Marry Me Again, Ex-Wife
Chapter-1 (18+)
The room was cloaked in darkness, with only the silvery glow of full moon filtering through the window.
A man lay on the bed, his breath uneven. A low groan escape his mouth as he shifted uncomfortably, heat radiating from his skin.
The door creaked open, allowing a silver of light from corridor. A silhouette stand at the threshold.
The soft voice laced with nervousness and hesitation wavered in the silence. She stepped inside cautiously. As the door closed behind her, her eyes scanned the dark room.
She reached out to the switch, but before she could take any step a presence loomed behind her. Before she could turn she was pressed against the wall, face first.
A gasped against her mouth. Strong fingers wrapped around her hands, pinning them above her hand while his other hand reached out and squeeze her throat.
Someone
"Who sent you here?"
His deep voice, low and edged with suspicion, his hot breath warm against her ear.
She shattered, her pulse hammering.
He inhaled deeply, his grip tightening against her throat, her sweet fragrance restraining him from self control.
His hand on her throat trailed upward, his fingers brushing her lips and parting them before thrusting two finger inside her mouth.
She sucked in a sharp breath at the intrusion, the taste of his skin lingering on her tongue. Her body stiffened, yet heat coiled in the pit of her stomach, an unfamiliar sensation creeping up her spine.
She muffled the sound of protest, her body pressed between cold wall and the heat of his.
His lips brushed against the crook of her neck, his breath hot and unsteady. Then, without warning, he pressed his mouth against her skin, sucking lightly at first, then with a growing hunger that sent tingles down her body.
His other hand releasing her wrist, only to reach downwards, trancing her curves, before settling on her bossom giving them a light squeeze.
Removing his hand from her mouth, he swiftly turned her around, their breaths mingling in the dimly lit room. Her wide, slightly dazed eyes met his as he cupped her jaw, tilting her face up to his.
Someone
"Be a good girl and help me."
Before she could respond, his lips crashed onto hers, capturing them in a deep, fervent kiss.
The heat of his mouth, the intoxicating taste of him—it sent a shiver through her spine. Her thoughts were hazy, the effects of alcohol making it difficult to process what was happening. Yet, instinctively, she responded, her lips parting to welcome him, her fingers clutching at his shirt.
A low groan rumbled from his throat as he traced his hands down her back, finding the zipper of her dress. With practiced ease, he pulled it down, the fabric slipping from her shoulders and pooling silently at her feet. He broke the kiss, his gaze drinking her in.
The soft glow of the moon cast shadows over her delicate features—her flushed cheeks, her slightly swollen lips, the way her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. In the dim light, he couldn’t quite distinguish the color of her eyes, but they held an unmistakable heat, a quiet, unspoken desire that made something primal snap within him.
His restraint wavered. Without hesitation, he pulled her back into another kiss, more urgent this time, more consuming. His hands traced over her bare skin, feeling the warmth beneath his fingertips.
As the kiss deepened, he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms winding around his neck for support.
Their bodies pressed together, heat radiating between them. His fingers found the clasp of her bra, unhooking it in one swift motion. He laid her down on the bed, his lips trailing from her mouth to her jaw, then lower—to the delicate curve of her collarbone.
With a deliberate slowness he slide her bra from her shoulders, baring her completely to his gaze.
His mouth attacked her, licking and sucking on one bossóm while, squeezing and pinching other, giving an unimaginable pleasure to her.
She moaned and arched her back for more. He bite on her ñípple hard before sucking it, earning a gasp from her.
His other hand slide downwards, reaching inside her pànty, he found her already wet. His fingers drawing circles around her clít, teasing her, before thrústing two fingers inside her.
She cried out, whimpering against him while reaching her hand down.
She said trying to remove his hand, but he didn't, reaching towards her lips, he pulled her in a fierce kiss while slipping his finger out. With a rip, he teared her pànty, throwing it somewhere in the room he slowly moved down.
Settling himself in between her legs, he showered her thighs with sloppy wet kisses before reaching her fold.
He give a long lick to her fold, his dark eyes founding hers, she tries to back away but he held her firmly, gripping her hips.
His thumb draw circle around her clít, as he thrust a finger inside her.
She shuddered with an unknown sensation as his finger do magic inside her.
She moaned as he found her g-spot, adding another finger inside he hit the spot while rubbing her clít, giving her pleasure. Her eyes rolled, head pressed against sheet as she feel unknown pressure building.
With a shallow breath, she came on his fingers.
While she was catching her breath, he got up from bed, removed his clothes and settled between her legs again, nakéd.
Jerking his hàrd on in his hand, he pressed it against her entrance.
With just a one hard thrust he entered her fully. Both of them cried out. Her in pain while him in pleasure.
Someone
"fuck, you are so tight."
He groaned as he pulled out and thrúst again fully.
Someone
"Ah...it hurts..."
She whine and wince against him, tears forming in her eyes.
He stilled her, placing his hand firmly around her hips and reached down and pulling her in a passionate kiss.
He moved his tongue hungrily inside her, tasting every inch of her mouth again and again, while thrusting slowly.
He moved to her breast, sucking and squeezing them.
Soon, the pain was replaced with immense pleasure. She wrapped her legs tighter around him. He picks up his pace and drop his head to suck on her neck.
Someone
"Fúck, you're squeezing me so tight."
A familiar pressure builds inside her, ratcheting up with each stoke. He changed the angle of his hips and thrust harder, and it feels even better, more intense.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and then her orgasm came crashing through her.
He growls as she flutter around him.
He didn't let her breath as he flipped her over and entered from behind.
He thrúst, going fast and deep and hard making her writhe until her orgasm explode again through her body. She fell off the edge into the abyss, her body spasming with harsh waves of pleasure.
His body grows taut, every muscle prominent and hard. His cock jerks and he pulled out spilling his hot semén on her ass and back with a guttural groan.
She collapsed onto the bed, her body spent, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she buried her face into the pillow, exhaustion quickly settling in.
But he was far from tired.
Lying beside her, his fingers traced lazy patterns along her bare back, his touch light yet possessive. His darkened gaze lingered on her flushed skin, the delicate tremble in her limbs, the way her lips remained slightly parted, as if still savoring his kiss.
The night was still long for him.
Leaning in, he brushed a lingering kiss against her shoulder, his voice a low murmur against her skin.
Someone
"I'm not done with you yet."
A soft whimper left her lips as his hands roamed again, rekindling the embers of desire that had barely settled.
She turned her head slightly, meeting his intense gaze, and in that moment, she knew he wasn't letting her go just yet.
Chapter 2
The man was fast asleep his narrow and sharp eyes half closed.
Cecilia Raymond struggled to get up from the bed. Her back curved to a graceful arc, visible and hidden under her long hair.
She was just about to pick up her clothes from the floor when a cold voice came from behind her.
Jeremy Salvatore
"How much money do you want?"
There was no emotion in his voice. The passion and lust from last nights drunkenness had faded.
Cecilia paused in the act of grabbing her clothes. The funny thing was she had been married to this man for thee years, and yet he had no idea who she was.
Three years ago, she saved Holden Salvatore's life. At that time, her father's company was facing financial difficulties. Holden offered to let her marry his grandson, Jeremy, and invested three hundred million into her family's business.
Jeremy was nowhere to be seen throughout the whole process. It wasn't until after they had registered the marriage that she found out he had gone abroad.
For three years, she had been Mrs. Salvatore in name only, and the laughingstock of town. She never expected that the first meeting would be in bed.
Cecilia Raymond
"I don't need money."
She put on her clothes. Her head was a mess because of the Hangover, feel like it was about to explode.
Jeremy Salvatore
"If you don't want money, are you planning to stick to me?"
Jeremy chuckled lightly. His eyes looked sharp and scrutinized her without reserve.
Her face was small and smooth, her figure was proportioned, and her eyes clear. She was beautiful women, but that was it. Just another woman who had taken the initiative to throw herself at him. Only this time she succeed.
Jeremy Salvatore
(withdrew his gaze) "I give you what you deserve, but if you imagine anything else, I Suggest you get it out of your head right now."
Although he was drunk last night, given his character, he wouldn't lose control over a woman. It must have been something in the drink she gave him.
By then, Cecilia was already dressed. Last night many respectable and prominent people had attended the Salvatore family's banquet. Everyone wanted to meet the man who was about to take over the family business.
Cecilia arrived late, and although Holden was not in the country at the time, he had specifically instructed her to attend the banquet.
She just wanted to make an appearance and leave, but her father stopped her and handed her two glasses of wine.
He suggested she have a face to face conversation with Jeremy, since he was back.
But then that happened....
Cecilia was well aware of Jeremy's resistance to the marriage. So how could she make him believe that what happened last night was not her doing?
A hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes. After a two-second silence, she opened her mouth to speak.
Cecilia Raymond
"Actually...."
The cell phone on the bedside table started to vibrate. Jeremy glanced at it.
It was a call from his personal lawyer. He put the call on speaker, and a respectful male voice came from other end,
Lawyer
"Mr. Salvatore, I've arrived at Ms. Raymond's apartment, but she is not home. Should I send the divorce agreement to the Raymond's family address?"
Jeremy got up and walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window, frowning at riverview in the distance.
He had no impression of his so-called wife of three years.
He had heard from Holden that she was kind and gentle, with an outstanding education, but so what?
Now the Raymond family had handled the crisis, and they had also paid the favor she had done for Holden.
Jeremy Salvatore
(in his cold ruthless voice)
"First, try to contact her and get her to sign the divorce agreement. If she's not cooperative then contact the Raymond family."
Cecilia picked up her own phone to check for missed work messages. She paused for a moment when she heard the word divorce from him.
Her phone screen showed a message from her father.
Christian Raymond (FL Father)
["Cecilia, did you leave early last night? Grace told me to ask you, did Jeremy drink that glass of wine?"]
Cecilia Raymond
(lowered her head) ["Wasn't that the glass of wine you gave me, Dad."]
Christian Raymond (FL Father)
["Grace gave that to me. If you're not busy with work today, go to the hospital to see your sister. She said she misses you."]
Cecilia fell troubled. She understood that all of this was orchestrated by that women.
Christian noticed that she didn't respond.
Christian Raymond (FL Father)
["What's wrong? Are you drunk?"]
He thought she was suffering from a hangover and quickly asked her if she need any hangover medicine. His tone full of concern.
Cecilia was in her thoughts. Her mother had passed away early and her father had run the company alone, which had taken a toll on him.
Over the years he remarry when Cecilia was a freshman and had never ill-treated her in any way.
She didn't want to bring this up and suppressed her unease and agitation.
Cecilia Raymond
["I'm fine. I'll go see Selah later. Tell Grace that I appreciate her thoughtfulness."]
On the other side, Jeremy's call was still in progress. The topic seemed to have switched to business.
She looked up, the light outside the window was shining on the man's shoulders. He was casually wearing a white robe.
His figure was like a backlit photograph. His face was handsome, but the lines of his profile was exceptionally cold giving a sense of unfriendliness and coldness.
Cecilia put away her phone, turned around to push open the door and walked out.
Since Jeremy was already preparing for divorce process, it would be quite awkward if he found out he slept with his contractual wife he didn't like for the years.
It was better to just let it be and part ways amicably.
Jeremy hung up the phone and only then remembered the strange woman in the room he hadn't finished communicating with.
He turned around to see an eerily silent room. The woman was already gone. He couldn't help but frown.
The bedsheet was half pulled off in a mess. The crumpled dress shirt was thrown at the foot of the bed.
Red wine and an enticing scent were mixed together.
He rubbed his forehead. If it weren't for the obvious dark red strain on the sheet, he would have thought the woman he saw when he woke up was just a fusion.
There was a knock at the door and the voice of his secretary, Jeff, came from outside.
Jeff (ML secratary)
"Mr. Salvatore."
Jeremy Salvatore
"Come in."
The door was pushed open and Jeff held a brand new suit. Seeing the scene in the room, his face was full of confusion, but he didn't asked further. He put down the clothes and left.
Jeremy went to the bathroom for a shower. After dressing up, he walked out.
Jeff respectfully hung back half a step, trailing behind. As they stepped outside, Jeremy suddenly halted.
Jeremy Salvatore
"Who was the lady sneaking out of my room this morning?"
As Jeff recalled the scene, he just saw, he responded hastily in shock.
Jeff (ML secratary)
"I'll look her up right away."
Jeremy lightly closed his lips and his eyebrows furrowed. He guessed that was a trap. Leading him to look for her was probably the plan.
Jeremy Salvatore
"No need."
If she planned this carefully, what had happened definitely would happen again.
Chapter 3
After leaving the hotel, Cecilia returned to her apartment.
She took a long shower, letting the hot water wash away the lingering traces of last night, before collapsing onto her bed.
But as soon as she closed her eyes, her mind filled with thoughts of him—her husband—whom she had not truly seen in the three years of their marriage.
At first, she had struggled to endure his lustful, almost aggressive advances.
His touch had felt foreign, overwhelming, until her body eventually betrayed her, responding with a pleasure too consuming to ignore.
The truth was, last night had been her first time, and it had been with Jeremy. That fact should have made it easier to accept—if only he hadn’t whispered another woman’s name while holding her.
That was the reason he wanted to divorce her.
Cecilia sighed, pushing the thought away. It wasn’t her concern anymore.
Soon, she would be free from this loveless marriage.
Yet as she shifted on the bed, a dull ache spread through her body, a sharp reminder of what had transpired.
No matter how exhausted she was, the discomfort kept her awake.
Restless, she got up and pulled open a drawer. Inside lay their marriage certificate.
She picked it up for the first time in years, running her eyes over the neat letters.
When they had married, Ian hadn’t even shown up. Her father had arranged everything, and she had gone through the ceremony alone.
With a faint smile that carried no warmth, she placed the paper back where it belonged and got dressed to meet Selah, her step sister, in hospital.
By the time Cecilia drove to the hospital, it was noon. The corridors were quiet, most nurses away for lunch.
Selah was resting when Cecilia entered, her pale face lighting up in surprise. She immediately sat up weakly.
Selah Raymond (FL step sister)
“Ceci, why are you here?”
Selah Raymond (FL step sister)
“Did Dad send you? I told him not to worry so much. I’m fine.”
Cecilia took a seat beside her bed.
Cecilia Raymond
“He’s worried because he cares.”
Selah had been frail since childhood. Even a few steps left her breathless, and because of that, their father, Christian, doted on her endlessly.
Selah Raymond (FL step sister)
“I hate being sick,”
Selah muttered with a pitiful pout.
Selah Raymond (FL step sister)
“Mom never leaves my side, and I can’t even eat what I want.”
Selah Raymond (FL step sister)
“The nurses were talking about a new fruit milkshake… I’ve been craving it for days.”
She grabbed Cecilia’s hand like a pleading child.
Selah Raymond (FL step sister)
“Ceci, I’m being discharged today. Just one sip won’t hurt, right?”
Her hopeful gaze was impossible to refuse. Cecilia sighed, helpless against her innocence, and went downstairs to buy the milkshake.
Cecilia Raymond
“You can only have a little,”
She warned gently when she returned.
Cecilia Raymond
“Just a sip, understand?”
Selah’s eyes sparkled as Cecilia raised the straw to her lips—but before she could drink, Grace entered.
Grace Raymond (FL step mother)
“What are you doing?”
Grace’s sharp voice sliced through the room. She rushed over, snatched the milkshake from Cecilia’s hand, and threw it into the trash. Her face burned with fury.
Grace Raymond (FL step mother)
“Are you trying to kill your sister while I’m not here? I knew you’d cause trouble.”
Cecilia staggered back a step, watching in silence. The sight of the discarded milkshake felt strangely ironic.
Grace Raymond (FL step mother)
“Selah, did she give you anything else? Do you feel unwell?”
Grace fussed, already pulling out her phone ready to call Christian.
Selah Raymond (FL step sister)
“Mom, stop.”
Selah grabbed her arm, her voice soft but firm.
Selah Raymond (FL step sister)
“It was my idea. I asked her to buy it.”
But by then, Cecilia had already slipped out, quietly closing the door behind her.
In the hallway, Grace’s muffled voice followed her:
Grace Raymond (FL step mother)
“If it weren’t for her, would your father have ignored us for so long? Would your health have worsened like this?”
Cecilia paused for a moment, her hand on the wall. She had never opposed her father’s remarriage, had never made trouble for Grace or Selah. The only thing she couldn’t do was call Grace “Mother.” For her, that word belonged to someone else, someone gone too soon.
Before leaving, Cecilia stopped by the gynecology department. The discomfort from last night hadn’t faded. When the examination was done, the doctor’s face turned grave.
Doctor
“Miss… do you want to report this to the police?”
Cecilia froze, then understood. Her lips parted, but her voice came out awkward, hesitant.
Cecilia Raymond
“It was my husband… He just returned from a business trip. He… lost control.”
The doctor studied her, then softened.
Doctor
“I see. Here’s an ointment. Apply it regularly, and avoid any intimacy for now. You’re still young—don’t let him ruin your body.”
Cecilia’s cheeks burned as she accepted the prescription. She stepped out of the office, clutching the medicine, only to nearly collide with Adam, Selah’s brother.
He was impeccably dressed, his smile charming yet unsettling. His gaze flickered to the packet in her hand, lingering a moment too long.
Adam Raymond (FL Step-brother)
“Cecilia. You’re here for Selah… or are you unwell yourself?”
The question carried a shade of curiosity she disliked.
Cecilia Raymond
“I’ve already visited Selah. I’m leaving.”
She moved past him, but Adam blocked her path with a casual ease.
Adam Raymond (FL Step-brother)
“It’s been so long. Why don’t we have lunch together?”
Cecilia Raymond
“I have other things to do,”
She replied curtly, brushing past him without looking back.
Adam turned, his eyes narrowing as he watched her leave. The faint scent of the clinic still lingered in the air.
A young woman walking out of the gynecology office with medicine—it wasn’t hard to draw conclusions.
His hand clenched into a fist.
Who would have thought the cold, aloof Cecilia could be hiding something so scandalous?
After all, her husband had been absent for three years. A woman left alone was bound to seek comfort elsewhere.
But Adam wasn’t in a hurry. Sooner or later, she would return to the Raymond mansion. And when she did, he would be waiting.
Meanwhile, Cecilia sat in her car, staring blankly at the hospital gates.
Ever since Grace and her children had moved in, she had felt displaced, like a stranger in her own home.
Adam’s constant presence only made her more uneasy. Her father, burdened by guilt, indulged Grace and her children without question.
Cecilia hadn’t wanted to force him to choose, so she moved out quietly, carrying her solitude with her.
Now, as the ache in her body throbbed and her heart weighed heavy, she realized something bitterly simple—sometimes, family could make you feel lonelier than being alone.
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