Gerald suspected that it would just be a kiss. However, when Ariana's kiss became more profound, he took the girl's place. He rolled Ariana's body so the girl was lying beneath him. Gerald deepened their kiss. And hearing the girl's moans made him want to do more. Slowly, he took off the lingerie that Ariana was wearing and slipped it from above. He was always captivated by the sight before him, even though this was not the first time he had seen it. Gerald lowered his head even more. Ariana looked up to give Gerald access as his lips and tongue played on the girl's neck. He was kissing, licking, and taking small bites. In response, Ariana grabbed his hair and pressed Gerald's head, asking Gerald to do more. The girl hurriedly took off the T-shirt that Gerald was wearing. Gerald kissed the girl's neck again as he removed all their clothes and hid their bodies under the blanket. His head continued to move down to touch the entire surface of the girl's body. Her neck, collarbone, ch
Gerald heard the bathroom door open. Ariana was wearing one of Gerald's oversized bathrobes, and seeing her like that warmed Gerald's heart. Ariana glanced in his direction, her forehead creased. Her gaze was, of course, directed at the fabric in Gerald's hand. "I don't want the servants to fuss," she replied casually. She took the bathrobe from him and headed into the bathroom, but Gerald stopped her. "Let me wash it later," Ariana insisted, but Gerald shook his head. "I won't wash it. Just soak it in the bathtub. The servants will finish the rest," he replied. Ariana nodded and walked toward the walk-in closet. Gerald held her arm, kissing the top of her head, which felt different to Ariana this time. He cupped Ariana's face with both his hands. A smile played on his lips, mischievousness evident in Ariana's eyes. "What?" she asked challengingly. "Can we do it again?" he teased. "That is if you don't mind," he added. "What if I do mind?" Ariana asked with a deadpan expression.
"I hate what he did," Ariana muttered. "You might know my background from your paid informants. But you don't truly understand the life I led, Amber, during those times." Without looking at Gerald, Ariana began to tell her story. She knew her husband was listening. So she chose to continue without waiting for his comments. "You probably know that my family used to be well-off. Let's say we were wealthy in our time," she said. "My father was a successful businessman back then. We never lacked anything. Luxurious house, cars with private drivers. Food made from the finest ingredients. Boutique clothes. We had it all and enjoyed it. And we never lacked love, or at least that's what I used to feel. Our life was incredibly happy. My father was a man who cared deeply for the well-being of his wife and children and always granted whatever we asked for. Then one day, when I was ten, my father came home defeated. He told my mother that his company had gone bankrupt because he was deceived b
Her eyes welled up with tears. "I can't keep asking for their help forever because I know their lives aren't that rich to fulfill all my needs. And they're also financing my father's medical treatment and hiring a nurse because they don't want me to struggle. And all of that surely isn't cheap. So, to meet my needs, I chose to earn money myself. I worked." Gerald was surprised. He glanced at his wife, who still hadn't looked his way. "I met an unfortunate boy who worked as a street performer at traffic lights," Ariana smiled. "If you think I became a street performer too, you're wrong; I'm not that good at singing." She chuckled. "I sold newspapers," she continued. "Alongside him, I learned about the world of the streets. I understood how difficult it was for people out there to find food. Even though some of them were just pretending. But I knew some of their stories were real. He also taught me that, regardless of my situation, I should always be grateful because there were many pe
#Shelma Shelma averted her gaze from the disgusting scene in front of her. She despised all of it. After all this time, fighting to destroy her marriage with Hadi, a man who had once been so devoted to her, she now had to face the bitter reality that the man she loved was already with another woman. No. Ariana couldn't have Gerald so easily. And why Gerald? How could he be interested in a woman like Ariana? Shelma was far more beautiful, more graceful, richer, and more everything than this poorly dressed woman who looked more like a man. Shelma was certain Ariana didn't know the fashion world like she did. Just look at the woman's attire—only shabby jeans and a worn-out shirt. It was a far cry from her own expensive clothing. Shelma turned around, simultaneously encountering the one woman who had opposed her relationship with Gerald for so long. Who else but Mrs. Rosaline. Yes, that old woman had always been the barrier to Shelma's relationship with Gerald. Even when she knew Geral
They left in Gerald's car. Of course, Vivan was not with them as he was currently assigned to replace Gerald in the company. Throughout the journey, Gerald remained silent. He was clearly sulking because of Ariana's appearance, which he thought was too feminine and would attract the attention of many men. But Ariana chose to ignore it. Just because she always wore jeans and a long-sleeved shirt didn't mean she didn't like dresses or beautiful clothes like other women. She had always prioritized comfort. Wearing a skirt all the time wasn't comfortable for Ariana, considering she was active and often did tasks typically associated with men. The car had reached the school parking lot. They entered the school area, and as before, Gerald's presence drew the attention of parents who were there to pick up their children. Jealousy? Of course, Ariana felt it now, but she couldn't act childishly by covering Gerald's face with a mask, could she? Gerald immediately approached Axel's caregiver,
The man who was facing Ariana immediately turned when he heard the throat clearing. Ariana looked up too, but her expression remained neutral. Axel then returned to his seat, as did Gerald. "So, not even five minutes, and the empty seat is already taken, huh?" the man mumbled, more like a sarcastic remark. Ariana raised an eyebrow, looking at Gerald. "Allow me to introduce, he..." "Ariana's husband," Gerald suddenly extended his hand. The young man sitting in front of them glanced at Ariana, then at Gerald and Axel. "He's our son," Gerald answered the unspoken question written on the young man's confused face. "But, I thought..." the young man squeaked. "You thought Ariana was single? Yes. Up until a few months ago, she was indeed single. Before I married her," Gerald replied again. Ariana just shrugged at Gerald's answer. "Oh, I see," the young man replied awkwardly. He then stood up. "My friends are waiting for me. Nice to meet you, Ariana," the young man said with a wide smi
"Ariana is not like most women you know. She doesn't feel satisfied just because you praise her. You praise her and shower her with luxurious gifts. What Ariana needs is for you to prove to her that she's valuable. Don't you ever wonder why she gets angry when she sees you with Shelma in the office? Do you think she's angry because Shelma is affectionate with you?" Mrs. Rosaline asked. Gerald nodded. But then Mrs. Rosaline shook her head. "That's not what makes her angry. What makes her angry is your employees' comments that you and Shelma are a perfect match. What makes her angry is that people don't know who she really is. Shouldn't you have introduced Ariana to the public? Gerald, the guests who came to your wedding only know that Karenina is your wife. And people in your company still see you as a single man. Women out there still see you as an eligible bachelor they can pursue. So, do you think Ariana feels secure in her position as your wife? If I were Ariana, I wouldn't feel