A Wife And A Mother Game Novels & Stories

Pinned down, I could only raise my head to lock eyes with Krystal as blood trailed along my lips. “Krystal, you promised to love and protect me for so long as we shall live. Is this what your word is worth?” Keeping her face deadpan, Krystal said callously, “You got it coming for attacking your father-in-law and talking smack about your wife.” With Krystal speaking up, the Markham extended family echoed her sentiment. “It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?”

The court credited Mother’s inpatient treatment and placed Father on probation, allowing Sofia to remain with him under child welfare supervision. Father visited many times and asked her to come home. She refused each time. “I created that game and kept it going for ten years. I need to stay here and accept treatment.” Father had to raise Sofia alone. He threw away every remaining stick and ended all games based on winning and losing. The first time Sofia brought him a new wooden box, he pulled her into his arms. “You never have to win my love. Our old rules hurt Elena, and they hurt you too.” He held her shoulders and looked into her eyes.

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

Inside, whispers followed them, like a leech. William walked straight to the center of the room, stopping in front of the board directors, shareholders, old business allies. He looked at them all. “Ladies and gentlemen, meet my wife.” There was Gasps,murmurs, whispers and stare.l Kate felt the heat rushing to her face. One of the board members blinked. “Your… wife?” “Yes,” William said steadily. “We’ve kept it private. For personal reasons. But it’s time to change that.” An older woman stepped forward. William’s mother. Her lips were tight. Her eyes are sharp.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

Her emotions are so out of touch with reality, and her life is so empty and meaningless that she finds excitement in making life a game and using the people around her as pawns. The way she admires Nikolai is the same as how some kid finds their new favorite toy. Nikolai refuses to play that role. “Leave me out of that list. I am already married.” “Oh, really?” She seemed unfazed, her tone dangerously interested in what she heard. Nick somehow felt that giving that information out was not the right thing to do. “That’s interesting. Your mother did not tell me that recently when you knew; she told me I was the most suitable bride for you.”

A loud slam was heard from the corridor, followed by the familiar howl of my mother-in-law. I jolted and realized that I had been reborn! There was no time for me to rejoice as I ran straight to the door. My mother-in-law was convulsing, and there was a huge hole behind her head from slamming right into a corner of the stairs. Blood was gushing out of it. "Hang on, Mom! I'll get someone to save you!"

It dripped with sarcasm and just a tinge of anger. “I’m here to see my wife. Is that a problem?” Mason responded. My wife. Funny how the first time I had ever heard him call me “wife” was the time I actually wasn’t. “Really?” Raiden smirked. “Then what on earth did Florence, Anna, and I celebrate a few nights ago? Was it not the end of this disastrous marriage?” I knew he was toying with him. We hadn’t celebrated anything, but Mason wouldn’t know that. I turned to look at my ex-husband—he was all but ripping Raiden’s head off his body.

“I am not ready.” I made her wait until I was done foaming the body wash on her delicate shoulders, then I gathered her hair in my fists and applied shampoo. When my silence greeted her, she looked at me over her shoulder. Her pissed face and red angry eyes glared at me. “If you want a child so much then why don’t you fuck some other woman and build a family with her. Why are you so adamant on tormenting me? First you stalked me, married me against my will and now you want to impose a child on me?” She blurted. Her lips wobbled. “I am your wife for fucks sake not a damn breeder.” Her eyes full of sweet anger. I agonised day and night to see her emotions other than fear—even if it was her ang

“You’re blaming me?” Luther tilted his head, stepping closer to the table, his eyes unreadable but his voice sharp. “You poisoned her first chance to prove herself. You think I don’t know how this house works? You think I don’t know what kind of games go on when I’m not around?” “She’s not a wife,” Mother snapped. “She’s a mistake. One that wears your shirt like it’s a crown and walks around like she owns this house— Simply because she's your wife." Mother snapped, but there was a hint of a crack in her voice.