Contract to Hell's Den

Fvcking my husband

Elena's pov

I watched closely as Alex walked straight to Serena. They spoke for a few seconds, then both of them headed upstairs together. I kept my eyes on them until they turned a corner and disappeared from sight.

My mind raced. What were they doing? What were they talking about? The party, the music, the people, none of it mattered anymore. I just wanted to know what was happening between my husband and that woman.

I spotted Giovanni talking to some business associates. I thought about telling him that Serena was back and that she and Alex had gone upstairs. I knew he didn’t like her. But if I said anything, it would create a big scene.

And if Alex found out I told his father, he might do something to hurt me. He would prove exactly why they called him the Ice King. So I kept quiet and stayed in my seat.

Minutes passed. Neither Alex nor Serena had returned. My anxiety grew. I needed to know what was really going on.

Giovanni walked over to me while I was still wondering what that w***e was doing with my husband.

“My dear, where is your husband?”

“Father, he went upstairs to get something,” I replied calmly, forcing a smile.

“Okay. Please go check on him.”

“Yes, Father.”

This was my chance. If I got caught, I could say I was just following his order.

I climbed down from the high golden chair and hurried upstairs. I almost slipped on the stairs but caught myself. I remembered how expensive the red dress was, so I slowed down and walked carefully to avoid tearing it.

I searched everywhere upstairs, the hallways, the guest rooms, but I couldn’t find them. Frustration built inside me. Finally, I decided to go back to my own room to cool off.

The moment I reached my door, I heard sounds.

Moaning. Loud, violent moaning.

My heart stopped. Who was that? A guest? I pushed the door open just a little and peeked inside.

Serena was on my bed.

She was completely naked, riding Alex hard. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she bounced on him, moaning his name loudly. Alex was lying back, his hands on her waist, thrusting up into her with powerful strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Serena’s breasts bounced with every movement, her head thrown back in pleasure.

“Oh f**k, Alex… yes, just like that,” she gasped.

Alex groaned, his voice rough. “You feel so good, baby. Ride me harder.”

I stood frozen, watching my husband fvck another woman right on my bed. His hands moved up to squeeze her breasts, his hips slamming up to meet her. Serena cried out, grinding faster, her body shining with sweat.

I knew this was only a contract marriage. I knew he had no feelings for me. But I had started to fall for him. He was so handsome, so strong. I had secretly yearned for his touch. I had imagined the day he would fvck me hard, make me scream his name.

Now I was watching him give that pleasure to someone else, in my own bed.

My chest tightened. Tears burned my eyes.

The jealousy and pain hit me like a knife.

This was supposed to be my marriage. My bed. My husband.

But he was inside her, groaning with pleasure, while I stood there like a fool.

I had enough.

Enough of being toyed with. Enough of being played like a fool. I stood there watching Alex fvck Serena on my bed, her loud moans filling the room, his hands gripping her like she was the only woman in the world and I couldn't do anything. My chest burned with rage.

I am going to teach him a lesson. I will make sure he never goes near Serena again.

I watched them a little longer, her riding him harder, his groans getting louder, then turned away angrily. I hurried back downstairs, forcing a calm face.

Giovanni looked at me. “Where is your husband?”

“He’s in the bathroom,” I lied smoothly. “His tummy is upset.”

Giovanni nodded, believing me.

I returned to my golden chair and sat like a perfect doll, smiling at everyone while my mind plotted revenge. How dare he humiliate me like this? In my own room? On my own bed?

Minutes later, Alex came downstairs, smiling like nothing happened. A few minutes after that, Serena followed, looking satisfied. She left the party without saying a word.

Alex sat beside me again. He stank of musk, c*m, and sweat. The smell made me sick. I wanted to slap him right there.

Soon the party ended. Guests said their goodbyes and left. Alex stood up and headed to his room to get ready for his private strippers party.

I knew Serena would be there. Waiting for him. Ready to spread her legs again.

A dark smile touched my lips.

Perfect.

This was exactly what I needed for my plan.

I waited until Alex started getting ready to leave. The moment he went into the bathroom to shower, I quickly grabbed his phone. I turned on his location, saved my number, and shared his location with me. I archived my number and he had so many chats archived, he would never notice.

When he came out and left in his black Bentley, I waited a few minutes, then got ready. I wore a long black gown, a black scarf, and dark sunglasses to disguise myself.

I followed his location and ordered a drive to the club. The moment I stepped inside, my eyes widened. Strippers were dancing completely naked. The place was wild.

I moved through the crowd, heart pounding. Then I saw them.

Alex had Serena bent over a table in the open. Her legs were spread wide as he fvcked her hard and ruthless, not caring who was watching. Her loud moans mixed with the music. He was pounding into her without mercy.

I felt sick, but I didn’t look away.

I quickly took out my phone and snapped a clear picture. My hands shook with anger as I typed the message anonymously and sent it to the press: “The same Alex we all celebrated at his party introducing his new wife is the same one fvcking this slut right now in JA’s Club.”

I hit send.

That was all I needed to do.