CHAPTER 15

“Are you attempting to curse me? Even if you dare, he's mine, and he'll never be able to be with you in public. You will die and be resurrected as a mistress!” Gwen was enraged, and it was a good thing there were only the two of them in the room because she would have lost her cool.
“Would you like to place a wager with me?” Clara asked, a cunning smile on her face.
“How much do you want to bet?”
“I'm curious where the young master is going to spend the night!”
Gwen couldn't have been unaware of Clara's remark after hearing it. Did she intend to turn herself into a clown on her wedding night?
“You……..’
“Everyone is waiting for you to come out, let's go,” Clara said as she walked out of the room, completely ignoring Gwen. Gwen became enraged and stomped her phone on the ground.
It took her two minutes to calm down before she joined the rest of the guests in the reception hall.
She knew how to act as a professional actress, and she was not about to admit defeat in front of that sly mistress. She was going to keep Nolan in her bed one way or another.
She smiled as she received more congratulations from her peers, family members, and others. Life was going so well for her that she didn't notice Clara slipping away from the reception.
Clara's departure was reported to Nolan, who felt guilty and heartbroken. She'd been with him for a long time, and yet she had to witness him giving himself to someone else. Clara was a strong woman who had never complained or thrown a tantrum, but he knew she was hurt this time and needed to be coaxed. He didn't want to lose his heart's love, a partner, and an ally to some conceited kid.
Gwen nudged him, causing him to return to reality. He returned his attention to the conversations, smiling politely at her. The guests began to depart for their homes, and the married couple retired to the villa where Nolan had been staying.
Nolan had purchased another villa two years prior and had Clara live there because that villa was intended to be his primary residence rather than this one.
He wanted to give Clara the best, which is why he forced her to live in that villa. Nolan spent his time at that villa before Gwen arrived at Clegend, rather than the one he had brought Gwen to as their matrimonial home.
He knew tonight was the night to consummate and be with Gwen, but having intimate relations while Clara was angry was not something Nolan would do. They were both aware that this arrangement was devoid of love, which was why he was going to sacrifice Gwen this night.
Gwen had no idea what Nolan was thinking; all she could think about was seducing her husband and keeping him in bed. Nolan had given her the master bedroom while they were both freshening up, and she took her time preparing herself so that she could entice the man to her.
She waited for him for a few minutes after she finished, and when she didn't see him, she became concerned. She bolted from the bedroom and dashed into the study. She was stopped on her way there by the butler, who kindly informed her that the study was off-limits.
“Where is my husband?” she asked calmly, but the old butler detected anxiety in her tone.
“Young Master has something to attend to; he didn't want to disturb you, but he said he will return once everything is settled,” the butler replied, leaving the brooding young madam alone.
He had been alive for a long time. How could he have missed the fact that the young master had abandoned his wife for his childhood sweetheart? Everyone on the staff understood how much Clara meant to the young master and having this conceited woman as their lady was very frustrating.
How could she put on a show in front of him? The butler returned to his duties, unconcerned about what Gwen was going through.
Gwen's joints had lost power. She simply went back to her master bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She began to laugh uncontrollably. Clara was certainly very good, as she had snatched her husband on her wedding night without doing much.
She wanted to make her suffer because if she had the guts to humiliate her like this, she would repay the favor one day.
Gwen entered the bathroom, cleaned herself, and changed into a comfortable nightgown. She began to plan how she would deal with Clara, and she knew that dealing with her tight now would only arouse suspicion, so she decided to wait. Ten years was enough time for vengeance for a gentleman.
Gwen cried herself to sleep on the bed by herself. She'd never been in a relationship before. He'd never kissed her, hugged her, or done anything else to her. She thought he respected her at first, but she soon realized that her husband was only willing to touch Clara.
Gwen, on the other hand, was very sure of herself. She was stunning, and she was certain that if she played her cards correctly, she would have him soon. Weren't the men all the same?
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Two bodies were intertwined inside a large room, and the only sounds heard were moans and groans between the two, who were very harmonious. When the man had had enough, he called out the woman's name and shot his load deep inside the woman's channel.
Clara smiled and kissed the man hungrily, as if she had been starved for a long time, feeling his seeds fill her womb.
Nolan kissed the corner of her lips and said, "I guess you've forgiven me now."
“Of course, I can forgive you because you agreed to my request,” Clara replied with a smile.