The change in Sarah's life was staggering.
Just weeks ago, she had been a good wife, bound to a dull marriage with a man who she thought she would live with for the rest of her life, living a life that she thought was already perfect.
But everything changed during that night when she kissed Ross.
She never imagined anything different, never dared to think she could escape.
And now—now she belonged to a man like Ross.
With Ross, she experienced passion that consumed her whole body.
His wealth meant she wanted for nothing—luxury, comfort, endless indulgence.
His dominance made her feel alive, desired in a way she had never known.
And his cock—huge, powerful, used with skill that made her body scream for more—sealed her fate.
After tasting Ross, she could never go back. She didn't want to go back.
Every time he entered her, every time his voice growled her name, every time he made her beg for more, Sarah fell deeper under his spell.
Ross wasn't just her lover—he was her addiction, her obsession, her new reality.
What more could a woman ask for?
Her man was rich, commanding, charming, and he possessed the one thing her husband never could: the ability to make her feel like the only woman in the world while breaking her with pleasure at the same time.
Sarah was living the dream, and deep down, she knew the truth—this wasn't just a dream.
This was her new life, and there was no turning back.
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By the end of 2044, Ross made it official—he married Sarah.
The wedding was grand, a dazzling event that seemed less like a ceremony and more like a coronation.
Every guest, every attendant, every wife already in Ross's vast household could see the pride in his eyes as he placed the ring on Sarah's finger.
For Sarah, it felt like stepping into a dream, one so surreal that her past life—the dull marriage, the weak husband, the loneliness of her old home—was little more than a fading blur.
By then, she had all but forgotten that man's name.
The honeymoon lasted an entire month, a month Sarah would remember for the rest of her life.
They traveled across private islands, luxury resorts, and palaces that Ross either owned outright or had reserved exclusively for them.
But no matter how extravagant the surroundings were, Sarah's focus was always on him.
Ross didn't just take her body—he took her soul.
Each day, she woke to his presence beside her, his lips against her skin, his voice promising her another day of ecstasy.
Each night, she was overwhelmed anew by his strength, his stamina, his sheer ability to make her scream, moan, and beg for more.
In that one month, Sarah learned what it meant to be utterly possessed by a man.
When the honeymoon ended and she finally returned home, Sarah was introduced to the full breadth of Ross's world.
She had known about his other women, of course—everyone did—but knowing and experiencing were two very different things.
The harem was vast, filled with breathtakingly beautiful wives who seemed more like goddesses than mortals.
Some were graceful and elegant, others fiery and bold, but all of them carried a glow about them, the unmistakable mark of being Ross's women.
At first, Sarah felt nervous. How could she compare?
How could she, a woman who once belonged to a mediocre man, ever stand equal among such dazzling beauties?
But her doubts dissolved almost immediately.
Ross didn't allow insecurity to take root.
He claimed her openly, passionately, with the same fire he had shown since the first night he took her.
He never allowed her to feel lesser; instead, he made it clear to her, to his wives, and to the world that Sarah was his woman—and therefore special.
When he held her in front of the others, when he whispered in her ear, when he made her moan loud enough that the rest of the household could hear, it was more than intimacy.
It was a declaration.
And then she began to see how he lived.
Ross's life seemed impossible to human understanding.
Forty wives.
Over thirty children.
A business empire that spanned the globe. Wealth that could buy nations.
And yet, he was always there—always present, always strong.
He never faltered, never forgot a detail.
He remembered which child preferred strawberry ice cream over vanilla, which wife liked roses more than lilies, which birthday was coming next.
He juggled boardrooms and bedrooms with equal mastery, conquering both without strain.
He never neglected a wife, no matter how many there were.
Each woman got her turn, each woman was fucked thoroughly, passionately, and left with trembling legs and a smile of contentment.
To them, Ross wasn't just a husband—he was the axis their lives spun around.
Sarah often lay awake at night, staring at the man beside her, wondering how such a thing was possible.
How could one man carry so much?
How could he bear the weight of forty wives, thirty-plus children, countless companies, and still have the time, energy, and focus to make each of them feel cherished?
The answer came every time Ross touched her. He wasn't just a man.
He was something greater. A force. A legend.
And Sarah felt herself changing. The timid housewife who once feared scandal was gone.
In her place stood a woman who basked in power, in luxury, in endless pleasure.
With Ross, she had no regrets, no doubts, no longing for the past.
Her only fear was losing him—because now that she had tasted this life, she knew she could never live without it.
When she stood among his other wives, watching Ross laugh with his children before pulling her close to steal a kiss, Sarah realized something profound.
She hadn't just married Ross Oakley.
She had married a man destined to be remembered for generations.
And she would be remembered too—not as someone's discarded wife, but as the woman who had the fortune, the blessing, the fate, to become his.