Marvin entered his house and walked towards the living room, which was empty. Not a single person was there. "Miss Bertha?" Marvin called out, half shouting for his housekeeper. "Yes, Sir?" A woman in her mid-thirties suddenly appeared, approaching Marvin. "What is it, Sir? Are you ready to eat now?" she asked. "No," Marvin replied. "Where’s Stella? Is she in her room?" "Mrs. Stella?" "Yes, where is she? Is she in her room?" Marvin asked again. "Mrs. Stella is upstairs, Sir," Miss Bertha said, looking flustered. Marvin frowned at the woman’s flustered tone, then he walked towards the stairs and climbed up to Stella’s room. He knocked several times, frowning when there was no answer. "Stella? Are you in there?" Marvin asked, but there was still no answer. He opened the door, and the room was empty. "She’s not here," Marvin muttered. Marvin walked back downstairs and approached Miss Bertha, who was in the kitchen preparing dinner. "Stella isn’t in her room. Where is she?" Mar
"How do I look? Am I beautiful?" Stella asked. Marvin looked Stella up and down. "Not quite perfect yet." "Then how should I dress, Sir?" Stella looking disappointed by Marvin's comment. Marvin scrutinized what might be wrong with Stella. The dress she was wearing was perfect. It was a short, sleeveless dress with straps on the sides, ending slightly above her knees. Marvin glanced at the heels Stella wore, and they were also perfect, matching the color of her dress. "What’s wrong, Sir? My makeup? Is it too thick? My lipstick? Is it not bright enough? Should I use a bolder color?" Stella asked again. Marvin examined Stella's face closely. There was nothing wrong with her makeup. It looked natural and not thick at all. "I’ll change into something sexier. Tonight, I have to look very beautiful in front of Damian so that he regrets hurting me," Stella said, about to turn around, but Marvin grabbed her wrist first. Stella immediately looked at her hand that Marvin was holding. "Yo
Marvin cut the steak in front of him, then slid Stella's plate towards himself, while pushing his own plate towards Stella. Stella looked at the man who was now smiling at her. "Eat, darling," Marvin said. Stella frowned, nodded, and smiled hesitantly. "Thank you," she said. "You're welcome," Marvin replied, stroking Stella's head, causing her to lower it slightly in surprise at being touched. "He's good at playing a drama," Stella thought. Meanwhile, Damian, watching the scene before him, began to feel annoyed, his hands even clenching tightly. In contrast, Mia looked relaxed, enjoying the meal on the table. The dinner was truly perfect. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed premium quality beef. "How is it? Do you like the food?" Marvin asked. "Very much," Mia replied with a smile. "We're enjoying it, Sir. Thank you," Damian said. Marvin smiled back. "I'm glad to hear that." He propped his elbows on the table and clasped his fingers together, looking at Damian very
"Since you're married, let's plan this," Marvin said, joining them on the sofa. "The first page is just a diversion. The following pages contain the actual property transfer documents. The real purpose of our plan. When you ask for Damian's signature, tell him it's an agreement regarding the shares he promised you. Just say you want to finalize the share transfer." Mia looking at the contents of the folder, furrowed her brows in confusion. "Ah, this piece of paper." "Yes, it's just to divert Damian's attention," Marvin replied. "Can't we just explain it straightforwardly without all the convolutions? Divert his attention from what?" Stella chimed in. Marvin exhaled sharply. He looked at Stella and Mia seriously. "Listen to me carefully." Stella and Mia looked at Marvin with serious expressions. "The first page outlines the benefits of the agreement between Mia and Damian. The subsequent pages are the actual transfer documents for the company, the house, and other assets. The fir
Stella closed her eyes as Marvin's face drew closer to hers. She felt the man's lips firmly on hers. She gripped the sofa she was sitting on as their lips met, the man being her husband. "I've been holding back since I saw her just out of the shower, wrapped only in a towel the other day. She keeps tempting me until I can't resist touching her anymore," Marvin thought. Marvin pushed Stella's body until she was lying on the sofa, Their eyes met again. Stella swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she stared at Marvin's face. This was the first time Stella had been this close to a man. With Damian, they had never done anything beyond holding hands and kissing on the cheek. Marvin, now on top of his wife. brought his face closer to Stella's again, prompting her to close her eyes once more. Since Stella didn't resist at all, Marvin botdly unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and brought his face closer to her again. However, before he could kiss her in the right spot, there was a kno
"Are we not married?" Damian came out of the bathroom with towel wrapped around his waist, walked over to Mia until he was standing in front of her. "Why do you never let me touch you?" he asked, inhaling the sweet scent of Mia's neck. Mia gently pushed against Damian's cold chest. Damian's physique was quite impressive, and seeing him fresh from a shower made him look even more handsome. If only Damian weren't such a jerk, Mia might have fallen for him. Unfortunately, he had left a deep wound in her heart with what she had been through. "You know very well why I never let you touch me, even though you are my husband," said Mia, crossing her arms over her chest. "But I want it, darling." Damian approaching Mia again, touched her cheek with his nose, inhaling her sweet scent. Mia pushed against Damian's chest. "In our agreement, there is no mention of a physical relationship, right? That means you are not allowed to touch me." Damian smirked. "Who said there wasn't? There clearly
Stella stared at her phone screen, reading the message from Mia sent last night. "Sir?" Stella called out. "Yes?" Marvin replied, munching on his toast. Stella directed her phone screen towards Marvin. "Is this Fanny?" Marvin took the phone from Stella's hand and carefully examined the image on the screen. "Yes... this is Fanny. Did she come last night? With Damian?" "Maybe... Wait, I'll ask Mia." Marvin didn't respond, calmly continuing his breakfast. Shortly after, Stella spoke again, "Last night, Damian asked Mia to fulfill her duties as a wife." Hearing Stella's words, his brow furrowed. "The duties of a wife meaning... they... it..." "| understand," Marvin interrupted with a flat tone. "Basically, Mia managed to avoid Damian's desires but it weren't fulfilled, then he left the house. In the middle of the night, he came back with Fanny. They slept in a room not far from where Mia sleeps, there's a possibility that Damian and Fanny... they did-" "I get it," M
“Damn!” Marvin muttered angrily as he watched the video on his phone. Stella, sitting beside him in the living room, turned to look at him. “What’s wrong, sir? Is there a problem?” “Yes, there’s a problem,” Marvin handing his phone to Stella. Stella took the phone and played the video on the screen. “Damian is with Fanny and sent my decoy women away,” Marvin said. “This could ruin my plan to get Damian heavily drunk.” Stella remained silent for a moment, her eyes still on the phone screen, watching the video of Damian chatting and laughing with a woman while occasionally sipping alcohol. “Is there a drink with a very high alcohol content?” Stella asked. “Something that can make someone drunk with just a little bit?” “Yes,” Marvin replied. “Hmm... I see they’re talking and drinking intermittently. Why don’t you have your people give Damian a drink with a high enough alcohol content to get him drunk? Just say it’s an apology drink from your contact who couldn’t meet him.”