Reader Comments Exposed The Don’s Secret Desire Chapter 01
I refused to become another woman my husband conquered in bed. So I always turned him down.
Until one night, a stream of reader comments that only I could see suddenly appeared before my eyes.
[Three years of marriage and this ice-cold wife still hasn’t truly satisfied Damian.]
[Damian’s taking another cold shower. He’s reached his limit.]
[That naturally seductive Lilith has been hired as his personal assistant. She’ll enter the Lucchesi estate tomorrow.]
[Damian met with his lawyer today. He wants a quick divorce, but his ice-cold wife is still working in the study, completely clueless.]
I set down the files in my hand and knocked on the bathroom door.
The water shut off. Damian Lucchesi’s voice came out hoarse. “What is it?”
I pushed the door open. Through the steam I whispered, “I’m done with work. Can I… shower with you?”
The bathroom fell silent for a few seconds.
I thought it was Damian’s silent rejection and started to turn away.
Damian’s hand reached out through the steam and pulled me straight into his arms.
Before I could react, my back pressed against the bathroom wall.
Damian’s handsome face hovered inches away.
“Serious?” His narrowed eyes scanned me like prey.
My gaze fixed on his sculpted chest. Below it, rows of firm, defined abs stretched down his torso. Water droplets slid down the grooves of his abs before disappearing beneath the towel tied around his waist.
I knew he wanted me. It had never been a secret.
I knew all too well that once I crossed that line, there’d be no walking away unscathed.
I placed my hands on his shoulders. “If you’re finished, you can head out first…”
From the corner of my eye, I caught the faint curl of Damian’s lips.
His hand settled on my waist, eyes burning. “I can help you.”
Reader comments drifted across my vision:
[The ice-cold wife is changing her tune?]
[Damian can’t hold back anymore.]
[She’s throwing herself at him. This is her choice.]
[No way Damian lets her walk away.]
[She probably won’t have the strength to leave the bathroom tonight.]
[Getting carried out by Damian wouldn’t be bad.]
[They might keep going while he carries her…]
[Will the ice-cold wife pass out again like last time?]
[Damian definitely has the stamina.]
I shivered slightly.
I’d made the first move once before—on our first wedding anniversary.
I’d finished a big research project and wanted to take things further, so I prepared a candlelit dinner and scattered rose petals in the tub.
That night, Damian was incredibly intense. I passed out afterward.
I’d only wanted a glass of water. Damian drowned me in an entire ocean.
That’s why I had hidden behind coldness and work ever since, keeping myself outside our marriage.
But the reader comments made me realize something. If I kept hiding, Damian might actually end our marriage.
Our marriage was an arranged alliance. My parents were leading figures in the medical field, while I specialized in psychoactive compounds.
My parents were friends with old Mr. Lucchesi. The Lucchesi family needed a medical advisor, so I married Damian.
At first, Damian didn’t want his parents interfering in his marriage. I’d heard he’d even considered calling off the wedding.
Old Mr. Lucchesi practically forced him to sign the marriage agreement.
One look from the Lucchesi family could shake the New York underworld. I was just an ordinary doctor with a few certificates and papers. This marriage had never been equal.
Yet after the wedding, Damian treated me with real respect.
To support my research, he gave me an entire mountain.
The mountain was filled with rare plants and even housed a medicinal cultivation facility. He spent a fortune building me a top-tier lab and a private little courtyard there.
I had zero interest in mafia business, but I loved my medical research. On that mountain, I didn’t have to worry about everyday life. I could focus completely on what I loved.
So I didn’t want a divorce. If we split, he’d probably take the mountain back.
Where else would I find a husband who could casually gift me a whole mountain?
Besides, Damian was young, ridiculously handsome, and built like a god.
Any future children of mine would already be ahead in life with a father like him.
These three years, I really had neglected him.
If the reason he wanted a divorce was our lack of intimacy…
Then I could try… being a little more proactive.
