My One In A Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 185

Lyanna’s lovely face was contorted into a twisted mask of jealousy. “I’ve been in love with him since we were kids. I promised myself I would become Mrs. Nolan when I grew up. If even that cheap b*tch Hera can smile and flirt with him, how dare he not even look at me?”

“I can’t stand this insult, Damian. There’s only one family with the name Berry in Lake City, and they might as well be trailer trash. Do you really think the Nolan family can accept a girl from that type of family as a daughter-in-law?”

Damian swallowed nervously. “But didn’t we hear that Lucas was married? There’s already a Mrs. Nolan.”

Lyanna chuckled coldly. Judging by what she knew of Lucas, hell would freeze over first before he ever got married.

“If he were really married, I’m sure we would at least see his wife at one point. That incident where he rescued people on a plane? I’ll bet it’s another underhanded trick to promote South Star Airlines. Just look at their stock prices—it’s been going up continuously over the past few days!”

“Lyanna, I know you’re the smarter one and that you’ve always been more proud of yourself than I am, but I’m worried for you.” Damian heaved a sigh.

Lyanna glanced at him impassively. “I told you, stay out of my business.”

Damian’s lips moved like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he could only nod. “If you say so… “

…

the Whitland Villa, two intertwined bodies grappled back and forth on the large

with musk, sweat and

and the woman’s breathy whimpers echoed through the room in time with each other, rising and falling to compose a

waist tightly as he worshiped her, the passion in

trembling head back, Ashlyn clung desperately to her last shred of resistance, unwilling to let herself fall

it was not a choice. Everything was working against her, stripping her resistance away and silencing any

to send Ashlyn over the edge. He embraced

her mind, Ashlyn could

never heard anyone call her since

was comforting to hear

of the night, fueled by Lucas’s insatiable appetite. Finally, with every last drop of her energy spent, Ashlyn eventually

well, the Spirogyra in her body settled down as well. As Ashlyn slept, unbeknownst to her, the sated Spirogyra glowed faintly as

she was luminous. Her finely arched brows were furrowed slightly,

not resist grazing his hand across her smooth cheek, pinching it mischievously as

but did not stir. She must have been

desires. Lucas could not help the stupid grin that spread across his face. With his thirst slaked,

Lucas could feel every cell inside his body hum with calm contentment. But without Ashlyn, he would always inevitably

a long exhale. He still could not get to the bottom of his tangled thoughts,