Love from My Dominant Boss

It was 10 p.m. at Dewberry Garden.

I opened the door and stepped into the house. When I flicked on the lights, the illumination from the crystal lights in the guest room reflected my silhouette on the French windows.

This house would be my marital home tomorrow. My fiancé, Justin Xenakis, was a department manager. Not only was he handsome, but he was also exceedingly attentive to me. Thus, I felt really blessed to be marrying a man who loved me so much.

According to tradition, we weren’t supposed to stay together the night before the wedding. Therefore, Justin was spending the night in our new house while I was staying over with my best friend, Natalie Xavier.

Before going to bed, I ran a check to ensure that I had everything needed tomorrow, only to realize that I had forgotten the wedding veil.

In order to give Justin a surprise, I returned to our new house discreetly without calling him beforehand.

At the thought that I’d be living happily ever after with him from tomorrow onward, my lips curved into a blissful smile.

changed into a pair of slippers. Just when I reached the living room,

was slightly ajar,

started blazing within me. My legs felt as though they were made of lead,

of the bedroom, the cries of ecstasy from

creaked open with a slight push

heels were scattered haphazardly, and a myriad of feminine items littered the floor. Such a scene had my thoughts inevitably

shifted my eyes to the bed. But at that single glance, it instantly felt as though a knife pierced my heart, the pain so excruciating that I

best friend-cum-roommate for four years during university was currently in bed with my

the door, her eyes glinted with provocation, and her moans became even

even breathing felt painful to me. Oh God, there

the blink of an eye, rage and humiliation assailed me. I clenched my hands tightly in a bid to suppress

she continued caressing him all over with long and