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NIGHT WITH THE BILLIONAIRE👹🌼🍒
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By Gift Anya 🥺
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EPISODE 27: The devil grew a heart slowly.
" Leonard doesn't want me. He rejected me! "

" I, Lia, I'm not a coward nor a puppet. Neither would I sit, and watch what is mine get sn**ched away. I find it completely unfair, presumptuous that a woman who isn't worth half of me be chosen over me! "

" I'm the daughter of a Governor but who the hell is Rachael? What on Earth does that woman have that I don't? How could he choose her over me? "

" A man who belongs to me should never love another woman that isn't me. "

" Leonard is my husband. Why should I give him up without a fight? I feel so enraged, I want to poison that woman to death! "

" I despise Rachael with everything in me. I want her dead. "

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A venomous woman.

Most cats presumably lived more than nine lives but a certain abandoned bride messily crumbling onto the cold ground sadly wasn't as pitiful as she looked.

Infact, despite being vulnerable with tears streaming down her rosy cheeks, Lia defiled innocence. She was extremely dangerous. Enough to murder someone with just a single bite.

And that one person, Lia had the deepest urge to kill was Rachael.

Hate, anger, reproach was all Lia felt as a jilted bride. It wasn't much a superstition that she naturally despised Rachael; her husband's supposed lover. It was just clearly seen that everything at the fold of her hands was tumbling into nothingness.

And of course, the only way she could feel better in control as she always had was to blame someone. To kill someone, in the most cruelest manner she knew.

The poison of her tongue.

Lia was beyond ordinary. Everyone had little secrets but hers made little seem glamorous, one which the average human brain could hardly fathom.

Else, how could one explain the primitive way the new bride gripped a huge python; the stranger in her room?

More less the romance, Lia shared with a snake. The kiss was best thought to lack intimacy because it was a kiss of death.

Lia wasn't the one dying. Once every venom from the reptile had been stolen, the latter had a near death encounter.

Lia's tongue was poisonous enough to kill the biggest, and strongest snakes.

She was an open deceit. An unread book, everyone could see but toughly understand what she truly was.

Else who would have thought in the Almighty De'Tigers mansion, the new, innocent bride was a venomous woman? One who sucked out every drop of poison from huge snakes just to survive?

No one knew. No one except Feathers.

Because feathers had also been Jilted, rejected by one man her father had always wanted to be her husband.

Nonetheless, it wasn't Jubilee's hard-bent refusal to marry her that infuriated dear Feathers. Truly, Jubilee was fated as the next Mafia Godfather.

If only he could marry her then her dream of becoming the Underworld's Godmother would become more than a whirlwind wish. Was it too much to ask?

Of course she deserved it. That bastard, Jubilee was just the only stumbling block she had.

He had vehemently refused to become the big bad wolf, and in return, Feathers was also very unwilling to return home to Jubilee.

She didn't want to be humiliated again by Jubilee, and his stupid wife.

They made her extremely angry. Their ugly faces were the least ones, she wanted to see.

But Surprisingly, her dreadfulness to see Rachael sn**ch her spotlight, made Feathers reluctantly return home. Once she did, she went by Lia's window.

Everything Feathers had watched.

The passionate s*x between Leonard, and Lia, and the aftermath of Leonard's brutal rejection. But what she had least expected was Lia actually summoning a huge python.

Feathers recognized Lia in-depthly. It wasn't the first time, she had seen a woman who was poisonous. After all, she also had a secret no one knew too.

Years ago, her ex-lover was one who charmed snakes. And because, he insanely dreamt of turning the entire world into snakes, he began kidnapping girls, feeding them with poisonous venom until their bodies couldn't take it anymore.

Till, they became poisonous vessels. Immune, even to the strongest poisons, they could bite a snake to death.

Many girls had died. Only two had survived that madman's cruel obsession. It was just she and Lia.

Easily, Lia would have killed that snake if she wanted to, Feathers knew but for some strange reasons, she let the python crawl away.

Why? Because Lia was crazy with hatred. She lost her senses, intentionally letting the python snake into the room of her archenemy.

Feathers wasn't fooled. She was certain Lia planned to poison Rachael. If it wasn't with her tongue, then she would have her bitten by a deadly snake.

Aghast, Feathers questioned Lia's sanity. Although, she wanted Rachael dead too, she couldn't let Lia be burnt by her own fire, else the stupid woman would drag her to damnation as well.

Never!

Feathers couldn't risk their cover being blown. Their heads would roll if anyone figured out they weren't just plain women but ones who were deadly to kill someone with a kiss.

Surprisingly, while Feathers trampled upon the snake's head with her bare feet, she wasn't hurt, rather, the big python was crushed to death.

Quickly before any damages was procured, Feathers beheld Lia's insane figure, messily crumbled onto the ground, ingesting the snake's poison whilst trembling like she was high on drugs.

Lia clawed the ground so hard, her fingers began bleeding. Her bloodshot eyes seemed so terrifying, anyone could guess she wasn't human at a glance.

Feathers scowled with disgust.

This stupid woman! How could she recklessly digest poison out in the open? What if someone had seen her?

Infuriated, Feathers toughly grabbed Lia's collar. Immediately, a strong slap was thrown across Lia's face.

Feathers hit her so mercilessly, her fingers cracked, and soonest, Lia's cheeks swelled, thrown to a defeated side.

Stunned, Lia returned to normalcy. Grasping her scarred cheeks, she lifted her head, only to recognize angry Feathers looming over her.

Instantly, Lia's expression frailed with fright. Every arrogance she had dissipated into the wind. She was clearly afraid of Feathers.

" Big sister, It's you? "

" Have you gone Insane, Malia? " Feathers rebuffed pleasantries. Her unforgiving eyes evidently close to strangling Lia for whatever damages she nearly caused.

Feathers brutally pushed Lia's chest so hard, she fell backwards. " How could you be so reckless? Why did you bring in a snake here? How dare you use poisonous magic? What if someone had seen you? Do you have a death wish? "

Her questions were demanding, vengeful, Lia had no chance to reply.
She knew the consequences of what she had done, but wasn't remorseful at the slightest.

Lia only snickered rebelliously, looking grim. So what if she had swallowed Venom in the open?

Truly, it was against the Underworld rules to feed on snakes openly. Lia knew she could even get killed if news went out but what else could she have done?

If she hadn't been provoked by that slutty woman, then she wouldn't have boldly thrown cautions to the wind.

Wasn't it so unfair? For years, she had suffered cruelly. Thanks to the madman who turned her into a snake, she went through hell as a little girl. Poisoned, beaten, her skin ripped bits by bits. Right before her eyes, she had even watched her friends get killed yet she survived.

Now, she possessed such corruptible power. Why couldn't she use it? Her tongue could kill thousands of men, then why couldn't she just kill one little slt who intended sn**ching the only man she had ever loved.

Why?

Why was she still that Madman's puppet?

Tears ran down Lia's eyes. Begrudgingly, she bit her lip, looked away, not welcoming Feathers anymore.

A long silence reined. Indeed, Feathers saw her cry, and finally thought Lia was pitiful. She also shared the same fate. How ironic that both of them were in love with men who madly loved the same woman?

Feathers heavily sighed.

Lowering down to Lia's little height, Feathers surprisingly hugged her. She grasped her jaw, slightly sweeping her head to look into her eyes.

This time, she was gentler; convincing. " Lia, you want Rachael dead, Don't you? "

That question...
Malia lifted her head. Now, that she thought about it, there was absolutely no reason why she would want Rachael dead. She barely even knew Rachael.

But thinking about it, Leonard loved Rachael.

That woman was also cunning. Twice, she had ruined Lia's wedding. The first time, Rachael had claimed to be pregnant for Leonard but still went ahead to marry his brother.

How selfish!

Lia was calculative. What if Rachael returned with her baby? She was certain, Leonard would discard her like trash, and marry that slutty woman to prevail over her.

Never! Lia couldn't be stupid.

With determination, she nodded. Yes! She wanted that slt out of the picture. She wanted Rachael dead.

An unknown glint shone in Feather's eyes.

Good. She wanted Rachael dead, and gone too. Finally, there was a pawn ready to send Rachael to hell.

Slowly patting Lia's hair tenderly, Feathers assured her.

" Fine then! You do not have to dirty your hands, Lia. You cannot poison Rachael rashly. Have you forgotten? we are Elias' weapon! He turned us into snakes. We cannot poison a woman, he doesn't want to kill. " Pain hid in Feather's voice.

" Rachael is his best friend's wife! Do you think Elias would let you murder Jubilee's woman? Elias would kill you for breaking the rules! "

Lia slightly frowned. " But...

" We would have to find another way to get rid of our worst enemy! " Feathers began stroking Lia's hands. " I promise, I would help you make Rachael's life, a nightmare. "

" I swear on everything that I hold dearly that Rachael wouldn't live long enough to sn**ch away what belongs to you, Lia. "

" Leonard is your husband, and Jubilee would be mine soon enough. That woman doesn't belong anywhere close except the Dustbin! "

" Who does she think she is? She thinks she is smart but let her enjoy the romance while it last. We would teach her not to play with fire! "

Feather's delusion wasn't hidden. She traveled to the window side. Soon as she stood by the pave, Feathers saw a housefly lazily flying around. Squinting her eyes dangerously, she caught the fly, surprisingly throwing the same into her mouth.

Feathers squashed the insect like meat.

It was exactly the same way, she wanted to squash Rachael. Underneath her feet, like rotten tomatoes.

The battle line had been drawn, Feathers promised.

Between She, Lia and Rachael, If someone had to die, then it was certainly Rachael.

She would play a game, a very dangerous one where Jubilee's arms would be too hot for Rachael to remain as his wife.

Feathers promised to make Rachael's life a complete hell. If she couldn't have Jubilee, then no woman would.

Not even, Stupid, Miss Pregnant Rachael.

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Meanwhile, A certain big devil had his arms wrapped around his little woman's waist possessively. A bouquet of red roses, a bowl of ice cream messily scattered on the ground.

The night seemed colder. Even though, it was eerily quiet, the expression on Jubilee's face made it clear that whatever he had just said, he wasn't joking about it in the slightest.

" Belong to me, Rachael, and I swear, I would die the day I hurt you. "

In other words, Jubilee wanted her as his wife?

The confusion, Rachael felt didn't make her feel overly excited. She had always wanted to be loved by the man she loved.

Rachael was madly in love with the cold devil but he mercilessly rejected her. She had even done all she could to win his heart but had never expected him to suddenly want her.

Come on! He was even asking her to teach him to love her. To please him in bed? How could she?

It was just once she had S*x. She didn't know how to satisfy a man in bed.

Startled, Rachael shrank backwards, far from his grip on her waist. Gaze lifted, she kept staring at the man before her, wondering if he was perhaps possessed by a demon.

How could he reject then suddenly want her?

Or was he perhaps playing with her feelings?

Rachael felt hurt, and angry. The nerve of him playing with her when she could no longer see rightly because she loved him madly.

Tears threatened to fall from Rachael's eyes. Jubilee was truly evil.

Rather than be mocked, Rachael opted to silently walk away. But barely had she turned around did Jubilee chase her.

He didn't let her go.

Circling her waist possessively, Jubilee drew Rachael's lean body to him. She was pressed into him, his huge body wrapping her into a hug from behind.

His hands crawled shamelessly underneath the swell of her breasts, his head collapsing against her neck. Where he inhaled her sweet scent.

She smelt sweeter than Vanilla, he wanted to bite her till he was satisfied.

Jubilee finally realized what went on in his head. Why he suddenly wanted to love this woman. She was the only woman who kept him sane. The only woman who made his dead heart race.

He kept seeing this woman in his head.

The only reason why he had refused to become the next Godfather was because he wanted to protect his woman, and child from crime. He wasn't sure he loved her but he knew, deep down in his heart, there was a place for Rachael.

Fine then! If this little bunny could keep him from becoming the devil, he willingly accepted her as his woman in full. Both in name, and on his bed too.

Gliding downwards on his woman's waist, the devil settled his hands possessively on her belly. She was pregnant, a little swollen, round as a ball.

Chuckling slightly, Jubilee no longer resisted touching Rachael's pregnant belly. His wife wasn't the only one, he was accepting.

He wanted her unborn baby too. Even if it was the child of his own brother, whom he despised.

Poking her belly slightly, Jubilee felt how good it was. He hugged her warmly, his lips tickling her ears. Soon, he became so engrossed with rubbing her belly, Jubilee didn't even realize he had turn a certain little bun in Rachael's womb into his favorite toy.

Volts of electricity slammed against dear Rachael's ribcage. She felt what Jubilee did to her. They had never gone so intentionally close. Even her belly squirmed with butterflies from immense excitement.

Daddy was playing with baby.

The sensations, numbness, Rachael could not take anymore. Trying to escape what she thought would make a joke of herself, Rachael threatened to peel out of Jubilee's embrace.

At first try, she sn**ched his hands off her belly but Jubilee stubbornly returned it, coaxing her little body into his arms over again.

While her struggle to wriggle out of his embrace wasn't stealthy, Jubilee basked stubbornly in the Euphoria his woman's body provided till she cried,

" Jubilee, let go of me! "

" No, I won't! "

She sn**ched his hands off again. " I said Let go. "

" Why? " Jubilee wrapped her tighter, his lips crawling seductively against her ears. " You've always wanted me to love you. Now, that I'm willing to be the man in your bed, why should I let go of you? "

" The man in my bed? " A scoff eluded Rachael's lips. Slowly, she withdrew from him,and this time Jubilee let her fly.

Inches away, Rachael confronted him. Eyes filled with disbelief and folded arms underneath her breasts, she threw him a frown.

" Are you playing with me, Jubilee? " It was accusing. " I agree that I'm madly in love with you. " Each passing minute, her voice shattered with pain.

" I threw away my dignity begging you to love me but that doesn't allow you think of me as a toy, you could play with! "

A toy he could play with? Jubilee's pupils darkened. He rubbed his aching temples, and swore,

" I'm not playing with you! "

" Then tell me why now? " Pitching her voice higher than he did, Rachael demanded, " What do you want from me? You are certainly playing with my emotions! You do not love me! "

" I want to! "

It came sharply, Jubilee took a step forward, grasping her waist. He towered above her, thumb flocking her pain stricken cheeks.

He peered into her eyes, solemn, and sincere. " I want to love you, Rachael. " A slight ruffling of his hair, he desperately shrugged.

" Why? You might ask me. I do not know, Momma. I swear ever since you walked into my life, I do not know what I want anymore! "

He pulled her waist closer, sn**ching the tiniest of space between them. Whilst lowering his head, Jubilee finally his little wife clearly without hatred.

The woman he was slowly beginning to love.

Jubilee tiredly cussed, resenting that he couldn't look away. He was trapped in this woman's eyes.

Oh! How frustrating.

Rachael on the other hand was rendered speechless by the confusion, want and solemnity in his eyes. The devil no longer seemed cold.

He seemed to truly want her.

Nevertheless, it was tough to believe a cold man like Jubilee surprisingly had a change of heart in one night.

Somehow, everything had to be a certain kind of joke. He was messing with her.

But Jubilee wasn't. Once, he picked her hands, he was prepared to convince her that he didn't see her as a toy.

" Rachael, look at me. " With a slight grip, he lifted her chin. Those s*xy ocean eyes of hers made it harder to speak, and not kiss her.

Jubilee caged his horses, and continued.

" I am a madman, Rachael. A crazy man like me doesn't have a mind but somehow, you are there! "

He meant every word. " You are in my head, Rachael. I see you running through my brain. I swear on my life that I have never wanted to bed a woman the way, I want you! "

" Then, you are delusional, Jubilee! " Dear Rachael wasn't pleased that he only thought of her in bed.
She wasn't a god-damned w***e!

She exploded. " I'm not your f**kmate, Jubilee. I'm your wife! "

" And I'm your husband! "

" Then to hell with you. " Rachael ensured she had the last words. Exhausted, she even turned her back on him.

" A husband doesn't only s*x his wife all night long. " Angered, she began rasping in one breath.

" You are my husband, Jubilee. You get me flowers! You take me on a date, you massage me! You kiss me goodnight. I'm not a puppet. I would go naked, and climb your bed once you make me feel...

She let her words trail off.

The way he was looking at her...

His icy, penetrating gaze...

Rachael suddenly shut her mouth up. All these lessons, Jubilee took note of. She wanted to go on dates, and get massages too?

A sly smirk crept onto the devil's lips. He swayed his body immediately, and the temperature dropped.

Rachael's waist was captured. Pressing her into him, Jubilee tipped her head backwards. Without warning, he fell on her lips.

That kiss...

Rachael shuddered. He swept his tongue in sweetly, syncing against her lips till her legs wobbled.

And when he broke the kiss, he swept her off her feet.

" Jubilee, w-what are you doing? "

" Didn't little wife say she wants a massage? Fine then! Husband would give you a clean bath, and a massage with no clothes on! "

" Take your clothes off, Rachael Or should Husband help you do it? "

TBC.

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👹🍒A
PASSIONATE
NIGHT WITH THE BILLIONAIRE👹🌼🍒
{Kiss me, Little Lion🌼🌹🍒}

By Gift Anya 🥺
Rated 🔞🔞

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EPISODE 26: Another woman on the devil's bed.
A gentle, little lamb, and an extremely scary devil once lived adjacent to each other.

While the little lamb was coy, full of smiles, and sheepish, the icy devil had horns. He enjoyed living quietly in his garden, causing trouble, and brewing storms, hoping it would one day, blow away the little Lamb's roof.

The devil never liked the little lamb for once because she was audacious, and too primitive;a prey. But the little lamb always looked up to the devil's garden.

With an adorable, longing grin on her puffy cheeks, the little lamb would always cry, " Oh what big, sweet apples are in the devil's garden. When would I have some? "

For months, she craved the devil's big apples until she submerged into her inclines to steal one secretly.

One day, she snuck into the garden but sadly, got caught by an angry big monster with horns, fangs; Puffs and hoffs.

The devil maliciously screamed at his prey, the little lamb. " Finally, I caught you! I'm going to eat you! "

Rachael also shared the same fate.

She was caged by a man whose den she willingly walked into. One who suddenly broke his own rules, growing in one night, a heart he never had.

" Little wife, Perhaps, Husband has gone crazy. He keeps seeing no one else but you in his head. "

" You keep running through my mind, my thoughts, my soul, and body. It has always been you, Rachael. "

" This proud husband is throwing his pride, ego, and everything he is at your feet. I cannot breath without you, Rachael. So what if you send me to hell? "

" Husband would willingly dance in the flames as long as the taste of your kisses is the fire burning through his soul. "

" I, Jubilee would go extinct, far beyond the deepest hell if only you, my darling, " He outrightly picked her chin, leaning towards her frail, dumbfounded figure as he closely would.

" As long as you never abandon me, Rachael. "

Words coined out of his guts, he continued with a smile rippling through his darkest eyes. " I want no woman the way I want you. I'm your puppet, Rachael. Use me as you deem fit. "

A puppet?

The once speechless little wife finally had a reaction that wasn't much of what the devil wanted. She arched her head backwards, hands keeping his chest aback, lest he crumbled his big body against hers.

Instantly, she discovered she wasn't hallucinating.

He was truly confessing to her. But why?

The little lamb suddenly sickened. Her answer came. Once the devil shared her that incredulous mischief he obscured, he obliged her solemnly.

" Because the heart I've never had wants you to be fully mine. I'm tired of fighting you away so I've decided to learn to love, and please you. I do not see any harm in having my wife both in my heart, and on my bed. "

He gestured a manly hit against his chest, his grasp against her waist firm.

He claimed her like she was his. Her petiteness pressed against his broad masculinity;one way he was sure she could never escape him.

" Belong to me, Rachael, and I swear, I would lose my head, the day I make you cry. "

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The sweet scent of Sapphire never felt as useless as it did wafting through the nostrils of the least character in the De'Tiger's mansion.

It was Lia, Leonard's new bride. Most important to everyone, except the man whom she had just become his wife.

Proud heiress, magnanimous attention, tons of maids at her service, a warm, fragrant bath, yet no husband for Lia.

She lived like a window, barely a night after her wedding. Leonard jilted her. Abandoned her without a single care in the world. Of course, how could a prude, sophisticated princess like Lia take such humiliation?

She almost tumbled everything into ruins. Gone were the days where Lia enjoyed the luscious scent of flowery baths, now her patience was draining. Everything had spite for her.

Her beautiful face wrinkled in just one night from exhaustion. It seemed as though, everyone mocked her.

" Get out! "

For the umpteenth time, a maid was scorched by her rage, her irritation, so much every maid dreaded going in to relay the news that even after dozens of calls, Leonard had arrogantly disregarded everyone of them.

He wasn't interested in his wedding night.

To Leonard, Lia was a skinny charity case with bones, and hard edges. She wasn't lushly soft as his darling preggo.

How humiliating he found it bedding a skeleton of bones, like he classified his new wife, Lia. Against his wish, his father had generously chosen her as his wife.

Fine then! His father could do him the honours of ripping off Lia's sashayed clothing, and bedding his wife for a sham of a wedding night.

For Leonard, he abstained from going into his room. Soon after the not too chatty time with Malinda, he remained in the brewery, drowning himself in alcohol, despite the illegal times he got called in by his new wife.

So what if Lia was a tiara-ed princess?

Her own husband chose intimacy with liquor over her on their wedding night. How humiliating!

Lia's cries was vividly heard by everyone who had ears. Some pitied her. Some thought Leonard was incredibly hateful while the maids who held a grudge spurred excitedly at Lia's distasteful look after her ruined makeup.

Regardless, Lia cared less.

Once she discovered nothing rational could easily bring the man she loved into her room, she desperately acted like a spoilt princess.

The only backing she had was her wealthy, formidable background. Her father was a governor. One whom her father in-law, Pastroy couldn't dare to offend.

One call was enough to bring Leonard, whether it was pleasing or not, down to her knees.

Long thirty minutes went by with Lia crying reportedly to her father on the injustice she suffered. Truly, once the call went dead, her smugness was surprisingly regained.

Lia was assured, her father who spoilt her rotten all her life would never let her be humiliated.

She was certain within the spur of her fingers, Leonard would come begging. Head raised high, lips crooked into an expectant smile, Lia was surprisingly no longer aggressive.

Although she became arrogant, she obediently let the maids bath, and prepare her for Leonard's coming. Her husband was hers, flames or ice.

Indeed, it wasn't long before she won whatever gamble she played. Her nice scenting fragrant body was the first welcome present, Leonard received, once he stepped into his matrimonial room.

Yet, he found the scent completely nauseating. Although, he was heavily drunk, Leonard recognized the pest in his room. The stench of desperation, and shamelessness hovering all around her.

He blankly stood at the door, unwilling to grace his new wife, despite his Father's threats.

Leonard was certain, his father got to know about his refusal to bed his wife because Lia was a shameless tattletale who spilled it.

That old man wouldn't just die, and let him be? If it wasn't for his inheritance at stake, Leonard would have never stooped so low to consummate his marriage with Lia against his own will.

He was appalled.

How desperate was this woman to have him? Oh! He hated Daddy's girls the most.

Repulsively, Leonard scrutinized the woman lying lazily in wait in his room.

Regardless of the dimmed lights, his eagle like eyes saw her on his bed, yet he said nothing, did nothing but sway rockily, all thanks to the alcohol.

" Husband, you are here! "

Lia finally noticed Leonard, sourced by his reek of alcohol. Excitedly, she stood, shyly curling her lip like a teen in love. Her husband was finally here.

Unfortunately, the excitement in Lia's voice churned Leonard's belly. She sounded so fake, his ears bled.

Nevertheless, he only blindly kept staring incredulously at her until her hairs nervously stood.

Lia had little shame. She disregarded the danger in Leonard's eyes, running to him notwithstanding. Fearlessly, she was before him, tiptoing, with a wet smack against his lips.

Leonard was kissed.

That kiss...

Leonard's entire body froze. The feel of her plush lips rendered his whole senses numb, he subconsciously let go of the wine bottle, he held. It came tumbling to the ground, shattering loudly into million pieces.

Lia wasn't a virgin, neither was it her first kiss but she had loved Leonard for years.

Ever since, she saw him two years ago, she had sworn it was him, or no one else. She had even threatened to kill herself, forcing her father into sacrificing his biggest estate, procuring a marriage proposal with Pastroy, Leonard's father.

Now, he was hers. His heart needn't belong to her. Lia was satisfied alone wearing Leonard's ring.

That satisfaction made her throw her entire soul into that kiss. She buried her tongue into Leonard's, licking the alcohol off his lips while she open mouthed made him intoxicated.

Her fingers latched across his chest now dug into thick curls of his hair. Her back arched to match the intense sync against his lips.

Leonard wasn't an horrible person, Lia knew little about him. She didn't even care, and barely also expected Leonard reacting to her kiss since he clearly liked every woman, except her.

But surprisingly...

Suddenly, Leonard was the one taking control. His resistance was broken by her tenacity, and he swore he admired her kissing prowess.

Leonard figured out he despised Lia but his whole body reacted to her touch the way it never did for any woman. Not even Rachael.

Her lips tasted twice as sweet as the wine. Instantly, he forgot about his hatred, the moment he saw her. The woman he truly wanted on his bed for his wedding night.

Rachael.

Perhaps, because of the alcohol, Leo hallucinated. His tipsy eyes replaced Lia's pretty face with Rachael's Chubby one. In the dimmed night, he could no longer see Lia. He only saw Rachael instead.

Finally he felt comfortable, a grin on his lips.

His darling Rachael finally came to him. She was here in his arms, and no longer drifted, all in the deceit of his enemy who intended sn**ching her away.

Beneath his breath, Leonard grabbed a handful of Lia's hair in-between his big hand, and cussed, " Oh, my sweet darling Rachael! " It was grunted lowly but loud enough for Lia to figure out her place in Leonard's heart.

Amongst the dirty shafts.

The air in the room dropped a degree too low. Lia wasn't stupid. She knew Leonard's willingness to finally wrap his arms around her waist wasn't his consciousness. It wasn't her, he saw.

It was...

Rachael.

A certain feeling surged through Lia's veins, one of anger and jealousy. She bit her bottom lip so hard, the metallic taste of blood flew into her mouth. It was that woman again.

Why? Why was she always basking in that old maid's shadow?

Pain toppled the sweat trickling down Lia's cold body. Somehow, she had no interest being Rachael's camouflage yet Leonard wasn't letting her back down.

His lips were already eating her raw.

He claimed her fulyl. His hands cascading behind to grope her arse while he grounded her against his hard c**k.

He was stiff, and swollen. Ready to take her in his bed.

The lush curves of her sizeable breasts were pleasing to Leonard. He whimpered his heat against her lobes, tingled her whilst forcing her lips open again.

This time, the kiss was purely rough.

His wet tongue rendezvous all around her lips, tasting her just like she did.

Just once, Lia longed to be his. Even if she had to be shameless. Even if she had to be Rachael's shadow.

Lia no longer cared whom Leonard saw her as. Just one night, she would pretend to be Rachael.

She possessively wounded her hands around his neck, returning his knees crumbling kisses against her lips.

Her back arched;in between her legs dripping wet with want to have him deep inside her.

Leonard sniffed her juice. Aware, she couldn't wait to be eaten, he wasted no time. Swaying underneath her butt, he swept her off the ground easily.

Lia responded with a soft moan.
Her legs wrapped around his masculine waist, he led her to the bed, tossing her on the mattress roughly like a piece of paper.

Lia's head hit the edge of the bed yet the intensity didn't make her feel pain. She was as impatient as he was, to rid each other's clothes off.

Leonard multitasked. Whilst peeling away the lingerie she wore, he busily kept stealing every moan of hers into his mouth, biting her lips till she begged him to eat her raw.

A faint shade of red burnt Lia's cheeks soon as he snapped off her bra. The fabric flew to the ground, leaving her peach, tempting ni***es to devour.

" Oh, Rachael. " That pleased growl, it was her name again. Desire fueled in his eyes, Leonard looked at Lia's twin breasts like the most prettiest things.

He thumbed her ni***es, twirling them like pebbles with assuring whispers in her ears. " My darling Rachael, you are so beautiful. "

Lia's body stiffened. Once again, that guilt ate her deep. Leonard was drunk yet she was greedily taking the place of the woman in his heart.

If ever there was a lo******ng, Would Leonard hate her once the scales blinding his eyes dropped?

It was too late, Leonard had buried his whole being, his mouth against the hardness of her ni***es.

He graced his hot scorching tongue on one itching ni**le, multitasking his fingers on her thighs, in-between the innermost part of her woman. Where she was moist, and wet.

" Oh, Leonard! " Lia couldn't restrain a willful moan eluding her lips. Her panties were off, his fingers swept into her warm-house.

A satisfied grunt adorned Leonard's handsome face. His woman was as he loved. Clean shaven, pink, wet, and ready for him.

Greedily, he stroke in one finger. Then two, in and out.

Lia was overridden with desire, exploding with the inner pleasure he built in-between the scorching warmth of her va**na.

He settled her on the pillow, catching both of her hands against the plush fabric, in sense that he could stroke the woman underneath him, anywhere he pleased.

Her breasts, navel, in-between her bud trembled with his tongue, his fingers...

His hard, wanting c**k stroked in and out of her faster, until she was blown too hard to scream. Clothes bare, Lia cried, dug her manicured nails into Leonard's back while his pummelling into her va**na went Wilder.

An ambiguous fragrance of s*x corrupted the solemn ambiance, the candles swayed to. The bed creaked violently, in sync with the moans, the grunts, and skin slapping together, almost as if it could break.

The Euphoria Lia felt was too much to contain. Her teeth constricted, her eyeballs rolled, her body trembled, orgasming tiredly for the umpteenth time in one night.

Suddenly, the screams grew louder. It became too intense, Leonard once again caught Lia's sweet lips to submerge himself deeply into her.

He felt it, he was about to explode.

" Ah! Faster,rr! " Lia felt him expand. Obediently, she wounded her body to be filled, her legs spreading openly to fit him in, perspiration dripping down her skin.

Then, it came, and stopped.

Lia felt it hot between her legs. Him. A long groan escaped her lips once Leo collapsed tiredly beside her. His face expressionlessly sweet.

Satisfied, Leonard cussed, a tattooed arm underneath his head. His Rachael had gotten extremely good in bed.

She was no longer that shy rodent, he tricked into bed months ago. Curiosity ate him. Where had she learn to be mind-blowing in bed?

He swiftly turned to her.

Chest palpitating heavily, she had grasped the bedsheets tightly, trying fruitlessly to catch her breath. Leonard's ego swelled.

Without a single glance at her face, he possessively groped her breasts, his lips tickling her ears. The aftermath of lo******ng.

" I love you. " He crawled closer for a kiss. " I love you so much, Rachael. "

Lia wasn't the only one who stiffened, Leonard did too. The scales were off.

He finally saw whom he had slept with once Lia swayed her head to him, suffering injustice at her husband's love confession for another woman.

Wasn't it enough that he had moaned that woman's name while making love to her? Now, he boldly slapped the hurt against her face.

Lia's eyes watered. Salvaging her broken dignity, she clenched her fist, rolling off the bed with no consciousness to hide her perfectly curved naked body.

" Husband, you must be delusional. " She bent to pick up her torn panties, a whiff of that feminine arrogance airing around her.

Lia casually glanced at Leonard over a shoulder. " You slept with me, Lia. I'm not Rachael. "

Dread, confusion, all played on Leonard's expression. He turned perplexedly mute, trying to figure out everything at one go. Yet, he found it extremely preposterous at the end. His intelligence felt played on.

This was certainly Lia but how?

He had seen Rachael in his room earlier, hadn't he?

He had made love to her. Then where was his darling Rachael? His expression suddenly turned murderous. If only looks could kill, Lia would have died a million times from the harsh gaze, Leonard shot through her back.

Disregarding the evidence he had willingly bedded Lia with no coercion, Leonard was certain, his mad new wife had hidden his sweetheart, seduced, and forced him into her bed.

What a w***e!

Anger suddenly charged up Leonard. Immediately, he went berserk, thundering out of the bed like a mad man.

Lia also noticed he was angry, yet she prudently ignored his rage, scarcely putting on her clothes until his finger suddenly grasped hers.

Leonard twirled her around for forcefully. The heat dropped. Both were naked but too angry to see beyond breasts, and tanned Chest. Leonard's fingers went underneath Lia's jaw, lifting it ferociously, almost breaking her in two.

She was an enemy in his eyes.

" What are you doing here? " Leonard demanded, his insight spiteful. " Where is my Rachael? How dare you seduce me? "

Too bad, Lia wasn't as cowardly. She sneered, yanking off his fingers boldly. " Don't you have no shame? The nerves of you to look me in the eyes, and demand that godforsaken woman! You slept with me, do you regret it? "

Was that sarcasm, Leonard heard? He was pi**ed!

Vengefully, he grasped her hair roughly, almost peeling every strand of her scalp." Keep my woman's name off your mouth, you slut! " Leonard warned. " You are no match for my Rachael! You are a shameless charity case who forces a man to love you! "

Leonard let go, and Lia went crumbling onto the ground. Yet, he showed no pity.

" You disgust me! The sight of you make me sick! I love only one woman, and I would never love you. "

That did it. Leonard stomped out, too angry to keep wait. Lia loathed him but despised Rachael more. She was the one who ruined her life.

Lia became so livid, she slowly began suffocating. Surprisingly, soon as she began fighting for breath, something big crawled up to her.

It was a snake.

While it crawled around her, Lia grasped the snake's head, stretched out her tongue, sucking away the Python's venom.

She intentionally let it go.

" Go bite that Woman to death! "

The only hindrance was Feathers. She stepped on the snake, killing it.

" Have you gone mad, Lia? "

" Yes. I despise Rachael. I want her dead. "

TBC.