My Crippled Ex-Husband Is An Emperor

Caught

married was tempted to yell out at that moment. Ask if he had lost his sanity but she couldn't.

She had to keep pretending like she didn't know who he was. Who knew what he would do to her if she dared speak?

“Why are you doing this?" She opted for the safer question. The response didn't come as quickly as she hoped.

The man was busy. Busy feeling her up and it disgusted her to no end. She wanted to push him away, slap him across the face, and tell him how much of a disgrace he was but she couldn't do any of that.

She was tied to a chair with very little movement permitted.

“Why am I doing this?" He repeated her question. “You of all people shouldn't be asking me that. I already stated my reasons in my letter but since you want me to spell it out, I will…”

Each passing second confirmed his identity more and more. He was getting so comfortable speaking that he didn't notice his facade slipping.

"I can't get you off my mind, Ivory. I want you. All I can think about is you. At first