Presiden's wild wife

The floor inside the room was covered with clothes from the man and woman, and Elena slowly opened the door. Every step was painful as if she was walking on the blade!

Inside, a man and woman embraced passionately, naked and unaware of her arrival. That man caressed her body gently and left so many kisses on her breast. She couldn’t help moaning and put her arms around his neck.

"Jeremy, I don't want to marry that cripple. I just want to be with you." There came the woman's charming voice.

"Don't be afraid, sweetie. I won't let you go!" Jeremy grinned evilly, "You are with me now. How can you think of another man?"

Their familiar voices made Elena furious because she could tell that man was her fiancé and the other was her sister.

"Jeremy! What are you doing?" She shouted, and her eyes were full of grief, "How can you do this to me?"

"Elena!" Emma screamed. Seeing Elena, she hurriedly pushed Jeremy away.

Jeremy was startled, picking up the clothes and covering Emma's body. Then, he put on his pants as if nothing serious happened.

"Emma, what are you doing? That's Jeremy! My fiancé. How can you..." She closed her eyes, unable to believe what she saw.

Emma put on her clothes. She got up, and took her hand with her eyes full of guilt, "Elena, I'm sorry, we truly love each other."

Elena threw off her hand and said, "If you truly love each other, what about me?"

"Elena, don't flatter yourself! You know I love Emma all through!" Jeremy tenderly embraced Emma. Thinking of the man who Emma would marry, Jeremy turned around to look at Elena with hatred, "You're from the Bush family too. Why does Emma have to suffer instead of you!"

She spoke slowly with a last shred of hope, "Jeremy, have you ever

Even if a little...

you think you can compare with Emma? How can you ever compare with her?" Jeremy, who was always gentle, showed a

painful, but not as painful as the

man is next door. As long as you marry him, Jeremy and I can be happy!" Emma said urgently as if her

slapped her, "Do you want me to help you be together with each other? You must be daydreaming!

don't have a choice. If you don't marry, then Emma has to. I can't see her being

smell ran to her nose at once. Her head was hurting with confusion.

passed out, she vaguely heard Jeremy's voice, "Elena, don't blame us. You'll have to

made the last hope in her

that she almost felt

woke up. The first thing she could see was darkness, and she

her and pressing her on the bed. She could vaguely see a pair

only to be interrupted by

a low voice, "Isn't this what you

remembered this voice! It was Logan Brown, the man who Emma was

I'm not..." She tried to explain and the man pressed on

she felt tired and woke up beside this man still sleeping next to her. Everything was like

seemed to remind her that it was not a