64- Her husband and her Ex-lover

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TW: EXPLICIT S*X SCENES, 18+ CONTENT

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It was dark.

His head throbbed.

Voices broke through the haze.

"Oh God- is he dead?" A woman's voice.

"Well, he was bleeding a lot..." a man said.

"NO WAY!? I didn't even hit him that hard! Did I actually kill someone!?"

"Good riddance, if you ask me."

Through blurred vision, he caught the silhouettes of two people.

"Ughh..." he groaned weakly.

The red-haired woman snapped her head toward him.

"Did you hear that?"

"Huh?"

"Quick, pass me the glass of water!"

*SPLASH*

Cold water struck his face, dragging him back into the room where it all began.

Blue eyes flicked open, and he found Rosetta and Christopher looming over him.

"Thank goodness! He's alive!" Rosetta gasped in relief.

"That sucks," Christopher muttered.

Arron groaned again. The wound on his head screamed in pain as he instinctively tried to touch it- only to realize he couldn't move.

His wrists and ankles were bound to the chair.

"What is the meaning of this?" he rasped.

"Nothing much. You wouldn't behave, so we had to tie you up," Christopher said, his voice low.

Arron let out a bitter chuckle. "Tie me up in my own room-after I saw my wife's hands on you? The Crown Prince certainly has... exquisite manners."

Christopher's eyes narrowed. "I don't want to hear about manners from you. I heard everything. Tell me-did you really fuck a slave man in the same bed you share with her? And you dare call her your wife?"

"And what if I did?" Arron sneered. "Would you like to join us?"

Christopher lunged forward, but Rosetta caught his arm.

"Hey... don't let him provoke you
I'll handle this. Go sit down."

"But Rosie-this son of a-"

"Don't make me repeat myself." Her tone cracked like a whip.

Grinding his teeth, Christopher backed down and dropped onto the bed.

Rosetta looked at Arron with her green eyes, then drew a chair close. She dragged the chair and placed it in front of him. Sitting down across from Arron, she looked at him with a blank smile.

"So," she said softly. "Will you promise to keep your mouth shut about what you saw tonight?"

"And what's in it for me, Duchess?" His smirk never faltered.

"One hundred thousand gold."

He burst into mocking laughter.

"Five hundred thousand" she snapped, her voice louder now.

"Really?" he drawled, amused.

"Yes."

"Well, I'll have to think about it~"

"I don't have time for that. Decide now."

"And if I refuse?"

"Why would you? You take the money, and shut your bitch ass up. Seems very simple to me."

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