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Wife’s Bitter Revenge Against Neglectful CEO Husband

Teela married King Heavenly because she loved him, but life in the Heavenly household was anything but euphoric. Lettie, her hard-as-nails mother-in-law, treats her like an unpaid servant. The family treats her like an outsider. King treats her like a shadow, transparent and forgettable. When Lettie presses Teela to prove her value to the family or get out, Teela has a decision to make. But she’s not leaving without a fight. King Heavenly rules Heavenly Industries with an iron fist, but he leaves his home life to his mother to manage, and that includes the management of his boring little wife. Teela has never complained. She’s never done anything interesting, for that matter. She’s just one more responsibility in a long line of responsibilities that King shoulders on a daily basis, and that is exactly how he treats her — as a responsibility that he’s delegated to his mother. Suddenly Teela steps out of the shadows and into a fight with him and his whole family, and King is baffled by the ruthless actions of his now daring wife. He’d always heard that vengeance is a dish best served cold, but Teela is coming in hot!

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132 Chs

Runaway Teela

I tried not to stare—really, I did. But the hint of flowers and vines at Alec's neck continued down his perfectly formed pecs and over a sculpted stomach. Between the colors and intriguing patterns and the phenomenal body, it was almost impossible to redirect my gaze when I wanted to explore every inch of bare skin until I memorized it, analyzed it, and was able to recall it all in minute detail by memory.

It was only when the lower half of Alec's face cleared the shirt that I was able to look away.

"I'll step out and let you change in private."

"You don't have to. I like your eyes on my body. I'd hoped you would have seen all of me and me you last night before I messed things up."

My throat went dry. I had no business letting my thoughts stray in that direction. No. I was slowing things down, and nothing was happening at the church regardless.

"I'll be right outside. Call me when you're done. We'll talk."