The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Steven even prepared himself for the worst-case scenario.

He would not turn his back on Amelia, even if she was no longer a virgin. He made up his mind that Amelia was the only woman for him. Regardless of what happened, Amelia was perfect and pure to him.

Bella cussed as regret washed over her. "That animal! Had I known of his intentions toward Amelia, I would've left him dead on the surgical table."

"I assigned my men to apprehend Charles' associates covertly."

Justin sprung to action. "Charles is limp. He can't do this on his own. I'm sure his minions would know what is going on."

A light flickered in a flash.

No one saw how Asher drew his dagger.

His gaze was chilling. "My blade hasn't seen blood in a long time. Charles is asking for it. Who am I to deny Charles' punishment?"

Charles carried Amelia, who was not in the right state of mind, into a guest room.

She was thrown into bed, her mind muddled. She wriggled restlessly and panted with difficulty.

was a delicious

lips as his eyes ravished her.

"Fuck! What the hell?"

quickly realized a horrible problem. He could not get it

try as he may, he could not get an

to keep it up for extended periods of time. However, he could not even take the right form to begin the rigorous exercise. How was he supposed to live up to his reputation? Amelia would regain consciousness once the drug effect

believed she must

had to nail Amelia. This was his only

with Amelia was no longer an option, Charles simply

voluptuous. Even so, Charles could not get it

really want to fuck

from the back. Nearly wetting his pants, Charles slipped

"Who's there?"

"Your worst nightmare."

figures barged

the bed with grimacing eyes and grabbed Charles by the hair to drag him from under the

Ow! It hurts! Let go, bastard!" Charles cried out