She's not mine | 𝔍𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔞

Chapter 50

Lisa

I smile to myself as I stare at Dispatch's headline. Normally, the mere name of this damn gossip paper pisses me off. Their headlines are always overly sensational and irritating, but today they've done a great job.

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Jennie and Lisa Manoban's wedding rings reportedly cost MILLIONS

Looks like nothing is impossible for the top 1%. Lisa and Jennie's rings were reportedly handcrafted by elusive master goldsmith Richard Laurier. Our sources tell us that the couple's rings were inspired by the famous model's drawings. Laurier's designs are highly coveted and rare, reserved mostly for royalty. We have it on good authority that many celebrities have been shunned by the goldsmith, but it appears an exception was made for the Manobans.

Recent photos of Jennie's ring reveal that it's at least fifteen carats. Based on our estimates, her ring is worth a cool 25 million. Meanwhile, her media mogul wife appears to be wearing a ring with a stunning ruby on the center - no doubt a tribute to her wife's second name 'Ruby'. A bold move for a couple that is so secretive about their relationship, yet it's perfectly in line with what we'd expect of the Manobans.

In the coming days, we hope to give you more news about the couple that continues to evade our cameras with surprising ease. Stay tuned, and remember, you read it here first!

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I smirk at the cute photo of Jennie and me, my arm around her shoulder as we walk out of her office building. Irene is crazy if she thinks she can get away with hurting Jennie the way she did. I've been patient and quiet, in part out of respect for our past and her relationship to Jennie, and in part because of the guilt I feel every time Jennie makes my heart race. But it ends here. There's a lot I'm willing to overlook, but tears in my wife's eyes aren't one of those things.

Irene always desperately wanted her rings to be designed by Laurier, but I've always steadfastly refused. I'm not even sure why. Perhaps it's because my grandmother always insisted that he was only to be contacted for intricate heirloom pieces. I have no idea, yet I didn't even think twice when Jennie so much as insinuated that she didn't like her ring. I know this'll hurt Irene, but I'm done catering to her. I'm done keeping the peace.

Jennie doesn't know it, but I've tightly controlled the press surrounding us. Every hint of a rumor about Irene and me has been suppressed before it ever saw the light, but I'll need to be more careful. It's harder to control information on the internet. I can do it just fine in newspapers and magazines, but the internet moves too fast to completely bury stories.

Irene isn't used to not getting her way, and I think she's finally starting to realize that she and I are truly over. She won't take well to Jennie and I being happy together. That wasn't part of her plans, after all. It'd be so easy to destroy her career and remove her from our lives, but I know Jennie would never let that happen. She's always loved Irene in a way Irene never deserved. I can't risk fueling Jennie's guilt.

Thankfully, my words gave Jennie the reassurance she needed in our relationship, but I suspect her sadness stems from the knowledge that things will never be the same again between Irene and her. For as long as I've known her, Jennie has made excuses for her sister. I think she's finally starting to see that this time, the only way to make her sister happy is by sacrificing her own happiness.

I paste on my best innocent smile as I walk into the house, welcomed by the sound of Jennie's sweet voice singing a rendition of some pop song I don't know. She hasn't been herself since her argument with Irene, but she seems better today. I have no doubt she seen the Dispatch's article, since I made sure that it's trending everywhere.

I pause in the doorway to the kitchen and take her in. She's wearing a long cream-colored nightgown today, and fuck, she looks far too enticing in it.

It's odd, because I've seen her walk down the catwalk in nothing but underwear, yet this is so much sexier. Outside of work, she's always been dressed so professionally that it feels strangely enticing to see this side of her... this part that only belongs to me. No one but me gets to see my wife like this, her hair in a bun, no makeup on her beautiful face, and her body on display for me.

"Hey baby," I murmur as I walk up to her. She smiles at me and lifts her face for a quick kiss. "What are you making?" I ask, looking over her shoulder.

She turns, and her body brushes against mine. I should take a step back, but I love having her so near me. I love seeing the way her eyes widen ever so slightly, the way her gaze drops to my lips for a second before she looks away.

"I'm baking some bread. I'm making enough for both of us."

I smirk at her and wrap my hand around her waist, startling her. "Are you putting me on a diet, wife? Aren't you satisfied with my abs?"

She smiles at me, her eyes roaming over my body for a moment. "I'm not sure. How about you take off that shirt and show me?"

I smile as my hands move to my shirt. "You don't think I will?"

"Do you dare to? I'm constantly surrounded by sexy male models. Can you compete with them?"

My lips fall open and I narrow my eyes at my wife as I unbutton my shirt leaving me with sports bra. "You tell me, Jen."

My shirt falls open, and the way her eyes are glued to my chest brings me a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Can I compete?"

She lifts a hand to my chest and lets her fingers trail down my body, taking in every curve of my abs. A sharp burst of desire rushes straight to my cock at her touch, and I inhale deeply in an effort to calm myself. The way she looks in that nightgown... fucking incredible.

"Yeah," she says, her voice breathy. "You'll do."

I grin as I lift her on top of the kitchen counter and spread her legs so I can stand between them. "I'll do, huh? That doesn't sound so convincing. How about I show you the rest of my body, too?"

"I think that sounds like a great idea. It'll allow me to truly assess your body and all, you know?"

A soft chuckle escapes my lips as she wraps her fingers around the lapels of my suit jacket. She looks into my eyes as she pushes it off my shoulder.

"Lisa," she whispers. "Did you mean it? When you told me you loved me... did you mean it?"

I smile at her despite the aching of my heart. I wish I could reach inside my heart and show her that it's filled with nothing but her.

"Every single word, Jennie. Maybe it's too soon, too quick. Or maybe... maybe we've been in the making for years, but neither of us had the courage to admit it to ourselves. I barely dare say the words, but it's true. I'm in love with you, Jennie Manoban. Hell, if I'm truly honest with myself, I fell for you long before you said I do."

She looks at me with wide eyes, a sweet blush slowly coloring her cheeks pink. "Lisa," she murmurs. "I love you."

Fuck. A rush of emotions I've never felt before nearly brings me to my knees. I'll never get enough of hearing her say that. I roughly thread my hand through her hair and pull her closer, my lips finding hers with a new type of urgency. I've never so badly wanted to own someone, mark her as mine.

"I'm fucking obsessed with you," I murmur against her lips. "Every fucking piece of you." She groans and wraps her legs around my hips, her body flush against mine. "And I, baby, love everything you are, right down to your beautiful soul. I love you, Jennie."

She pulls away to look at me. The look in her eyes tells me she doesn't believe me, but that's okay. I'll spend the rest of our lives proving it to her.

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