Mr. Billioneire Wife
Stimulant drugs? (Revision)

"Call the cook who cooks today!" shouts Damian reign. One of the servants immediately got up from the place. Run towards the kitchen.

“I'm the chef who cooked this dish, sir!” an old old man came with his head bowed. Fearful. His trembling body also let out cold sweat. His lips paled, looking slightly moved. Chanting prayers.

"Feel what you make doesn't suit your young lady's taste. Dam, drag him down. Cut his hand and fire him!" it was ironic to hear the punishment Damian gave. Grace clenched her hand. Fearful.

Damian's decision made everyone shocked. Suddenly, the chef sat down while holding together both palms. Begging forgiveness. "Please forgive me, sir! I will never repeat my mistakes again!"

Don't stop begging and repeat the apology. However, Damian cared about his hearing. Glanced at Adam, telling him to act immediately.

Adam sighed briefly, before finally raising his hand, telling his two subordinates to move on.

"Wait on! I'll eat, don't take him away. I beg you, I'll eat whatever you ask!" grace panicked herself, feeling guilty.

Damian smiled triumphantly, telling Adam to let go of the chef. "Go and continue your work!" damian's orders are cold.

Grace swallowed her food with great difficulty. Damian's gaze was so intimidating that it made him very, very uncomfortable.

Uhuk! uhuk! uhuk! eventually Grace chokes from eating too fast. Grace grabbed a glass of orange juice and gulped it down until the toilet was not left.

Damian smiled smirk, who would have thought that the juice Grace drank just now had been mixed with stimulants. Well, Damian's trying to get Grace pregnant. With a child among them, Damian believes Grace is gradually accepting her presence.

Not long after...

Grace repeatedly shook her hand to make the wind. But it seemed to have no effect in the least, the heat in his body increasingly spread. Her passion peaked, Grace wanted to have sex.

His woman throbbed as if asking to be satisfied. Grace looked at Damian with interest, then jumped up and sat on Damian's lap.

Grace bit her own lips, teasing Damian who was staring at her flatly. Damian was grateful that his plan went well.

"Darling! touch me, put out the fire that burned my body!" whispered the sensual Grace.moving her body to the right and to the left. Trying to flirt.

“You want what, baby girl?” seductive Damian, pretending not to listen.

“Touch me! I want to fuck you. Hot...hot...” draped his hand around Damian's neck, then scooped up the man's sexy lips.

“You asked Grace, don't cry and regret it later! “ Damian said, then carried Grace into the room.

You're finished tonight!

...🦋🦋🦋🦋...

The sun rises from the east, shining on the world with its bright light. The birds sound loud. Marking the morning has arrived.

Grace opened her eyes slowly, her latitude interrupted by the sunlight. Grace removed the heavy, veined hand from her queen's belly. Just as Grace stood up, her legs suddenly weakened. Bruk! Grace fell down.

"Ah..sick!" reflex squealing when feeling cramps on **** *************. Holding onto the table beside the bed, Grace stood up and walked in limped steps.

A cold chill swept through her body, making Grace aware that there was not a single thread attached to her curves. We had sex, how could I, I don't want to!

Sorry, it's too late. Everything has happened, Grace can only lament now. With the pain in mind, Grace went into the bathroom.

You want to be angry but this is Damian's right. Agree or not, the fact Grace is Damian's legal wife. Given Damian tightened security.

Grace sat down under the shower letting the rushing water flutter her body. Grace drowned her face between the knees.

A faint sobbing sounded, Grace weeping over the bad luck that befell her. His love was now his honor was taken away.

Free association is not taboo in the West. However, with great difficulty Grace maintained her honor and intended to surrender to her beloved husband.

Gently Grace rubbed the reddish marks that filled her body. Seeing her body filled with red marks made Grace feel disgusted, feeling failed to become a woman.

Especially after remembering he was the one who teased Damian more and more, the more he felt inferior. "I hate myself!"

...🦋🦋🦋🦋...

An hour under the shower, Grace finally decided to end her shower. Grace wears a thin, knee-length dress and ties her hair loosely.

His eyes glistened sadly as he watched the birds fly freely. Grace wants to be one of them. Live freely according to your wishes.

Now Grace feels like a prisoner treated like a queen. Being a conglomerate wife is good luck. But if that freedom is a payoff, I'm sorry Grace can't.

Freedom is very important to Grace. With that freedom, Grace can explore the world, find her purpose in life, and achieve all her dreams.

Impossible for now, Grace is locked in Damian's gold cage. And the owner of the cage will not let go.

That's all Grace can do now. In the future, think about it later. The most important thing is to obey all of Damian's wishes and gain trust. And that trust will benefit Grace later.

...🦋🦋🦋🦋...

Meanwhile, Damian was smiling to himself since this morning. The shadow of last night kept spinning in his head. Damian was happy to be the first to touch Grace.

What Grace now deserves to be called her woman. Not only the woman but Grace is also hers, and that can't be bothered. Just waiting for the good news now.

Damian wishes Grace was pregnant. Perhaps, the presence of a child can mend their relationship. And Grace began to accept her presence. Damian also consulted a private doctor.

Dr. Lucas, his personal physician and close friend. Although Lucas was not an obstetrician, the poor man had little insight into pregnancy. At least Damian can still ask for Lucas' opinion in carrying out his plan.

"Sir! mr. Peter wants to see you!" tell. His voice is a little loud and firm, hoping that the boss is aware and attentive to office work.

"My cousin? okay.remind me later. Now leave! let me enjoy my break!" throw Damian out without a stale base. It doesn't matter if Adam is offended and holds a grudge.

Hearing Damian throw him away, Adam threw a cynical look. Before finally bending over and setting his feet out of Damian's room.

...🦋🦋🦋🦋...

Grace was still comfortably seated on the balcony of the room. Take a look down there. Red roses, her favorite flower. Grace sparkled to see the expanse of the garden filled with various kinds of flowers.

Ranging from tulips, lily, roses, all kinds of flowers are almost available in the expanse. Interested, Grace went downstairs. Want to visit the area.

However, his steps came to a halt right at the doorway. When two heavy hands stopped him.

"Sorry miss, Mr. Wilson forbade you from leaving the mansion!"

Looks like Damian's gone crazy. Grace won't run away with this much security. Grace is not that stupid, for now Grace just wants to visit the expanse.

"Don't worry, I won't run away. I just want to sit in that chair!" sahut Grace while pointing white stainless bench.

“Sorry miss, this is Mr Wilson's order and I can't deny it.”

God damn this motherfucker!

"Ellie! make me some orange juice. This hellish hot spring set my body ablaze." cried Grace annoyed. Intentionally harden the sound so that everyone hears the innuendo.

Grace went back upstairs and turned on the television. Why the channel is nothing interesting, boring. I want to go out.

Drt..drt.

What a sound it is, I remember Grace did not bring a cell phone when she came here. I don't know where the Handphone is now.

Drt. drtts.

Again the vibration of the phone makes Grace aghast. Disturbed by that voice. Grace decided to find the phone.

Under the pillow a flat object with an apple logo on the bite Grace found.

Grace grabbed her phone. Seeing Damian's name made him crackle lazily, then threw the phone on the bed. The focus is on Siran tv. It's better than serving that obscure guy.

TB

warning!?

this story is just fiction that the author created in accordance with the author's imagination so please do not take it seriously. 🙏