All Chapters of HIS SECRET WIFE: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The noodles nearly choked me, bent over my tiny trash can, bowl of noodles in my hand while weeping out a storm. Noodles were the only thing I could keep down and could afford. One bowl per day to keep me alive. Fuck, I was such a mess, weeping even harder and I am sure the sound could be heard through the paper thin walls. At that point the noodles were being marinated by my tears. I finally finished the bowl, sniffling as I moved to the tiny sink which was barely holding it together. I washed and dried the bowl, stuffing it in the cardboard before wiping my face. I hoped that crying session was enough because I had tutoring sessions in a few minutes. I would not have survived without my English tutoring jobs. I had spent the last of my savings buying a good computer, microphone, and a desk so I could apply to teach English online. It was bringing in enough money to support myself and send to my brother for Blue. But I had to take in more students now, I had to prepare for August.

This is Neria and Ryan’s story (His innocent wife). I changed the title. It will be short and fast-paced. Book tropes: Marriage of convenience, pregnancy, love after marriage, mafia, grief, dark romanceTrigger warnings: Violence, dark romance, rough sexual content Neria’s P.O.V. I was out of it, feeling like an out-of-body experience. The voices became a blur all around me as my friends got ready. I was already dressed, seated down on the vanity as one of my best friends did my makeup. She stepped back, staring at my reflection. She had gotten creative with the blue glitter on my face. As I stared, I saw the reflection of my other three best friends as they laughed and pulled on what they would wear. No makeup would make me that attractive. I knew my place in this world and with my friends too. I cursed myself for agreeing to this outing. I cursed myself again for being silly, I should have been grateful. “You look pretty Neria,” Hanna said cheerfully, straightening up. She tur

I heard car tires, and soon I was flipped and thrown. I screamed so loud I was sure my chords tore. Instead of hitting the ground, I was thrown into a car, awkwardly being stuck between the seats. I moved to try and pull myself out of the painful position. By the time I was able to pull myself out, and sit back, the doors were already closed and the car was moving. My head was so heavy, and everything was a blur. I looked around in panic, wondering how I got here. The voice in my head kept screaming that I should not let them take me to a second location, but I was like a fish out of water, barely catching my breath, fear so intense it left me fighting a sob, shaking, and gaping at the horror. “Please,” I pleaded, clasping my hands together, the tears bridging over my lids and slowly slid down. “Please,” it felt like I was pleading with my soul. “Shhh…” The man said, holding out his finger to shush me up. My mouth immediately closed, staring at him through my glassy eyes. In my

Wet, sticky, and smelling of sex. Both heaving heavily, paralyzed, tangled, and spread out on the bed. I could still feel my pussy drip with both our cum. I couldn’t think, couldn’t move. All I could do was just lay there and close my eyes, so I did. My hearing slowly came back, hearing nothing but my heavy breaths. In all that, my heart finally calmed, exhaustion hitting home, and fatigue. I was too tired to fight it, letting myself slip away until everything was dark. I groaned, someone was shaking me. My eyes slowly peeled open, seeing darkness. At first I just stared, wondering what was happening, wondering why my body hurt so much. The shake came again, pulling me further awake. I was so tired, and wanted to go back to sleep. “You need to go, miss,” came a voice, male.My eyes flew wide open and for a split second I adjusted to the darkness then saw the figure standing next to the bed. Fear immediately consumed me. I tried to sit up but, fuck, I was so sore. Then I felt so

I could not hide from the world on Tuesday. I felt as if everyone could see what I had done on the weekend, felt as if it was branded on my forehead, and the shame left my head hung all day. I kept to myself, scared of even the words I could utter. And while I slept at night, I could feel him in me. I dreamt of him, and craved for him. I had this burning desire to live through the night again and be devoured by him. If there was anyone who deserved to be struck by lightning, it was me! By Thursday I felt as if I would combust. Over the days I had written 8 songs and made demos which I sent to the label I sold my songs to. I had sang my heart out but the boulder still sat in my chest. I was going to go insane and I needed to talk to someone. I stared at my friends and I’s group chat. No one had written since Saturday afternoon. It was impossible that my four best friends weren’t talking to each other. I knew they had another group chat without me where they were probably talking mo