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Chapter 551 Doorway · Oct 12, 2026

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551 Chapter 551 Doorway 2026-10-12
552 Chapter 552 Bullet 2026-10-12
553 Chapter 553 Blankets 2026-10-12
554 Chapter 554 Ancient 2026-10-12
555 Chapter 555 Active 2026-10-12
556 Chapter 556 Earth 2026-10-12
557 Chapter 557 Code 2026-10-12
558 Chapter 558 Young 2026-10-12
559 Chapter 559 Raider 2026-10-12
560 Chapter 560 Concept 2026-10-12
561 Chapter 561 Nose 2026-10-12
562 Chapter 562 Legendary 2026-10-12
563 Chapter 563 Basement 2026-10-12
564 Chapter 564 Hotpot 2026-10-12
565 Chapter 565 Signature 2026-10-12
566 Chapter 566 Tea 2026-10-12
567 Chapter 567 Stranger 2026-10-12
568 Chapter 568 Answer 2026-10-12
569 Chapter 569 Reverse 2026-10-12
570 Chapter 570 Barrier 2026-10-12
571 Chapter 571 Assign 2026-10-12
572 Chapter 572 Beard 2026-10-12
573 Chapter 573 Merchant 2026-10-12
574 Chapter 574 Hustle 2026-10-12
575 Chapter 575 Conflict 2026-10-12
576 Chapter 576 Farm 2026-10-12
577 Chapter 577 Profile 2026-10-12
578 Chapter 578 Case 2026-10-12
579 Chapter 579 Cricket 2026-10-12
580 Chapter 580 Wholesome 2026-10-12
581 Chapter 581 Adrenaline 2026-10-12
582 Chapter 582 Spot 2026-10-12
583 Chapter 583 Artist 2026-10-12
584 Chapter 584 Thesis 2026-10-12
585 Chapter 585 Primitive 2026-10-12
586 Chapter 586 Experience 2026-10-12
587 Chapter 587 Canon 2026-10-12
588 Chapter 588 Jargon 2026-10-12
589 Chapter 589 Stuff 2026-10-12
590 Chapter 590 Gold 2026-10-12
591 Chapter 591 Ground 2026-10-12
592 Chapter 592 Coding 2026-10-12
593 Chapter 593 Shine 2026-10-12
594 Chapter 594 Shackles 2026-10-12
595 Chapter 595 Yoga 2026-10-12
596 Chapter 596 Misty 2026-10-12
597 Chapter 597 Document 2026-10-12
598 Chapter 598 Riddle 2026-10-12
599 Chapter 599 Feature 2026-10-12
600 Chapter 600 Degree 2026-10-12

Chapter 551 Doorway

Ross, on the other hand…

He was a beast.

A force of nature that took what he wanted without hesitation, without restraint.

He devoured her completely, leaving no room for hesitation or second thoughts.

And worst of all… she could still feel him.

Still buried deep inside her.

Still hard.

Still pulsing with need.

Even after spilling himself inside her, he hadnʼt softened in the slightest.

His arousal remained as strong and unyielding as ever, as if he had no intention of stopping. As if he had only just begun.

Ross had spent the entire day with Grace, immersing her completely in the world of pleasure and desire.

From the golden afternoon light to the deep darkness of the night, and even through the soft glow of dawn, he never let her go.

Every second was consumed by the heat of their bodies, the relentless rhythm of their passion.

Time blurred, and reality itself seemed to fade, leaving only the overwhelming sensations that bound them together.

They didnʼt stop to eat, didnʼt rest—not even for a moment.

Grace no longer needed such things.

Her body had changed, transcended, molded into something new under Rossʼs touch.

With every deep thrust, with every hot release buried inside her, she became something more.

An immortal, bound to him in ways she couldnʼt yet comprehend.

By the time Ross finally let her go, an entire day had passed.

Grace lay there for a long moment, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure, her legs weak, her skin flushed and damp.

The world outside their shared lust suddenly felt foreign, distant.

But as reality came rushing back, panic crept into her mind.

Her husband.

With trembling fingers, she reached for her phone, and her heart nearly stopped.

Dozens of missed calls. All from Ted.

Her breath hitched. She had been unreachable for an entire day.

No messages, no responses. She had completely disappeared—lost in Rossʼs grasp while her husband desperately tried to reach her.

A chill ran down her spine.

What am I going to say?

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to move, ignoring the dull ache between her legs as she got dressed.

Every step felt unsteady, her body betraying her with its lingering satisfaction.

I have to act normal. I have to convince him.

The moment she stepped through the door, Ted was already there, his expression a mix of relief and frustration.

His eyes searched her face, his brows furrowed in worry.

”Where were you, Grace?! I was worried sick!” His voice cracked slightly, and she could see it—really see it.

The sleepless night, the stress, the way his hands trembled slightly as if he had spent hours imagining the worst.

Her stomach twisted with guilt, but she forced a small, reassuring smile.

”Iʼm so sorry, Ted. We ran into some old friends, and we ended up having an impromptu reunion. I completely lost track of time… I didnʼt even notice how many times you called.”

The lie came out smoothly, but she felt its weight press against her chest.

Ted stared at her for a moment, his eyes searching hers, as if trying to gauge the truth.

But Ted—sweet, trusting Ted—had never been good at detecting lies.

He let out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair before giving her a small, exhausted smile.

”I see… Just donʼt do that again, okay? I was this close to calling the police.” He let out a nervous chuckle, the tension in his shoulders finally easing.

Grace nodded quickly, her heart pounding. ”I wonʼt,” she promised.

But even as she said it, she could still feel Ross.

His touch lingered on her skin. His scent clung to her. And deep inside her, she still ached for something she knew she could never admit.

As the days passed, Ross made sure to see Grace every weekend, never letting too much time pass without having her again.

No matter what happened during the week, she always found herself back in his arms—his bed, his control.

She became an expert at slipping away, weaving excuses with practiced ease.

”Ted, Iʼm just going to buy some groceries.”

”I saw a perfume at the store—Iʼll pick it up and be right back.”

”A friend invited me to go shopping. Iʼll just be an hour.”

The lies came effortlessly now.

In the beginning, she had been careful, nervous, afraid that Ted would notice the inconsistencies.

But as time went on, she realized how easy it was. Ted never questioned her beyond a concerned look or a simple, ”Be careful.”

As long as she returned home within a reasonable time, as long as she smiled and played the part of a loving wife, he didnʼt suspect a thing.

And thankfully, Ross no longer kept her for an entire day like before.

Their encounters, while still intense, had become more manageable, allowing her to slip back into her normal life without too much suspicion.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months.

Her secret affair with Ross continued, unchecked and uninterrupted.

At first, it had been nothing more than a reckless mistake, a moment of weakness that she swore would never happen again.

But with every weekend spent in his arms, it became something more. A habit. A craving.

A second life she couldnʼt escape—even if a part of her didnʼt want to.

Then, one afternoon, after another heated encounter that left her breathless and weak in his bed, Ross leaned back against the pillows, watching her with a lazy smirk.

His fingers trailed idly along her bare shoulder, sending little shivers down her spine.

”I think itʼs time you met my wives, Grace.”

The words were casual, spoken as if he had just suggested going out for dinner. But they made her entire body tense.

Ross continued, unfazed.

”Youʼll love them. Theyʼll love you. Come up with an excuse this Friday. Weʼll have a long weekend together.”

Graceʼs breath caught in her throat.

Meet his wives?

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