CONQUERING My Enemy's WIFE

Chapter 2

Aksa sipped his whiskey calmly. At exactly eight o'clock, the door to The Ritz suite opened. He smirked faintly, observing the woman who had just entered.

"Take off your coat," Aksa ordered flatly, placing his glass on the table. "You look pathetic in that cheap disguise."

Viera took off her glasses and hat roughly. "Where is the video? Give it to me, and I will leave right now!"

Aksa laughed softly. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "Video? There is no video."

Viera's face paled. "You set me up?"

"I was just testing how obedient Dirga's wife is to me," Aksa stared at the woman sharply, intimidating her. "And you proved to be very submissive."

"Bastard!" Viera raised her hand, intending to slap him.

Aksa easily grabbed that wrist in the air. He pulled Viera's body against his chest, then with one hand, he flipped open the woman's trench coat. A sheer maroon lingerie was exposed underneath.

"You demanded a video, but came in these clothes?" Aksa whispered sharply right in front of her face. "You came here because your body is addicted to me, Viera."

"Shut up!" Viera struggled.

Aksa didn't waste time. He lifted Viera's body, threw her onto the bed, and immediately pinned her down. He locked both of the woman's hands above her head. Aksa crushed Viera's lips fiercely, silencing her resistance. His hands squeezed Viera's curves roughly and dominantly, forcing the woman's ego into total submission under his control.

Aksa bit Viera's neck, deliberately leaving a reddish mark. He was just about to continue when the cellphone in Viera's bag rang loudly.

Viera stiffened. "A-Aksa... that's my husband."

Aksa glanced at the cellphone screen that displayed Dirga's name. He smiled in satisfaction. His plan was going perfectly. The timing was impeccable. He pressed the loudspeaker button and held the phone to Viera's ear.

"Answer it," Aksa threatened softly. "Act normal, or I'll make him hear your moans right now."

"H-hello, Darling?" Viera's voice trembled.

"Viera! Where are you?!" Dirga's voice exploded from the other end, filled with panic and desperation.

"I'm... at the salon. What's wrong?" Viera answered with difficulty.

Aksa didn't stay still. His hand slipped beneath Viera's lingerie, touching and playing with the woman's most sensitive spots mercilessly. Aksa looked into Viera's eyes, challenging her to endure under his control.

"Damn it! Everything is ruined, Viera!" Dirga shouted in frustration on the phone. "All the steel suppliers cut their contracts this afternoon! Some bastard company bought up everything. If there are no materials tomorrow, The Grand Elysium project is dead and our shares are ruined!"

Aksa smirked widely. He greatly enjoyed the tone of desperation in his enemy's voice. Aksa's fingers moved deeper and more demanding, forcing Viera to arch her back.

"O-oh my God... h-how could that happen, Darling?" Viera gripped the bedsheets, biting her lip hard to hold back her moans.

"I'm looking for a loan, but no bank will disburse it this fast! Which bastard dares to mess with me?!" Dirga cursed angrily. "Come home quickly! I need you!"

Aksa rubbed Viera's lower lip with his thumb, giving an absolute signal for the woman to end the call.

"I-I'm sorry, Darling... my treatment will take a while. Y-you just take care of the company... I'll come home later," Viera said hoarsely.

As soon as the connection was cut, Aksa snatched the cellphone and threw it to the floor. He stared at Viera, who was now panting helplessly under his confinement.

While Dirga mourned his crumbling kingdom tonight, Aksa had taken everything from him. His business, his pride, and now, his wife. Aksa bent down again, continuing his conquest to the very end.

The next morning at The Ritz. Aksa leaned back casually against the bed's headboard, staring at Viera who was putting on her clothes in front of the mirror.

The woman's body was covered in reddish marks—signs of Aksa's absolute ownership all night long. Viera's arrogance had evaporated without a trace. Her movements were slow and occasionally she winced softly, clear proof of how fiercely Aksa had conquered her last night.

Aksa got up. He stepped toward Viera, hugged the woman's waist from behind, and stared at their reflection in the mirror.

"Your husband will definitely ask a lot of questions about those marks on your neck," Aksa whispered, deliberately rubbing his bite marks.

Viera leaned her head on Aksa's chest. Her eyes stared obediently toward the mirror. "I will say it's an allergy from the salon. His brain is too panicked taking care of his bankruptcy to pay attention to anything else."

Aksa turned Viera's body roughly, gripping her jaw so she would look straight ahead. "Remember this well. You belong to me now. Not Dirga. Understand?"

"Understood, Aksa," Viera whispered resignedly. Her pride was destroyed, replaced by total submission to the man who had dominated her.

"Good. Now go home. Keep that pathetic husband of yours company," Aksa ordered coldly, releasing his grip.

Ten o'clock in the morning. The CEO's office at Dirga Corp was a terrible mess.

Dirga slammed a stack of documents onto the floor. His eyes were red from lack of sleep. The large screen on the wall displayed his company's stock graph in a free fall, plummeting by twenty percent in just a few hours since the market opened.

"Sir, all the banks have rejected our loan applications. They know The Grand Elysium project is stalled because there are no materials," Dirga's assistant reported with a trembling voice.

"Bastards!" Dirga kicked his office chair until it toppled over. "Who exactly is the bastard behind this Apex Capital?! He deliberately bought up all the materials to kill us off!"

The phone on the desk rang. The assistant hurriedly picked it up, then looked at his boss in surprise. "Sir... this is from Apex Capital. Their representative wants to speak."

Dirga immediately snatched the telephone receiver. "Hello?! This is Dirga!"

"Good morning, Mr. Dirga. I am Leo, a representative of Apex Capital," Leo's calm voice contrasted with Dirga's panic. "Our leader heard about the supply crisis you are facing. He is willing to offer an emergency cash injection to save your project."

Dirga's eyes widened. He didn't care that Apex Capital was the cause of his ruin. This was the only way out so his company wouldn't go bankrupt by tomorrow morning.

"Really? When can I meet with your leader?!" Dirga asked pleadingly, completely throwing away his pride.

"Two o'clock this afternoon. In the main meeting room of your company," Leo answered.

"Alright! I will prepare everything!"

As soon as the phone was hung up, Dirga laughed loudly. "We're saved! Apex Capital is going to provide a bailout fund!" He turned to his assistant. "Quickly, contact my wife. Tell Viera to come to the office this afternoon to welcome the leader of Apex Capital. Investors always like seeing beautiful women. We have to serve him as best as possible so the funds are disbursed!"

Dirga was completely unaware of how stupid he was. The man he was going to worship this afternoon was the young man he had trampled on in the past. And the woman he deliberately called to "serve" the investor had just spent the night moaning that man's name.

Aksa's trap had ensnared his enemy without a single loophole.