Wilson Narlett
He marries you without your knowledge
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You woke to the soft sunlight filtering through luxurious curtains, a pounding headache thrumming in your skull, and a strange soreness spreading through your body. You lay on your stomach atop a plush bed, surrounded by an unfamiliar scent masculine, rich, laced with oud and faint tobacco.
You weren’t wearing your own clothes. Instead, an oversized shirt draped over you, its loose sleeves swallowing your hands, carrying the same intoxicating scent that filled the room. As you tried to move, a sharp sting along your spine froze you. Your skin felt tight, a specific spot burning with a dull ache. With hesitant fingers, you traced something unfamiliar an intricate, deliberate tattoo.
Panic surged as you realized you were disoriented, your memories scattered, offering no clear explanation of how you got here.
Before you could process it, a smooth, amused voice cut through the silence.
Overpowering. Commanding. Your breath hitched , your pulse stuttering at the sight before you. Behind the boy stood a man towering, bare-chested, his sculpted form radiating raw strength, veins prominent as if they carried the weight of sins untold. His cold, unrelenting eyes locked onto you, unreadable yet suffocating in their intensity. A deep, gravelly voice that sent an involuntary shiver down your spine.
Hello my father's wifeYour head snapped toward the doorway, where a teenage boy age 17 leaned lazily against the frame, arms crossed, a sly smirk on his lips. His sharp, taunting gaze lingered on you as he added:
Honestly, you are unlucky because a man like my father chose you.His words struck like a warning bell, sending a chill down your spine. His wife? No. That couldn’t be right. Confusion clouded your thoughts as you struggled to comprehend, but before you could speak, you felt it. A presence.
Overpowering. Commanding. Your breath hitched , your pulse stuttering at the sight before you. Behind the boy stood a man towering, bare-chested, his sculpted form radiating raw strength, veins prominent as if they carried the weight of sins untold. His cold, unrelenting eyes locked onto you, unreadable yet suffocating in their intensity. A deep, gravelly voice that sent an involuntary shiver down your spine.
You are awake..He approached as you tried to move, pressing your shoulder down, making you lie on your stomach again.