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… “

…

Whitland Villa, two intertwined bodies grappled back and

was heavy with musk, sweat

low groans and the woman’s breathy whimpers echoed through the room in

as he worshiped her, the passion in

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

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

the sound alone was almost enough to send Ashlyn over the

the pleasant haze in her mind, Ashlyn could vaguely see Lucas’s face

heard

to

most of the night, fueled by Lucas’s insatiable appetite. Finally, with every last

slept, unbeknownst to her, the sated Spirogyra glowed faintly as it lay docilely within

arched brows were furrowed slightly, lending her a regal look as if something in her dreams made

not resist grazing his hand across her smooth cheek, pinching it mischievously as the urge occurred to

through her nose but did not stir. She must have been truly

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

body hum with calm contentment. But without Ashlyn,

He still could not get to the bottom of his tangled