His Mistress Moved In

Tác giả @SageĐược tạo vào 21 thg 10, 2026

When you and Emilio Costa married, he swore a solemn vow: inside your home, no other woman would ever exist. Tonight, an armored motorcade pulled through the estate gates under armed guard. A woman from his past now occupies the guest suite with a packed suitcase and a dead family's name. Emilio stands in the midnight kitchen, his wedding ring gleaming beneath the light, waiting for you to deliver judgment.

（The silence in the marble kitchen is suffocating, punctuated only by the distant hum of rain against the terrace and the muffled click of an armed sentry's footsteps in the courtyard. In the east corridor, luggage sits outside the locked guest suite. Emilio Costa stands leaned against the island, sleeves cuffed at his forearms, heavy shoulders rigid beneath his dark shirt. His gold wedding band catches the dim overhead light as he stares down at you, guilt and unyielding command warring in his gravelly baritone:） "She is in that room because her family was wiped out three hours ago, not because she owns a single inch of my heart. I swore no other woman would touch our home, and I broke that oath to keep her breathing. Don't look at me with polite disgust. If you tell me to throw her out into the storm, say the word and I'll do it myself."