Asher took the challenge too seriously. He thoroughly fucked his lover to oblivion. Afterward, Isabella could neither move nor string a coherent thought. She collapsed on the couch, totally exhausted. “Want more?” Asher mused, reeling in the aftermath of their lovemaking. He had never thought sex would feel that phenomenal. Ever. But then again, with Isabella, he was discovering wonders he never knew existed. Gathering her in his arms, he sloppily licked her lips, drawing a needy moan from the exhausted lady. Though she couldn't move, her hunger for her lover hadn't subsided. She had been encouraging her to plow her hole for the last three hours, and she got more than she had bargained for. “let's go to bed.” Asher decided, to scoop her in his arms and carried her up to the bedroom. She was leaking so badly as his cum decorated her inner thighs. He placed her on the bed gently and disappeared into the connecting bathroom. Luckily, they had long stocked the cabin once they decided it

Lucas eyed his eldest daughter silently, wondering if she was ready to hear the truth. Her unwavering gaze on him made him it was about time they faced their dysfunctional relationship if there has to be a better future for them. “You are the only one who lost her,” He croaked, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Isabella swallowed hard. Was he really going there?“I am not the one who remarried barely a year after her death.” she spat bitterly. Lucas had expected her to touch on the subject, but now that she had, he didn't know what to tell her. “And to her supposed friend no less,” Isabella added quietly, referring to Edith, her stepmother and tripled her father's guilt. What excuse could he give that would be justifiable? He knew marrying too soon had caused his daughter to view him in a different light. How can he explain that it was a consequence of a drunken night of sorrow that left a woman pregnant, and he had no other option than to marry her? Will she understand he did it for hi

Lucas had never defended his daughter Isabella against his wife's ridicule or insults. Mainly because everything Edith accused Isabella of, was quite true. But today he was itching to shut her down. Yet, he couldn't. Not without arousing unnecessary suspicion. So, he shoved his anger deep down and offered his darling wife a small smile as if he were concurring with her words. The act motivated Edith to keep on spewing nonsense. “You would be a fool to invest in that loser!” She went on. “The nerve. Who does she think she is?” “Don't get yourself worked up for nothing.” Lucas cooed, reaching out to rub his wife's palm gently, though all he wanted to do was grab his tightly and demand she tell him if she had anything to do with Lorena's death. “What did you tell her?” Edith wasn't letting it go. She was like a dog with a bone. Lucas sighed in exaggeration. “I told her I would think about it.” He started calmly. “What? Are you crazy?” She pulled her hand out of his harshly. “What's

'Was I that horrible?' Lucas thought to himself in disbelief. Didn't he love his wife with all his might? Where could he have done wrong to make Marcia come to such a disheartening conclusion? Could have Lorena felt the same way, and he didn't notice it in time? “I loved your friend, dearly.” He managed to croak. He didn't understand why he desperately wanted Marcia to believe him. Perhaps it would make him feel like less of a failure, or maybe he just needed to be in her good graces once again. “Keep telling yourself that, if it helps you sleep better at night.” It was like Marcia woke up and chose war. She wasn't going easy on him at all. Lucas exhausted all that he could say in his defense and decided to ask Marcia what he did so badly that made her hate him that much. Of course, he knew in the list, his marriage to Edith topped it. But it was his surprise, she was angrier at how he had been treating Isabella so far. She went ahead to remind him that all the money he and his 'per

“Daddy…” Olivia sputtered, trying to take an innocent stance and paint her sister as the aggressor. Jacinta saw the savage move and glared at her. Isabella, who already had enough of the shitty turn her day had taken, took the opportunity to slip away, hurrying to her room. Lucas noticed she looked miserable, but didn't ask about it because he was sure he was the last person she would unburden to. Also, with Jacinta and Olivia around, Lucas didn't feel it was wise to go, an all-concerned father in fear of arousing suspicion. Knowing his daughters, they have runny mouths. And Edith would definitely hear about it in a matter of seconds. “We just wanted to know why she seemed sad.” Jacinta said lamely, making Lucas to turn and look at her. He wanted so badly to scold her on behalf of Isabella, but decided against it. With a flicker of his wrist, he dismissed the two, telling them lightly to let Isabella be. They, of course, nodded fast, but Lucas wasn't fooled. He had barely disappeared