I'm receiving care from the household staff, who were concerned enough to suggest calling a doctor. However, I assured them that it wasn't necessary. What I truly need is Dr. Alessandra. I'm looking for someone to confide in and help me process these overwhelming emotions that I've been carrying. In addition, there seems to be something troubling within my emotional wounds. As far as I can tell, there's nothing else physically wrong with me. In the past, I was able to find solace in gaining confidence, especially when Marco was by my side. But now, Marco's presence is also the catalyst for everything falling apart.Suddenly, I heard the door to the room open. Even without looking, I knew exactly who it was. Ever since this morning, I haven't spoken a word to Marco. I even recall having the fleeting thought of wanting to escape from the car that was driving us home. If only I could have a separate home too. But now, I find myself living with Marco.“Once you’re done, please go ahead an

I chose to stay. While Marco was showering, I put on my pajamas.As I rested in bed, my mind couldn't escape the events that transpired earlier. The pain stuck around, mixed with Marco saying sorry and trying to hide his feelings from me.In that moment, an insight struck me—Marco often uttered words that contradicted his actions. The question loomed: which version of him should I believe? Should I give weight to his spoken promises, or should I rely on the actions he displayed when we were alone?The bed shifted, signaling Marco's arrival. The delightful scent of musk and aftershave wafted into my nostrils, triggering a sense of comfort and allure.I averted my gaze, intentionally pretending to be asleep while my mind buzzed with thoughts. But then, a rustling movement from the duvet startled me, causing me to instinctively close my eyes, only to open them moments later.Suddenly, a surge of surprise coursed through me as Marco enveloped me in a warm hug from behind. His hand wrapped

"Ahh, Marco!" My upper body lifted from the chair because he kept pleasuring me."Do you like me playing with your wet pussy? How was it, Maddie? You got excited, didn't you? While you were conversing with my secretary, the thought of being caught turned you on. Wasn't it thrilling?"I couldn't answer his barrage of questions, and all that escaped my lips were moans."You, dirty girl. My naughty and dirty wife."Marco withdrew his fingers just as I was about to climax. He lifted my legs, spreading them wide. He brought his mouth close to my pussy and his tongue caressed my folds.I clutched his head and called his name loudly. I pressed his face even closer, intensifying my release."Ahh!"I was panting heavily after my climax, my eyes closed, and I struggled to catch my breath.Marco stood up and leaned on the table, watching me catch my breath. I was tired, but I noticed him licking his lips, which were glistening because of me.I felt a rush of heat when I saw how enticing he looke

Marco's avoidance of discussing the cafeteria incident made it difficult for me to ask about his true feelings of jealousy. As we prepared to meet with a designer, my mind was preoccupied with his earlier remark, causing me to miss important details.Curiosity prompted me to ask, "Where are we going?" However, Marco simply replied, "We're going to a Gala," providing no further explanation or context.Upon arriving at the designer recommended by his mother, I couldn't help but feel like I was under close scrutiny. The Moretti women had been patronizing this establishment for generations, despite my previous mention of having connections elsewhere. Donning a burgundy dress with a plunging neckline and an overskirt, I chose this color to enhance my skin tone, a decision that the designer also confirmed."Mrs. Moretti, your physique is stunning! I am confident that my masterpiece will suit you perfectly," the designer exclaimed, applauding me. I simply smiled, unsure of how to accept com

Everyone was in a state of panic. Marco quickly pulled me aside, making sure I was safe. A waiter was holding a woman hostage. I stuck close to Marco, fearing that the hostage-taker might consider shooting us."M-Marco, should we do something?" I asked, holding his arm and looking at him. "Save her—""Not my job," he tersely replied, checking his wristwatch while I struggled to believe what he just said.The hostage-taker was still in the middle threatening the people around him when he suddenly collapsed to the ground, releasing the woman. The rapid turn of events was so swift that if I hadn't seen the blood on the hostage-taker's head, I wouldn't have believed he was dead.I found myself visibly pale as I gazed at the lifeless man, his eyes hauntingly open. Marco instinctively covered my eyes to shield me from the disturbing sight. When I looked at him, it became apparent that he had been observing me for quite some time.My attention shifted to Marco's cousins, particularly when Ga