My Husband Is The Devil Himself

t night. As she had been roughly cast onto the bed, a wa

t re

r was rich and resonant, striking

eyes wide as she surveyed the chaotic spread of

had unknowingly sha

. Knight have been friends since chil

for a flee

stions piercing the air like arrows, cameras flash

broke as she desperately swatted at the air, trying to

ed her like vultu

t, with so many marks of affection visible, did yo

inquiries, Elin's resolve crumbled, and w

ent and unobserved, a

ched, cold demeanor. His eyes, piercing and intense, fixed on Dean as he stepped o

. be ge

ars. He brushed his fingertips together, savoring the phant

ily, was the president of the formidable Infinity

sed tone filled the car. "Dig

stood,

n Secret Rendezvous Behind Husband's Back" and "Scandal: Elin K

ith Elin's moments of vulnerability laid ba

ly's crown, saw its stocks tumble, teetering

d home with the assista

messages, rendering her phone a constant, unusable buzz. In desperation, she bo

reachable, ignoring e

kin fervently. Despite her efforts, the lingering scent of the

ld departure, a wave of desolation overwhe

ngs taken s

when the phone perched on the shelf suddenly

tely!" Dean's voice was terse and

e had spent most of the eveni

s from her closet, and dabbed on makeup while speeding towards the courthouse, t

he air with Dean. The thought

kly found Dean. He stood there like a statue in

in sight-a clear sign De

s brimming with unshed tears. "I received a text last night claiming you were at the Orchid Hotel wit

eline of his whereabouts from the previous night, his stare as cold as ste

i, her legs trembled, threatening to buckle

berately deceive