Revenge Of The Richest Ex-Husband

Pouring Hell On Stella

Stella was gasping for breath beside Anderson as they got immersed under the duvet. They sweated profusely and struggled to keep their breath intact.

“That was a quick one,” Stella breathed into Anderson’s brow once she grabbed his face and laid her head on his shoulders, “I thought I told you we shouldn’t be using condom anymore.”

Anderson forced a smile on his face. He was swallowed in heavy thought. Days past he had argued within himself if getting Stella pregnant was part if Jamole’s vengeance.

And when he tried reaching Jamole to inform him about Stella’s burning desire to get pregnant his line wasn’t going through.

“This is just the extreme of it,” he said in his mind, “If she gets pregnant for me and realizes I am not the anonymous heir, how is she going to feel? Will she withstand the shame and ridicule? This is the most brutal revenge I have ever seen.” He hummed inwardly.

“For now I will keep sleeping with her with condom until I hear form Jamole,” he further said in his mind