A Wife And A Mother Game の小説・ストーリー

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

“Looking at you, I am guessing I won. You see, this game was not for you to play. Now the rightful owner of the thrown has claimed it back. Thank you for giving me what was mine in the first place,” “Won? Game? I didn’t realise I was a participant. What are we? Five-year-olds playing house? Monica, you may think you have won or think you are better than me, but you will never achieve being his wife. Do you think I am intimidated by your “career woman” standards, click clanking high heels on my marble floor, look phenomenal, and look down on me because I am a housewife? You don’t scare me because I can get that too, but do you have what it takes to be Chase’s wife? Chase will regret ever leav

The unknown man’s hardened thing sprang out to their view and his wife looked all giddy and excited as she caught hold of it and greedily sucked it to her mouth like it was her life-saving straw. “Look at your slutty mom! She doesn’t even have the interest to suckle mine but chose to suck another man’s c*ck! How dare she!” The man clenched his fist as well as his jaws while watching his wife’s infidelity unfold. He was observing them intently with his sharp eyes. They could see from their position how her mother smiled affectionately at the man, bent eagerly her body, and lifted her dress upwards then the man pushed down her fabrics to her knees and shoved his hard thing from behind of her m

I just watched my husband's casket disappear into the dirt, and she is already carving up his memory for profit. "Is everyone’s life just a pawn in your game? If you think I’m going to go out, have a secret affair like you did, and produce a child just to sustain your goddamn lie, you are dead wrong! I’ve been your puppet for years, but this is the end. My husband will not be an instrument for your sick agenda!" The words are barely out of my mouth before Mom is up. She moves in a lethal blur. The crack of her palm against my cheek echoes like a gunshot.

"Acquiring a gaming company has to do with my wife, too. I want to develop a game that my wife likes and exclusively for female players. Even in virtual reality, I don't want any men to get close to my wife." He mentioned his wife with every sentence. His deep affection for her made countless people stop to watch the interview. "Mr. Reed treats his wife so well. I can't even imagine how happy she must be, falling asleep and waking up with such a man by her side," one of them murmured.

"If I say it—or your parents—no one buys it. They'll think we're covering for her and feel bad for you. But if it's you, they'll believe it." She got the logic. Didn't mean she liked it. She sneered. "I said—why would I?" She was the real daughter, but her parents picked Alice every time. She was the wife, but Jared's heart? Always Alice's. She lost everything—yet somehow Alice stayed the victim, shoving her out of her own life. Jared's expression turned cold. "Fine. I get it. You don't do favors for free." He tugged at his tie. "How about this—help Alice, and I'll finally do my husbandly duty."

Ma warned, her expression becoming taut as she swept her assessing eyes down my body. At her words, a devious idea sprouted to life in my head, blossoming into something that could possibly save me from this. Masking my malevolent grin with a saccharine tone, I cooed, "Of course not, Ma. Tonight will go exactly as planned." What my mother didn't know was, tonight would play out according to my plan and not hers. Let the mating game begin.

it again for the next one." Rachel's eyes widened in horror. "Next one?!" Nathan wisely changed the subject as his family dissolved into laughter and teasing around them. But his attention remained fixed on Rachel, on the way the lights caught in her hair, on the tear tracks drying on her cheeks, on the absolute wonder in her eyes as she gazed down at their daughter. "I'm a mom," she whispered, as if she could hardly believe it. Her voice broke. "And you're a dad. Isn't that crazy?" Nathan threaded their fingers together, his other hand coming up to cradle Isabella's tiny head. "No," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "It's not crazy. It's just... beautiful." He swallowed ha

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"What is going on?!" Sinead's mother was the first to run forward. "Sinead, are you alright? Jesse, what are you doing?" I had no choice but to let Margaret leave first. "This is a family matter, and it's a little complicated." She left. Then, I brought Sinead and her parents upstairs. There was no helping it. Some things had to be explained sooner or later. On the way up, Sinead's mother kept complaining. "How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?"