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Slept. No longer suspicious of Diego, he chose not to interfere in his father's business; after all, his father was probably feeling lonely after the death of his mother.

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On the other hand, Raymon cursed after seeing Diego's bedroom door closed. Eight years ago, Raymon should have strangled Diego's neck while he was in a coma so that the entire Maxwell fortune could go to Raymon Anderson.

"Damn it! Why did I have to save him?" Raymon came down the stairs that led directly to the living room of the Maxwell family's mansion.

Raymon was the step-cousin of Diego's father, who had died when Diego was five years old. The accident had killed both of Diego's parents, and only Raymon was there to pick Diego up from the hospital.

I don't know what was going through Raymon's mind at the time. He shouldn't have come to visit the Maxwell family, who had always ostracized him just because he wasn't from the Maxwell bloodline. Even his stepfather, Edward Maxwell, didn't care about him. After the birth of Edgar Maxwell, who is the only child as the successor to the Maxwell throne, Raymon was also eliminated; he was only taken as a child, feeling unjust until hatred flowed in his blood. Until it made him hate all of Maxwell's descendants, including the last person in this family, Diego Maxwell.

However, Raymon could not kill Diego during an accident with his parents. Raymon knew that Edgar's throne had descended to his only son Diego, and Raymon's stepfather was also alive at that time. Since then, until this moment, Raymon could not get married because he did not have time to date because he was crazy about Maxwell's treasure.

"Honey." Sarah approached her, who was sitting at one of the dining tables.

"Sarah! Stop calling me that." I said and pushed away Sarah's hand that was touching and rubbing my arm impudently.

"Until when are you going to keep being cold to me like this, Raymon? I've had it with you only being nice when you need my body."

Raymon looked into Sarah's eyes, looking teary, but this was already something Raymon had to do. He didn't want all the things he had planned to be discovered, especially since Raymon's last name was no longer Anderson but Maxwell, automatically he had automatically become Diego's father. And only Ryan, his son with Sarah, still used the name Anderson behind him.

"Didn't I tell you the reason? Then why are you asking again?" Raymon turned his eyes in another direction. He didn't want to be weak just because he saw the woman he loved crying.

Unfortunately, Raymon couldn't do anything about it because he was in love with the maid in this house; this scandal had been going on for a very long time. Raymon always played it neatly, as if nothing had happened between them for the past 30 years.

"Well, forget it." Sarah wiped her tears. There was no point in putting too much hope in Raymon even though she would only be Raymon's mistress.

His feet slowly made their way into the magnificent house. There was no maid's welcome for Diego because Diego himself wanted to be treated casually because he didn't want to be seen as royalty while his father was still above him.

Even though the entire Maxwell fortune was under his wing. Diego's eyes saw the body of the maid who had worked in his house for decades come out of his father's room in a sexy outfit. Diego immediately hid his body behind the wall.

"How could she be there?" I hid my body even more when the maid's footsteps came down the stairs in an outfit that I didn't think was appropriate for a maid. Even though she was the senior maid here.

"What's going on? What do I not know about this house?" Diego looked suspiciously at his father and the maid he had just seen come out. There could be something between his father and the head maid in this house.

He walked up the stairs as if nothing had happened. When he reached the top two steps, his eyes met with those of his father, who had just come out of the same room. Diego's suspicion was correct, and he was sure there was something between his father and the head maid.

Diego, are you home yet, son?"

"Ahhh yes, Dad. I just went to the doctor for a quick check-up, and then I went for a short walk." I only replied with a faint smile, but my eyes caught something strange, like a reddish spot on my father's neck.

"How did your checkup go? Is there any progress?" Raymon pulled up the neck collar of his shirt and smoothed it to cover the marks that that bitch Sarah might have left on his body.

"Nothing. Everything is as usual; nothing has changed at all. Why didn't Daddy go to the office today? Isn't it still early?" Diego pretended to ask this because he wanted to know how Raymon, his father, would react.

"No son. Daddy's not feeling well today, so he came home early." Raymon felt the back of his neck as he was nervous about getting questions from Diego, who was his cousin's son.

"Ah well, Daddy Diego will have to rest too." Diego quickly ended the conversation before it got any more awkward.

Diego's footsteps walked forward to the room at the end, which was the main room where Diego slept. No longer suspicious of Diego, he chose not to interfere in his father's business; after all, his father was probably feeling lonely after the death of his mother.

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On the other hand, Raymon cursed after seeing Diego's bedroom door closed. Eight years ago, Raymon should have strangled Diego's neck while he was in a coma so that the entire Maxwell fortune could go to Raymon Anderson.

"Damn it! Why did I have to save him?" Raymon came down the stairs that led directly to the living room of the Maxwell family's mansion.

Raymon was the step-cousin of Diego's father, who had died when Diego was five years old. The accident had killed both of Diego's parents, and only Raymon was there to pick Diego up from the hospital.

I don't know what was going through Raymon's mind at the time. He shouldn't have come to visit the Maxwell family, who had always ostracized him just because he wasn't from the Maxwell bloodline. Even his stepfather, Edward Maxwell, didn't care about him. After the birth of Edgar Maxwell, who is the only child as the successor to the Maxwell throne, Raymon was also eliminated; he was only

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"I'm going back home. Why are you still at the office?" Marsella was still at the Torserba store, which was in an area quite close to her apartment.

"Still, will you wait for me for a while?"

"Should we eat at the apartment? I'll cook a meal for both of us." Marsella didn't want to make her boyfriend Ryan feel the fatigue of having to eat out while the drive from Ryan's office to her house was quite a chore.

"Isn't that a problem, dear? I'm sorry everything is canceled."

No, honey, no need to apologize; the most important thing is that our time together is still there; I don't care wherever it is as long as it's with you." Marsella doesn't know why she loves Ryan so much. Ryan's attitude was far from Marsella's expectations; Ryan was not romantic. Ryan also came to see her only once or twice a week, but how could their relationship reach this sixth year?

"Well, I'll see you at home, dear." Marsella smiled when she heard a kiss from the other side; just the words alone were enough to make her blush.

"Take care, dear." Marsella disconnects the phone with a smile, which still doesn't leave her lips. She can't wait for Ryan to come to her apartment and do something romantic. It was a good idea to hurry back home and prepare a meal for their dinner tonight. Marsella chooses to stop a taxi instead of walking, no matter how strange the taxi driver is when she asks to stop later.

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Marsella arranges the food on the dining table in her apartment. Her lips were smiling as her eyes twinkled at the assortment of food she had prepared for tonight's meal with her brother.

"I have to shower before Ryan comes."

Marsella's small feet stepped into her room, ran a little into the bathroom, and removed all the clothes that were attached to her body. Standing under the shower, she soaked her hands, gently rubbing the surface of her body with the strawberry-scented liquid soap. Ryan said that he liked the smell of Marsella's body, and of course, ever since Ryan said that, Marsella always takes care of herself and looks clean and presentable when she meets her boyfriend, Ryan.

Suddenly, a hand touched her waist. To Marsella's surprise, she immediately calmed down when a soft voice she recognized made her smile slightly.

"I'm coming, baby..." Ryan whispered in Marsella's ear as his hand slowly made its way to touch the twin objects on Marsella's body. Ryan's hands gently squeezed and twisted Aelora's welcoming little peaks.

"Aaarghhh!!! Ryan." Marsella rested both hands on the bathroom wall, her legs feeling weak as Ryan's kisses now traveled along her neck.

"You like it, don't you?" Ryan turned Marsella's body to face him. Ryan's hand found the shower faucet and turned it off.

Ryan's body is also half-naked. Now he is looking into the eyes of his lover, Marsella, who is so beautiful when she is wet. Ryan's hands slowly tucked Marsella's hair behind her ears and held her with both hands. Ryan immediately grabbed Marsella's lips and crushed them greedily. His hands don't stay still as they creep along Marsella's thighs and spread Marsella's legs. Lifting both of Marsella's thighs and holding both of Marsella's buttocks in balance. Ryan's footsteps walk out of the bathroom, still with the kiss on.

His feet stepped onto the bed and laid Marsella's body down slowly. Ryan moved away from Marsella's body, his eyes looking at Marsella, who was currently also confused and looking at him. Ryan was just thinking about something and didn't know if Marsella would support his decision or not.

"Ryan." Marsella moved and changed her position to sitting. She grabbed Ryan's hand, who realized the plan he had just thought of.

"Are you okay?"

Marsella stood up, reached the surface of his face, and rubbed it. Would Ryan be a bad man if he used Marsella as a weapon to gain power?

"No...I'm fine." Ryan looked into Marsella's eyes and nuzzled the top of her head. It was possible that Marsella felt confused by his attitude now.

"Then what's wrong?" Marsella placed her hand on Ryan's chest and rubbed it gently.

Marsella's naughty hands are now on Ryan's sensitive spot and rubbing it slowly. Although Ryan is currently still wearing his pants, which are already half wet,

Marsella slowly opens Ryan's stomach and quickly removes all the cloth that is still under his body. Until Ryan is now just like him and is not hindered by anything anymore, Marsella's hands push Ryan's body to sit on the bed.

"Can we continue what was delayed just now?" Marsella looked into Ryan's eyes with her hand gently stroking Ryan's hair, which was starting to lengthen.

Ryan smiled with a smirk. He liked Marsella's naughty behavior like this without Ryan asking Marsella to kneel at his feet and give Ryan satisfaction that Ryan would not get from anywhere but from Marsella's mouth, which was so skilled in pampering him.

"Aarghhh!!! Damn, Marsella." Ryan's hand grabbed Marsella's hair to make it easier for Marsella, who was still busy satisfying his desire with her mouth.

Ryan pulled Marsella to stop doing that because Ryan didn't like having to let go of Marsella's mouth. Ryan drops Marsella's body on the bed; it's time he tells Marsella that he can also make her scream her name loudly.

Ryan pecked Marsella's lips before his kisses, now moving and traveling from the neck to stop at one of Marsella's areola peaks. And replacing it immediately with his mouth, Ryan liked everything on Marsella's body, one of which was this.

"Ahhhhh Ryannn." Marsella grabbed Ryan's hair, who seemed to be busy satisfying her.

Marsella seems to get even crazier when the hands are fiddling. Ryan has now opened Marsella's legs and is playing with his fingers, teasing Marsella, who is almost frustrated by Ryan's hand play, which keeps pulling in and out with a brutal rhythm. Marsella never expected Ryan to treat her gently because, during these 6 years with Ryan, Marsella could only realize Ryan was not that kind of man in the past 3 years, precisely when she gave her body to the man who had spent a long time with her.

Ryan detached himself from Marsella and removed the harness that he always used when having sex with her. I don't know why Ryan wasn't ready for something bad to happen between the two of them. Ryan wasn't ready for that.

After all, Marsella also agreed with him three years ago that she was not ready to have children, of course. They both still want to enjoy their courtship as it is today. Ryan looked at Marsella's face, who seemed to close her eyes with her breath still in her throat.

Ryan's hand rubbed the surface of Marsella's cheeks from her eyes, nose, and lips, which looked swollen because of his actions.

"Should we just go to sleep?" Ryan whispered in Marsella's ear; he felt sorry to have to make Marsella wake up just to enjoy their delayed dinner.

Ryan saw Marsella shake her head and slowly open her eyes to look into his. Ryan liked the look in Marsella's eyes; he didn't know why he didn't have any love for her other than just needing her in his life. Ryan has also played behind Marsella's back several times, but her place of return is still Marsella. For Ryan, right now, Marsella just has to stay by his side for matters of love or not, and Ryan doesn't think too much about it.

"I don't want to sleep. Let's eat together. I've prepared everything, and you want to ruin it?" Marsella smiled at him. Ryan again accepted the kiss that Marsella gave him on the lips before, finally, the woman broke away and stood with her naked body, with many signs of Ryan's ownership there.

"Close your eyes, baby!" Marsella threw a pillow that fell on the floor and made Ryan laugh, but he still did his will.

Marsella took Ryan's shirt and put it on. The scent of Ryan's body was much more intoxicating to Marsella, who had always liked him. Marsella patted her hair, which was half wet and getting messy because she didn't have time to comb it. Is this how the most beautiful woman who is going to dinner looks? Marsella didn't care about that.

"You're wearing my shirt again?" Ryan approached Marsella. Ryan had also put on his slacks, of which he always kept one or more in his girlfriend's apartment.

"Why, what's wrong?" Marsella looked at her reflection in the mirror, where Ryan was also behind her with his arms around her stomach.

"Nothing. I like it that you're wearing my shirt." Ryan slipped his hand inside the shirt Marsella was wearing and fingered Marsella's sensitive spot.

"Are you a maniac? Stop, let's have dinner." Marsella brushed off Ryan's hand before touching him further.

Ryan just chuckled at Marsella, who walked first and left him still inside Marsella's room. Ryan's eyes looked sharply at the reflection of the glass in front of him. He hated having to pretend to be kind to someone who was not of his blood.

"Marsella I'm sorry, but we have to work together to be happy." Ryan had already thought about this. That he would make Marsella his brother's wife and seize all of Diego's assets and put them in Marsella's name was already known to Ryan. Sooner or later, Diego would die.

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"Honey, did you prepare all these dishes?" Ryan came out of the room and saw Marsella setting the table with candles that had been lit.

"Hmm... I prepared everything myself, but it looks like the food has cooled down. Want to wait for me to reheat it?" Marsella wanted to take the soup bowl to the microwave to heat it, but Ryan's hand stopped her.

"No need, dear, I'm already hungry. Let's just eat." Ryan looked at Marsella's cooking with sparkling eyes. To be honest, Marsella was a woman who had many advantages that made Ryan admire her.

"Bon appetit, baby." Marsella smiled and began to enjoy her meal in silence because she and Ryan both disliked noise when eating together. For dessert, Marsella served pancakes, and she put ice cream on top.

"Is there something bothering you?" Marsella increasingly thought Ryan had a problem, and this made her even more curious about it.

"Marsella, do you love me?" Ryan looked into Marsella's eyes; it was time for him to say the plan he had laid out.

"Of course I love you. Why do you look hesitant?"

"Will you do one thing for me? I promise we'll get married after all that stuff is done."

"Do what?" Marsella felt a little happy the first time Ryan said marriage, which made her believe that this time Ryan meant it.

"Marry my sister."

One word made Marsella speechless; she didn't know what Ryan meant. Why she had to marry her brother, which Marsella didn't know at all.