The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

Hannah slowly removed her white silk bathrobe while looking at Tristan with her eyes filled with burning desire.

She was thinking that there's nothing wrong with what she was about to do right now.

She recalled how Zhen-Zhen tried to seduce Andrew before. This was also part of her revenge against her. Now, it was her turn to seduce Tristan and sleep with him.

She let her robe fall on the floor, revealing her sexy figure. Her body shivered as she felt the cold air inside the room.

Tristan just remained lying on her bed, staring intently at Hannah whom he thought was Zhen-Zhen. He shook his head and blinked his eyes to clear his vision.

He was hoping that this was not his imagination. 'Am I dreaming? Why am I seeing my wife here?' Tristan pondered at that thought.

His head was still throbbing. He couldn't focus well on the woman in front of him. He rubbed his temples once more.

Hannah removed her lingerie. She was now standing in front of Tristan, naked. She slowly climbed the bed to join him. Her heart was pounding rapidly inside her chest.

"Wifey, why are you here? How did you come here? Did you use your power?" Tristan asked her curiously.

He pulled Hannah into a warm hug. He was stroking her hair.

Hannah frowned when she heard that. 'What power is he talking about?'

Hannah just stayed silent, afraid that once she spoke up Tristan would recognize that he was not his wife.

She had to admit that she loved being in his arms. Now, Tristan was hugging her bare body while stroking her hair.

"Wifey, I miss you so much!"

But Hannah's heart was being smashed whenever she would hear him calling her 'Wifey'. It was just reminding her that Lillie was the one he was seeing right now, not her.

'Please, don't speak anymore, Tristan. Don't call me your wife. I'm not your wife.'

Hannah broke the hug and she moved on top of Tristan. She pressed her forefinger on his lips, signaling him to stay quiet.

Hannah kneeled on the bed, straddling him by his waist as Tristan was under her.

Tristan wondered why Zhen-Zhen was not saying anything. He knitted his brows into a frown. He felt strange.

Though his body felt so hot as if he was craving to touch and be touched by his wife because of longing, his body was surprisingly not responding even though Zhen-Zhen was above him in her nakedness.

He should be aroused by now but he couldn't feel anything.

'What's wrong with me? Did I lose my function down there? No Way!' Tristan began to panic.

Unknown to Tristan, though his eyes were seeing Zhen-Zhen, his body could recognize the real Zhen-Zhen.

He was making love only to her several times that he already lost count of how many times they did it so his body already familiarized Zhen-Zhen's warmth and touch.

His body was not responding to Hannah because she felt different from the real Zhen-Zhen.

Hannah didn't waste more time as she lifted the hem of Tristan's shirt, removing his clothes. Tristan obeyed and just let her do it.

He was still trying to figure out what's wrong with him. He knew he wanted his wife but now that she's in front of him, his body was not reacting at all.

Hannah started to make a move, kissing Tristan on his jaw going down. Tristan just closed his eyes. The moment he did that he felt more strange.

With his closed eyes, he could no longer see Zhen-Zhen's face. The woman touching him right now felt really different from his wife as if she's not Zhen-Zhen. That's what he realized when Tristan closed his eyes.

Hannah just continued kissing Tristan on his neck, nibbling and sucking on his skin. She wondered if Tristan was liking and enjoying this.

She saw him closing his eyes so she assumed that Tristan was feeling good because of her advances. She wanted to pleasure him and make him feel her love for him.

Her hands were roaming around his body, caressing him while her lips continued showering his body with kisses.

She moved her lips on his chest, sucking his nipple but Tristan was like a robot, not making any sound.

Hannah was also wondering about Tristan's reaction. He should be making a move now, or at least moan or groan if he was feeling good. But she failed to get any reaction from him.

But this was not the time to get discouraged. Hannah planted soft kisses from his chest going down his abdomen.

Hannah paused for a moment when she saw the garter of his trouser.

'This is it, Hannah. There's no backing down now. He is the man you love, your first love. There's nothing wrong to have him once,' She reminded herself, strengthening her resolve.

Hannah exhaled deeply before reaching out to his trousers. But the moment she was about to take it off, two hands caught her arms.

When she looked up, she saw Tristan looking at her with his dark expression. Then she felt his hand gripping her tightly.

,m 'Why is he looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong? Don't he like it?' Hannah watched him in confusion.

Tristan pushed her away from his body as he tried to get up. "You are not my wife! You are not my Zhen-Zhen!" He snarled at her.

Hannah's frown deepened. Tristan mentioned another name. "Who is Zhen-Zhen?" she asked him quizically.

But Tristan just ignored her. He get off the bed immediately and picked up his clothes. His head was still aching.

"Stay away from me!" Tristan yelled at her when she tried to get closer to him.

Hannah didn't know what's happening. She thought Tristan could see her as his wife but how come he could tell she's not Lillie. She felt alarmed when she saw Tristan walking away going to the door. He was leaving.

Hannah dashed in his direction and hugged him from behind to stop him. "Tristan, where are you going? Please stay. I'm… I'm your wife!" Hannah tried to trick him.

Tristan yanked her hands that were wrapping his waist and he turned around to face her.

"Hannah! Stop this. You will never be my wife. Zhen- I mean Lillie. She's my only wife. And I love her so much. I will never betray her."