The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 159: [Volume 1] - - we are husband and wife

Esme’s laughter faded as her gaze drifted back toward the window, her expression shifting to something more somber. The light in her eyes dimmed as she stared at the view outside, her fingers resting lightly on the windowsill. "Yes," she muttered quietly, "I am a loser."

Jay opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it. Something in her tone made it clear this wasn’t about self-pity. It was deeper, more reflective.

"How can I not be?" Esme continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’ve been made a fool for a whole decade."

Her eyes fixated on the Valhale Group poster plastered against the wall, a constant reminder of what she had lost and who had taken it from her. Her jaw clenched, and the air around her seemed to grow colder. "Just you wait," she murmured, her voice hard with determination. "I’m coming for you."

Jay watched her in silence, sensing the shift in her energy. This wasn’t just bitterness or anger anymore—it was as if she had found her way, but whether it was for good or bad, he didn’t know.

Esme Valhala returned to her work the next day, maintaining the facade of normalcy. On the surface, everything was as it always had been. She came home on time, played the part of a doting wife, and made everything appear perfect. But beneath that calm exterior, something had shifted. It was in the kitchen that the illusion began to unravel.

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In the kitchen, where everything always seemed so ordinary, something wild had sparked.

Ray’s back pressed against the cool surface of the kitchen shelf, the contrast to the heat inside him was dizzying. "Ahhh," a shaky moan escaped his lips, his legs trembling as Esme gripped his dark hair, pulling him toward her. Her kiss was demanding, intense, stealing his breath and leaving him gasping as her lips moved with purpose, not letting him escape.

His body shivered as her hand slid down, gripping him tightly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she tilted his head back, deepening the kiss. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—his mind was blank, overtaken by the overwhelming sensation as Esme’s lips dominated his. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Ray’s body went slack, his head spinning, chest burning with heat as his heart raced uncontrollably. With one swift move, Esme tore at his shirt, buttons scattering on the tiled floor, the sound lost in the pounding of his heartbeat. She didn’t stop, her hands moving quickly, lifting him up with surprising strength.

Esme walked out of the kitchen, her arms wrapped around Ray’s body with a possessive grip, as though she owned every inch of him. Her fingers trailed across his skin, making his muscles tense under her touch. Ray, nearly half-naked, felt his face heat up with embarrassment. His gaze darted around the room as if someone might see, his grip tightening around her neck as he hugged her back, a mix of uncertainty and excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Someone might see," he murmured, his voice shaky but trying to keep control, even as his heart raced.

Esme’s response was calm, confident. "What do you mean, someone might see?" she said with a casual air, her tone dismissive as her hands continued to explore his body, sending shivers down his spine. "Let them say whatever they want. We’re husband and wife."

Ray trembled under her touch, the sensations building as she ignored his words, instead carrying him effortlessly up the stairs. His protests fell on deaf ears, his body betraying him with every tingling sensation her hands caused. When they entered the study, Esme kicked the door shut behind them with force, sealing them in.

Without hesitation, she walked to her study table, setting him down with ease. Ray’s face was a deep red, flustered beyond words. He didn’t understand this sudden shift in Esme since that day in the hospital. She had taken control in ways that left him both breathless and confused. It hadn’t been long, just a few days, but now, every time she touched him, it was like she was claiming him anew.

Esme, with one sweeping motion, cleared everything from the table, sending papers and books tumbling to the floor. Before Ray could react, she pushed him back onto the table. His breath caught in his throat as his body hit the surface, Esme looming over him with a look that sent another rush of heat through him.

Ray lay on the table, his breathing heavy, his heart racing as Esme hovered above him. The air in the room felt thick with tension, the sound of scattered papers and fallen objects a distant echo in his ears. His chest rose and fell rapidly, still processing the sudden intensity of her actions. He swallowed hard, feeling the cool surface of the table under his bare skin, contrasting with the heat radiating from Esme’s body.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his neck, teasing him with the faintest touch before trailing lower. Her breath was warm, sending a shiver through his entire body. Ray’s hands instinctively reached for her, but they faltered mid-air, unsure of whether to push her away or pull her closer. The conflict between his mind and his body was overwhelming, and he found himself unable to resist the magnetism of her presence.

"Esme," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if he was trying to regain control but failing miserably. His body was betraying him, responding to her every touch, every movement.

Esme didn’t respond with words. Instead, she leaned in further, her fingers tracing the lines of his collarbone before slipping lower, her hand gliding over his torso with slow, deliberate motions. She was in control, and Ray knew it. His body tensed under her touch, every nerve heightened as she explored him without hesitation.

Just when he thought the intensity couldn’t grow any more, she bit down softly on his skin, leaving another faint mark on his already flushed body. A moan escaped Ray’s lips despite himself, his head falling back against the table, surrendering to the sensations that overwhelmed him.

Outside, the world carried on, unaware of the storm brewing behind the closed door.