My Man (18+) ✔️

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The next day, Inessa woke up with a sense of defiance burning in her chest. She couldn't continue living under Vincent's control, and she knew that she needed to take drastic measures to break free. As she dressed for the day, she made up her mind to steal Vincent's credit card and spend as much money as she could, knowing that it would be a slap in the face to his power and control.

After Vincent had left for the day, Inessa sneaked into his study, where she knew he kept his credit card. With shaking hands, she located the card and slipped it into her purse. She then proceeded to spend the day shopping, visiting the most expensive boutiques and restaurants she could find.

As the day wore on, Inessa's guilt started to gnaw at her. She knew that stealing Vincent's credit card was a reckless and dangerous move, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. She was determined to show Vincent that she wouldn't be controlled by him any longer.

Meanwhile, Vincent had received a call from the bank, informing him that someone had been spending an exorbitant amount of money on his credit card. He had calmly told them not to worry and that it was just his wife, knowing exactly what Inessa was up to.

Later that evening, Inessa returned to the mansion, expecting to face Vincent's wrath. But to her surprise, he greeted her with a smirk on his face.

"How much did you spend, Inessa?" Vincent asked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Inessa hesitated before answering. "Almost half a million," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vincent chuckled. "Is that all? You've underspent, Inessa. Next time, spend more."

Inessa was startled by Vincent's reaction, not expecting him to be so nonchalant about the situation. "Why aren't you angry?" she asked, confusion evident in her voice.

Vincent stepped closer to her, his voice low and dangerous. "Because, Inessa, you're my wife. And my money is your money. You can spend as much as you want."

Inessa was taken aback by Vincent's words, not knowing how to react. She had expected him to punish her for her reckless behavior, but instead, he was encouraging her to spend even more.

Vincent's words were a reminder that he still held all the power in their relationship. Inessa was still trapped under his control, even as she struggled to break free.

But for now, she would continue to play his game, biding her time until she could find a way out.

-

As Inessa admired the tiny baby clothes she had bought, imagining how adorable their son, Matteo, would look in them, Vincent's eyes followed her every move. He couldn't resist teasing her, knowing just how stubborn she could be.

"You know, Inessa, I think baby Matteo would look even better in a suit," Vincent said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Inessa laughed and shook her head. "Oh, Vincent, you're impossible! I would never let our baby wear a suit. He's just a little boy."

But before Inessa could protest any further, Vincent had swiftly changed Matteo's outfit, replacing the cute onesie with a miniature suit. Inessa's eyes widened as she took in the sight of her son, dressed so impeccably despite his young age. She couldn't help but admit that he did look undeniably adorable.

Vincent smirked with pride, savoring the small victory. "See, Inessa? He looks absolutely dashing. You can't deny it."

Inessa crossed her arms, a playful glare on her face. "I will never forgive you for this, Vincent," she said, her tone filled with feigned indignation.

Vincent let out a mock sigh. "Oh, Inessa, you can't resist me. Admit it, deep down, you find it charming."

Inessa playfully stuck out her tongue. "Never!" she retorted, though a glimmer of amusement danced in her eyes.

They stood there for a moment, locked in a playful exchange, their love and banter filling the room. Inessa couldn't deny the bond that had formed between them, despite their tumultuous relationship. And as she looked at Vincent, his proud smirk and the way he adored their son, she couldn't help but wonder if forgiveness was indeed possible.

Vincent's smirk softened into a genuine smile as he approached Inessa, his arms encircling her. "You know, Inessa, maybe someday you'll forgive me," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of playfulness and sincerity.

Inessa leaned into his embrace, her resistance fading. "Maybe," she replied, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. Though she wasn't quite ready to forgive him fully, she couldn't deny the love they shared, especially when she looked at the little boy in his miniature suit, a testament to their complicated but undeniable bond.

And as they stood there, enveloped in the warmth of their family, Inessa couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them, hoping that their love could overcome the challenges that lay ahead.

-

Inessa and Vincent were seated at the large dining table in their mansion, surrounded by their closest friends and family. Elijah, Vincent's younger brother, was sitting next to Mira, his twin sister, while Treyvon and Zariah were sitting across from them. Baby Matteo was in his high chair, enjoying his mashed peas and carrots.

The group was chatting and laughing, enjoying the delicious food and each other's company. Inessa was happy to see Treyvon and Zariah, who she hadn't seen in a while due to her pregnancy and the arrival of Baby Matteo.

As they were about to dig into dessert, Elijah made a tasteless joke that fell flat. The room went silent, and everyone looked at him with disapproving expressions.

Inessa felt her heart sink as she realized that Baby Matteo was the only one who found it funny. She looked at her son and saw him giggling uncontrollably, his little face scrunched up in delight. It was the first time he had laughed since he was born, and it was a beautiful sound that melted Inessa's heart.

She felt a lump form in her throat as she tried to hold back tears, overwhelmed with emotion. Vincent noticed the change in her demeanor and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay?" he whispered to her.

Inessa looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. "He laughed, Vincent. He laughed for the first time," she said, her voice choked with emotion.

Vincent's expression softened as he looked at his wife and then at his son. He could see the tears in her eyes and the joy on Matteo's face, and he felt a swell of pride and love for his family.

"He's a happy baby," Vincent said, his voice filled with pride. "He takes after his mother."

Inessa smiled through her tears, grateful for Vincent's support and encouragement. The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter and conversation, with Baby Matteo's contagious laughter filling the room and lifting everyone's spirits. It was a moment Inessa would never forget, a reminder of the joy and love that their family shared.