "I want you to mark me."
"Push harder... F**k me..."
In the dead of night, Stella twisted the handle of the villa's front door. Before she could step inside, she heard the sounds coming from upstairs.
A woman's soft, passionate moans, rising and falling with desire.
Just hearing those sounds, Stella's mind involuntarily painted a vivid picture of the chaotic scene unfolding upstairs. Her body stiffened, and her fingers instinctively clenched. After a moment, she composed herself, calmly closing the door without even removing her shoes. She took one step after another up the stairs, the sharp click of her heels echoing through the quiet villa.
Perhaps her footsteps were too loud in the stillness of the night because the sounds from the room seemed to quiet for a brief moment before growing louder and more intense, as if trying to break through the walls themselves.
Stella's eyelashes fluttered slightly, concealing the emotions swirling in her eyes.
Stopping at the door, she lifted her foot and, with a sharp, forceful movement, kicked it open.
The door crashed open, the noise inside the room immediately falling silent.
Inside, her husband of two years, Eric, was sitting lazily. A woman, scantily dressed, had her legs spread wide and was lying on top of him, engaging in shameless acts.
The scene before Stella was a brutal assault on her senses.
"Eric, I told you not to bring these loose women into my house again. You've already dirtied enough of my space!" Stella's voice was cold, her expression even colder.
Eric raised his gaze, his dark eyes locking onto her calm expression. His brow arched slightly.
"Your house? Stella, after a month apart, your shamelessness seems to have grown. Tell me, what here is actually yours?"
This house, from the construction to the decoration, had all been arranged by Eric. Every item, whether decorative or practical, had been carefully chosen by him. He had once believed this would be the home he'd share with her.
Once.
Stella bit her lip, her fingers tightening slightly around her handbag, but her face remained completely impassive.
Eric glanced at her again, then lowered his gaze. He grabbed the chin of the woman in his arms, the gesture seemingly affectionate, but the coldness in his eyes was unmistakable.
He hated Stella's ever-composed demeanor. Even when her husband was blatantly cheating right in front of her, she seemed utterly unfazed.
Meanwhile, the woman clinging to Eric, sensing this, pushed her luck and redoubled her efforts to seduce him, acting bolder and more provocative with every move.
Stella's eyes remained fixed on the two of them entwined on the couch, oblivious to everything but their own lust. Her fingers tightened further. Rationally, she knew she should leave now before it became too painful to witness.
Her wolf spirit, Van, spoke up: "The family business is still waiting for our rescue money."
Her steps faltered, freezing in place.
Eric didn't even glance at her, continuing his increasingly reckless and blatant actions with the woman-now almost unbearable to watch.
Stella stared at them, a surge of inexplicable rage rising within her, overtaking the jumble of emotions and family matters swirling in her mind. All she could see now was the couple before her, wrapped in their own desires.
Taking a deep breath, Stella suddenly stepped forward, grabbed a nearby glass of water, and threw the icy liquid over the two of them without hesitation.
The woman screamed, quickly rolling off Eric and frantically slapping the water off her body.
Because of the way they were positioned, most of the hot water splashed onto the woman. Eric remained untouched, still lounging on the sofa in a relaxed, almost regal manner. Even with his clothes rumpled and his chest exposed, nothing could diminish the air of quiet nobility surrounding him.
Frankly, the man was breathtakingly handsome.
He raised a finely sculpted eyebrow and fixed Stella with a smile that wasn't quite a smile. His gaze was unsettling, sending a chill down her spine.
Stella couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes. She quickly turned away, directing her anger at the woman beside him.
"Get out," she snapped.
The woman, drenched in hot water, was furious. How could she accept this?
Remembering the tension in Eric and Stella's marriage and recalling Eric's earlier passion toward her, she decided to press her luck. Wrapping her arms around Eric's legs, she feigned distress, crying, "Eric, I'm freezing from the water... and now she's telling me to leave. I-"
Mid-sentence, she covered her face and began to sob.
Eric lowered his gaze, coolly watching her.
"If she tells you to leave, then you leave," he said flatly.
The woman froze, taken aback by Eric's sudden coldness. Just moments ago, he had been warm and affectionate with her.
Eric fixed his gaze on her, a dangerous smile curling at the corners of his lips.
"What's the matter? Do you want me to throw you out myself?"
"N-No," the woman stammered, shivering. She hastily grabbed her purse and stumbled toward the door, desperate to leave as quickly as possible.
Before she left, she instinctively closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them alone in the room.
The atmosphere was thick with tension.
Eric held that unsettling half-smile, his eyes never leaving Stella. He didn't speak.
Stella could feel the weight of his gaze, creeping under her skin. She forced herself to look away, focusing on a point in the room to maintain her composure, even though her heart raced.
"Luna," Eric finally spoke, his voice laced with mockery. "You chased my guest away. What's your plan to make it right?"
Stella glanced at him, about to fire back with a sharp retort, but the words died in her throat. She remembered what her father and stepmother had told her.
She was supposed to get Eric to invest fifty million dollars tonight.
Her grip on her bag tightened, and she swallowed hard, following his lead. "What exactly do you want me to do to make it right?"
Eric leaned back, lounging on the couch, still smiling that unnerving smile. His eyes, dark and unreadable, spoke volumes without a single word.
We're both adults. And that responsibility... what else could it be?
Stella's body tensed, but the situation left her with little choice-there were things she simply had to do.
Her face flushed as she sat on Eric's lap, her hands gripping the collar of his shirt. Without thinking, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, making the scene undeniably seductive.
Eric swallowed hard, his eyes lingering on Stella's chest with a mix of fascination and desire.
The originally round and full shape was torn into a droplet shape.
Stella became excited when he licked her, and the viscous liquid unconsciously spat out little by little. She couldn't help but twist her waist and move between his legs.
Stella patted his head and said, 'Go to the other side and lick.' A strand of juice hung on the reddened nipple that had been licked.
Eric said, "Lick me
Stella gladly accepted his command, opening her mouth and carefully licking the lines on his glans until the object swelled to the point where veins bulged and sprayed thick white liquid onto my face.
Eric is satisfied now.
"So, Alpha Eric, what exactly do you plan to offer in exchange for my commitment?"
Eric's breath quickened as his gaze locked onto the woman's face, mere inches from his, and the subtle glimpse of skin she exposed as she bent forward, the hint of allure barely hidden by her neckline. His eyes darkened.
Without a word, he reached out, grasping Stella's wrist with a single, firm motion, effortlessly flipping her slender, graceful form onto his broad chest.
The air between them was thick with an undeniable tension.
Eric tightened his grip on her delicate chin, his voice low and husky. "Is there anything in this pack that I, Eric, can't provide?"
The implication was clear-whatever Stella wanted, he could give her.
A car, a house, a diamond ring... he could buy her anything.
Stella softened in his grip, raising her hand to curl around the back of his neck. Her voice, soft and seductive, whispered, "I want fifty million dollars to invest in my company."
The words cut through the once-charged atmosphere, plunging it into a sudden chill.
Eric's fingers tightened slightly around her chin, his once-warm, calloused touch now carrying a cold, unyielding resolve.
This woman wanted only one thing.
Since their bond as mates, her eyes had always been fixed on one thing-money.
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