Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

"Well, not anymore. One of them is brave enough to hide my wife and daughter. He is challenging my authority, so everyone will have to suffer until that guy's identity is revealed," Vincent murmured.

Vincent was deep in his thoughts until the driver stopped and opened the car door for him.

"Sir, we've arrived."

"Hm."

Vincent exited the car and was greeted by four maids who bowed their heads politely, "Welcome home, Sir."

...

Usually, he did not need this kind of greeting as he arrived. He didn't need it and wasn't vain enough to act like he was some kind of king.

But it felt a little empty when there was nobody who greeted him as he returned home.

'It should be Chloe's job,' Vincent posited. 'She would usually rush to greet me at the front door everytime I returned home. She acts like a cute little wife, even though she is fat and ugly.'

Of course, Vincent would ignore or straight-up insult her if he was in the mood. Calling her a perfect doormat because she acted like one, a doormat he could stomp and clean his feet on.

'Usually she would look sad and even hold back tears, because there were so many maids watching. But I know she's crying in secret,' Vincent recalled. 'Ah, good times.'

Vincent glanced at the beautiful maids that were assigned to greet him. They were young, probably not more than 25 years old, and they were trembling in shyness.

'Hmm, they're beautiful, even more than my previous condom, Priscilla...' Vincent thought. 'But...'

It was hard to admit, but Vincent truly had no lust for them right now. In fact, he had no strong desire to have sex for months.

'What I truly want to do right now... is to make that bitch give up and surrender herself in desperation. Then I will beat her until she cries and begged for her life.'

'Only with that, I can feel at east and fuck every single one of these women, like usual.'

Vincent was quite content with his life before. Too bad Chloe decided to be a bitch and ran away, 'Well, it's just a matter of time 'till she returns home with Mackie.'

Vincent entered the master bedroom. He changed into a regular white polo shirt. He headed to his private office as he still had a few documents from his old secretary, Maria.

He would rather leave the office at five and then continue his work in his private office in the mansion.

He didn't know the exact reason, but when he entered his home office and looked around the office decorated by Chloe, he felt comfortable and at ease.

'Well, it looks cheap, and doesn't show the mightiness that my family has. But it does feel homey,' Vincent commented.

He started working on a document when he heard a knock on the door.

The maid from outside opened the door and then bowed her head politely, "Sir, there is a guest insisting to meet you outside."

Vincent frowned. He didn't remember inviting anyone tonight.

"Who's the guest?"

"Ah-- um..." the maid hesitated for a moment. Because, based on Master Vincent's command a month ago, this woman wasn't allowed to enter the mansion anymore.

"Speak."

"I--It's Miss Priscilla, Sir," the maid replied. "The security guards already asked her to leave, but she insisted on staying until you accepted her in."

Vincent's expression turned ugly instantly. He was already tired of that woman after using her for four years.

Her pussy started to feel loose, and he wasn't in the mood to have sex with anyone for now.

So he simply ditched her.

'I've given her more than enough for the past four years. Her loose pussy has passed the expiration date,' Vincent thought.

"Tell her to leave--"

"VINCEEEEENTTTT!!!!"

Vincent was interrupted by the deafening scream that filled the mansion.

Priscilla broke through the barrier of maids by slapping and pushing them away, "Let me go, you bunch of peasants! I'm going to meet my boyfriend, don't you see? I AM PRISCILLA GRAY!"

The maids were also scared of this woman. Because she really looked like a crazy whore from the street.

She attacked everyone who dared to approach her and screamed rape whenever the security guards-- all men, tried to grab her arms and exposed shoulder.

Vincent sighed and told the maid in his office, "Let her in."

"Y--Yes, Master Gray."

...

"Hmph! I will fucking fire all of you for touching me! Don't you see that I will be your new mistress?!" Priscilla continued yelling at the maids who escorted her like a madwoman. She didn't even care if Vincent heard her.

In her head, she just needed to give Vincent one wink, and he would be crazy about her again. It had always been like that for the past four years.

The maids escorted Priscilla into Vincent's home office, and they left quickly.

The maid closed the door with Priscilla still yelling at them, "Ungrateful servants! I will replace all of you!"

Vincent was already glaring full of displeasure at this street whore. But he refrained from commenting because he wanted to see her next move.

Vincent coughed once to catch Priscilla's attention, and Priscilla turned around to stare at her handsome boyfriend.

Priscilla combed her hair with her fingers quickly. She strutted towards Vincent while shaking her hips left and right to create a sexy aura around her body.

Vincent watched Priscilla without any interest. His dick didn't even get hard when watching Priscilla's big tits bouncing, almost bursting out of her tight dress.

Honestly, he didn't understand what had happened to him. He used to like sucking on this woman's tits before.

But now, he felt nothing but disgust, as he found her body quite repulsive, especially when she acted like a slut in front of him.

'Has my taste changed? Usually I love looking at women who act like a whore in front of me. But now... I found them to be disgusting.'