Ariana lightly slapped both of her cheeks. Oh God, what had she just done? Making out? It felt like more than just making out. It hadn't even been 24 hours since she became this man's wife, and she had already done such... "Aaarrrggghhhh..." Ariana stifled her restrained scream. She swore she felt embarrassed, even though she didn't want to admit it. The man had taught her such wicked things. For God's sake, Ariana had never been touched by any man before. So why had she behaved like a loose woman, allowing herself to be kissed and touched by a stranger? Okay, not entirely a stranger. He was her husband now. And Ariana hadn't committed any sinful act, even though she had gone further than that. But the man was still a stranger. Despite his status as her husband. All Ariana knew about him was his name, Gerald Zeroun. She barely knew anything about his job, age, and she couldn't even remember the name of the old woman, Rosaline Zeroun, who was apparently his grandmother. As for the w

Ariana sighed deeply. "I don't have a choice, do I?" she asked, then shook her head. "You really didn't give me a choice," she said sharply. "All the decisions are in your hands. That's the contract you've given me. I just need to act like I love and care for the child, and voila, the child becomes yours." Ariana snorted. "I can do it, help you. And in return, don't interfere with my personal life." Ariana closed the folder and handed it back to Gerald. "Where are you going?" he asked when he saw Ariana getting up. "To fill my stomach. I don't want to die of hunger and make you a widower anytime soon," she said casually and left the room. This was the first time Ariana had set foot outside the room. Yesterday, when she entered the house, she was unconscious. She wasn't even aware that she had been undressed by her husband. Now Ariana was left wondering where to go. She knew she was on the second floor. Her phone displayed a little past six o'clock. Ariana decided to go downstairs.

Ariana groaned. "Let me remind you, dear Mr. Gerald. In case you forgot, I've already showered. So, of course, I smell good." Ariana tried to keep her voice regular, even though she wanted to sigh, especially now that Gerald's lips teased her. Kissing the side of his neck and behind his ear. If only the man's legs weren't holding him back. Maybe Ariana had fallen on the floor because her knees suddenly felt weak. "You said... Oh My God Ariana!" Amber's screams rang through the room. She, who had suddenly opened the door, was shocked by the condition of Ariana and a man who was stuck together, pressed against the wall like lizards mating. Ariana tried to push Gerald, but the man still didn't move where he was. Maintaining their position makes people think they are being perverted. "Who are you?" The question just came out of Axel. The three adults forgot about Axel's presence, who had been swallowed by the back of the sofa. "What's wrong with Mom and Dad?" His green eyes looked at Ge

A few moments before the wedding, Gerald purposely approached Ariana's father, his future father-in-law, for a private conversation. "I may not be a high-class entrepreneur like you, Gerald," the middle-aged man said. "In fact, my business is nothing compared to what you have now. I wasn't surprised when Gerald chose to marry Karenina. My daughter, unlike Ariana, was raised differently. Karenina is clearly more suitable to be the wife of someone like you." "I'm also sure that finding someone like Karenina wouldn't be difficult, considering the connections you have. So, I'm puzzled myself, why is Gerald forcing Ariana to replace Karenina?" Bradley's face showed curiosity as he looked at Gerald. "Because it's his duty as an older brother to help his sister and his mother," Gerald replied flatly. Bradley shook his head. "I'm a father. I'm a businessman, just like Gerald. Although I'm not as wealthy and smart as Gerald. But I know, that's not Gerald's goal with this marriage." Gerald

"The day has already turned late. After a lunch, more precisely called dinner, Ariana asked Chris to take her wherever the man went. And here they are. In Chris's luxurious apartment. Ariana is enjoying the beauty of the city lights from several hundred meters above. Chris's apartment on the twenty-fifth floor has its own beautiful view. "It must be expensive to live here," Ariana comments without taking her eyes off the streets far below. "What's the point of my dad having a lot of money if it can't be enjoyed?" the man answers arrogantly." "Ariana scoffed. 'I thought you'd be living in a one-bedroom apartment or something,' she commented again. Considering Chris's less-than-ideal relationship with his father, Ariana had thought her friend would be independent. 'But I forgot that you're a super rich kid. So, it's only natural to have a fancy apartment like this palace.' There was a hint of sarcasm in Ariana's words that made Chris chuckle. He tousled Ariana's hair casually. He st