Tracey's POV
"I'll fuck his brain out tonight."I said to myself as I took a glance at her own reflection in the mirror.In the hot steam of the bathroom, my perfectly toned body looked amazing.Being the voted hottest cheerleader, winner of beauty pageant, and social influencer, I used to have hundreds of admirers in college and millions of followers online.And I gave it all up when I got married to Lucas Plarre three years ago.I used to be madly in love with him. The reason was obvious - He was so freakin' hot and I wasn't blind.I mean, who wouldn't love Lucas Plarre?He was a self-made multibillionaire in the pharmaceutical industry and the hottest bachelor in Dayton City at that time, so it took me quite some effort to secure our marriage.And that effort included warding off his long-time girlfriend Jessica.When I got married to him, no one had expected our marriage would turn out to be nothing but a piece of paper.For entire three years, that mother fucker had never touched me.Not even once.That wasn't fair. He knew that the only thing that I had always wanted was a husband and a child. Before anything gets weird, hear me through - Lucas Plarre isn't gay. I saw his collection of porn and it blew my mind. But the crux was he couldn't get over with his highschool sweetheart Laura, who passed away after suffering from years of chronic pain.He loved her so much that he couldn't bear the thought of touching other women. If he hadn't wanted my father's support in his pharmaseutical company, or if my father hadn't pressed him hard, he wouldn't have agreed to marry me. And he told me on our wedding night that he would never ever touch me.And after three years of marriage without being touched, I finally had enough.Tonight is the night.I've been calculating my ovulation for days and I will finally get what I want -After tonight, I will be pregnant with his child and he will regret not touching me in the past three years.I put on the hottest Lingerie and walked out of the bathroom.I intentionally slapped the door, so he raised his head from a pile of documents to look at me."What the f...?!" Lucas frowned.He didn't look enticed.Instead, he looked vexed, putting down the glass of sparkling water that I had just poured for him."Today is your birthday, darling," I said in a luring voice, fiddling with his tie.He pulled his tie back and looked at me with a deadpan face, "Put on your clothes right now. I need to talk to you.""Yes, boss." I leaned against his table with my legs spread open like a slut. "Tell me what you want."Lucas picked up a folder from the table and threw it in front of me."I want a divorce," he said."What?!" I was petrified. I want to get pregnant and he wants a divorce?! Talking about not being on the same page!"You've heard me. Loud and clear. That's our divorce papers. I've already signed it. Now you need to sign it." He said in a cold, indifferent voice.I was still processing this whole thing. My mind raced fast as I remained still and silent."Both you and me know that our marriage is a mistake. We need to end it right now." His voice started to get impatient. " I don't love you. You can dress up like a whore or do whatever you want, but nothing is going to change this fact. Do you understand?"Feeling disappointed and frustrated, I crossed my legs and asked, "Why now? Is that because that bitch Jessica is coming back this month?"Lucas looked surprised."How did you know that Jess is coming back?" he asked.I raised my eyebrows and answered bitterly, "I have access to your computer and I read all your emails.""How dare you...?!" He tried to stand up from his chair.I pushed him back to his seat and sat on his lap, "A free tip for you, darling. If you don't want others to hack into your computer, don't use your high school sweetheart's birthday as the password!""You..." Lucas looked a bit disoriented. His face looked flushed.I knew that the drug I put in his wine started to work.I didn't want to pull a dirty trick like this, but since he wanted to divorce me and this was literally the last night I spent with him, I just didn't care.I had to fuck him once. That's what he owed me as a husband. At least his genes were good and our babies would be beautiful and smart."Now, darling." I loosened his tie patiently and started unbuttoning his shirt slowly, one after another, like those big tits blonde girls did in his fucking porn collection."What... What's going on...?" Lucas slurred. He looked so hot when he was turned on like this."Nothing, darling. We're just going to have the best ever goodbye fuck." I said in a cold stern voice as I lowered my head toward his crotch.As he started to moan, I scratched his legs with my nails, dragging long, deep blood streaks.I looked up at him and saw his face. He was in pain and ecstasy at the same time.I was caught in a dilemma.I wanted to hurt him really badly, yet the sex was fantastic.We were supposed to be perfect together if he hadn't been such a fucking jerk.It took me a lot of love to hate him like that.As I was on top of him, I felt that I was riding a wild horse.The more violently I moved my body, the more I felt ashamed of myself.Talking about guilty pleasure.I looked down into his eyes and pressed my lips against his mouth.It was the best kiss I had ever had in my life.I knew that he felt the same despite the influence of the drug."Oh, darling," I whispered with my tongue between his lips. "Give it to me. Set a fire in my body."He roared like an angry beast and suddenly got on top of me, pressing me against the bed with force.As he finally ejaculated inside me, both of us became exhausted and fell asleep....The next morning, I climbed down the bed quietly with a sore back and great satisfaction.I finally got what I wanted.I put on a V-neck dress and took a glance at my soon-to-be ex-husband.He looked like a fucking combination of Allen Dillon and Johnny Depp in their prime.To my relief, he was still soundly asleep."Sleep as much as you can. You mother fucker." I thought to myself. "Because this is the last day of your life that you can enjoy a good night of sleep."I put on my Jimmy Choo and saw the divorce papers on the table.I picked up a pen and put my signature on it.Then, I looked at my ex-husband one last time and walked out of the bedroom.Lucas' POVWhen I woke up in the morning, I felt that my head had been blown by a hammer.For a brief moment, I couldn't even feel my limbs.Lying on the bed like a fucking vegetable, I thought to myself -What the fuck happened to me last night?The last thing I could remember was the glass of wine.Tracey had put something into my wine to make me lose control of myself.That fucking witch. What the fuck had she done to me? I wouldn't be surprised to find out that she had taken away my limbs.The butler came in, looking very upset."What?" I struggled to sit up straight.The butler mumbled, "Sir, about Mrs. Plarre... She... Well...""What?!" I rubbed my eyes and saw the divorce papers on the table.What happened last night suddenly struck me like a fucking baseball bat."Fuck. The divorce papers. Did she sign it?!" I tried to stand up but collapsed on the bed again.The butler fetched the papers for me and I saw that fucking woman's signatures on every fucking required place.She sig
Tracey's POVSix years later, I bid goodbye to Julie and my students at the boarding gate."We will miss you, Miss Stewart!" They waved their hands at me with tears in their eyes.Tears also ran down my cheeks.Saying goodbye had never been an easy thing for me, except for the time that I ran away from my husband.And five years flew past just like that."Mommy, don't cry!" A pair of tiny hands, warm and soft, wiped the tears off my cheeks.I lowered my head and saw the little boy sitting on my lap.He had got dark hair just like his dad (little traitor!) and a pair of green eyes just like me.My little Nathanial looked just like a floating angel."Hey, sweetie," I said as I snuffled his hair. "Mommy isn't crying. And you smell so good.""Mommy, why do we have to go back to the States? Can't we stay with Aunt Julie and your students?" Nathan asked."Grandpa has passed away," I said with bitterness. "Mommy has to go back and take care of the aftermaths."Even though he was only five, h
Tracey's POVAt that time, I heard Nathan's voice, "Stay away from my mommy! You big chunk of douchebag!"I looked down and saw my son kicking Lucas' legs and punching his thighs with his little fists."You..." Lucas looked down and picked Nathan up with his giant hands.Then, he lifted him up to his eye level and stared at him.Nathan kicked his legs and waved his arms angrily in the air, trying to hit Lucas, but all his efforts were in vain.Lucas didn't do anything.He just stood there, holding my son like a cub, staring at him.Well, even though I didn't want to admit it, the truth was, that Nathan looked just like a miniature version of Lucas.And of course, Lucas could see it.But I just didn't want to give it to him that easily.I snatched Nathan away from Lucas and held him tightly in my arms."What... What is his name?" Lucas looked overwhelmed and mumbled."His name is Nathan and he isn't your son," I replied while stroking Nathan's hair.Lucas couldn't take his eyes off Nat
Tracey's POVI took a glance at the report. Probability of paternity: 0.0000% !Lucas had a hard time processing this fact. He grabbed the person in charge and barked at his face, "No! There must be something wrong with the test!" Then he pointed at Nathan and roared, "Look at him! He looks just like me! He must be my son!"The person in charge stepped back and said, "Sir, we are a very reputable agency. We are fully responsible for the result of the test." "But that boy is my son!" Lucas growled.I said, "Leave that poor gentleman alone before he calls for the police. You're paranoid and hysterical right now, Lucas. Take the report and go away." Lucas turned back and pressed me against the wall. "You! It must be you! You're the one who's behind everything!" He stared at me with anger. We were so close that it reminded me of what happened on that night before I left.I could tell that he was thinking of the same thing."You're a nymph. What have you done to the test? What have y
Tracey's POVJerry Fisher. This fucking name rings a bell, but I just can't remember who he is.But when I walked into the VVIP lounge in the trendiest nightclub in town, I immediately recognized the bold, short, sturdy man sitting on the sofa, surrounded by two almost half-naked women.Jerry Fisher was one of my craziest suitors before I got married to my husband. He was literally stalking me everywhere I went. It was kind of creepy.No wonder his name sounded familiar."Tracey Stewart! Oh, mine! It's really you!" Jerry exclaimed while pushing away the two women. "When Jacob told me you were back, I couldn't believe it! I mean, look at you! Nine years have passed, but you haven't changed a bit! What have you been drinking? Fountain of youth?"I was about to say something, but he turned to the two girls and continued, "You girls are too young to know anything about the magical Tracey Stewart. She was just like you two. Cheerleader, homecoming queen, social influencer. But one day, she
Tracey's POV"Yeah, of course, I've got a boyfriend. I'm not a fucking nun! And you know what? He's the father of my son Nathan! And if you don't stop treating me like this right now, I'll fucking sue you and get a restraining order on you!"Lucas looked lost and frustrated. There were flames in his eyes.I hadn't seen him being mad like this. Not even for once.As I was trying to break away from him, he pulled me back."How dare you say something like this in front of me? Are you trying to insult me? Let your imaginary boyfriend sue me. I don't care. Nathan is my son and I don't give a fuck what the paternity test says. Do not ever say something like that to me again, woman. Do not try to cross me! Do you understand?!" Lucas held my shoulders and shook me passionately.I said, "Stop being obsessed with me! I'm not your property, and Nathan is my son, not yours. The sooner you figure this out, the better off for both of us."Lucas wasn't at all listening. He was consumed by his anger
Tracey's POV"Seriously?" Jessica raised her eyebrows, gloating while walking into the lounge. " Both Mr. Fisher and I know who you are. Being the only daughter of a multi-billionaire, Miss Stewart must be kidding with us."Jerry Fisher smirked and said, "I have to agree with Miss Waddingham. Your father's net worth was 4 billion before he passed away. Don't tell me that he hadn't left you with anything. You have to pay for this bottle of cognac, Miss Stewart."Aren't these two complement each other? I thought to myself. They would certainly be the most repugnant couple in the world.Noticing my awkward silence, Jessica placed a hand over her forehead and said, "If you go apologize to Mr. Fisher and please him, he might forget about this incident. After all, Mr. Fisher is a very generous man."Lucas walked inside and saw the mess on the ground.He remained silent.Jerry Fisher was drunk. He didn't even seem to notice Lucas. He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him. Then, he pinched
Lucas' POVI had never seen Tracey walking like that when she got out.She has always walked in a very lady-like way, but on that day, she was almost staggering.Is she drunk?No way. I used to see her drinking with her bride's maids on our wedding night. Everyone ended up being drunk, but somehow she was the only one who remained sober.That woman is a walking miracle.I didn't know what had happened to me, but being stuck in this suffocating VVIP lounge, I felt particularly missing her.I missed her slim figure. Who could ever believe that she had pushed a baby out of such a tiny body?I missed her beautiful green eyes. They were always full of witty sparkles and only occasionally filled with anger or tears because of me.She was angry because of me. She cried for me. For me and only me.I used to own that woman. She was completely mine. What kind of idiot am I to let such a perfect woman run away from me? I really wished I could hold her in my arms and rip off her clothes, and...W