Jessica stepped forward, her hips swaying with that confident, playful stride of hers, her eyes scanning the new faces—Polina, Alisa, Irene, Diana, and Katerina—with a smirk that spoke volumes.
"Husband," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement, "you found so many new sisters while you were away?" Her fingers tapped her chin as she pretended to count, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Eight more? Impressive."
Polina's eyes widened like saucers, her gaze darting between Jessica, the other women, and me, her face flushing a deep crimson. "N-No, it's not—!" she stammered, her hands clenching at her sides as she took an involuntary step back, bumping into Alisa, who looked just as stunned.
Irene crossed her arms, her expression unreadable, but the way her fingers dug into her own skin betrayed her nerves.
Diana and Katerina exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with disbelief, as if they'd just walked into a room full of predators and realized they were the prey.
