Julian’s Stand-In Wife

The wall felt like ice.

When Fanny's hot skin pressed against it, she shivered.

Instinctively, she tightened her hold on the man in front of her.

The place where she grabbed him hurt, and Oliver hesitated for a brief moment.

His grip on her tightened.

Numerous red marks appeared on their fair skin.

Neither of them paid any attention to it.

They just stared at each other, as if trying to engrave the other into their eyes.

However, there was no love in their actions.

Only anger and hatred.

He pressed Fanny hard against the wall, fiercely biting her as if he was trying to devour her whole.

At first, she resisted.

Then, she slowly gave in.

Only a pair of lifeless eyes stared at him, like a puppet.

“Oliver.” He didn't listen, nor did he consider her current emotions.

"You brought this upon yourself." His voice was hoarse and deep, and she used to love

like a sword piercing in and out of

was

miscarried not long

still treat her like

really didn't

felt like a

hands were like nails, nailing her hands to

window, the moon

cold light penetrated the embroidered curtains, casting numerous fragmented pieces on the ground, much

to be pieced back

considered stopping, but was repeatedly provoked

at me," he

her face, his eyes carrying a hint

her head, and continued looking at

became more ruthless,

in Fanny’s eyes grew

spreading wildfire, it burned away Oliver's

he breathed heavily, leaning on

covered his nose, but he didn't

wanted to indulge in this night, even

as long as they were

he would

seemed to be trembling, and the words he was about to

want to lose you." It wasn't just about wanting her to have