About

Fred Damon was a notorious man in the world of crime. He was known for his cruelty and unforgiving cold, to the point that it was enough to terrorize the bravest of men. He spent his whole life on the edge of the abyss. Fred owned a vast empire extending from northern Spain to southern Mexico, which he inherited from his father, who died during a criminal operation, leaving behind a sprawling empire. Fred took over the reins of the empire while still a young man. But he was no stranger to this world. As the years passed, his reputation spread far and wide, and the mere mention of his name was enough to strike fear into the hearts of many. However, amidst all the chaos that filled his life, there was one woman who somehow became his only weakness: his wife, the lover he was literally addicting to, a woman seven years his junior, whom they had married only a few months before. Despite the cruelty he was known for, he was a completely different person with her. He loved her deeply, and treated her with tenderness and protection. He paid attention to the smallest details, as if her safety had become more important than his own. Her family did not approve of the marriage, but they chose not to interfere in her private life. Fred owned four well-known companies. These companies were legitimate fronts that concealed his other activities and maintained the image he wanted to project. Four months after their wedding, Farid was invited by his family. He initially refused, but after she insisted on meeting them, he agreed. (He held a large wedding, but only a few members of his family attended.) On Thursday, he took her to a palace. They entered the hall, and she did not leave him for a moment, nor did his hand leave her waist. She was not allowed to go anywhere alone. After he greeted some of her family members, they sat at the family table, which was a long table around which a family gathered, and he was sitting next to her, very close to her. He put his hand on her waist, and kissed her shoulder that was visible from under her dress, without shame or concern for the looks of others, and whispered in a deep, sharp voice, with his lips on her neck: “I’m thinking about taking you and leaving. I have more important matters than all this noise.” He closed his eyes, inhaling her scent like an addict. He whispered in her ear as he lowered his hand to her thigh: “Your scent is driving me crazy. How can I sit here in silence?” Hafto's phone rang on the table. He turned his head away from her slightly to read the caller's name. He took the phone and stood quietly. “I have an important call for a few seconds and I’ll be back,” he said, holding your hand. He directed his speech to his family members. He wrapped his hand around her waist and led her out of the hall and into the gate corridor. It took a long time, about twenty minutes. In the hall doorway, there was a loud wet sound, not a light sound. Fred was pinning his wife to the wall. His hand was on her waist, pinning her to the wall, kissing her passionately. They were devouring him, his hand moving from her upper waist a little and then returning to its place, and the hair on the front became scattered.