Novel & Cerita A Wife And A Mother Game

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.

Another battlefield. And I had to play the perfect wife—while staying one step ahead.

“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.

But Mason's grip tightened. "She's not going anywhere." "Let her go, Mason." "No. This game is over. Give me back MY wife." "She's not a toy you can pass around!" "She's MY WIFE!" Mason screamed. "Mine! Not yours! MINE!" Aiden moved forward. "Let. Her. Go." "Make me." Aiden grabbed Mason's arm. Pulled him away from Grace. Mason swung at him. Missed. "You want her so bad?" Mason's voice was wild. Drunk. "You want to play husband? Fine! But she's still legally MINE! And when this is over, she's coming back to me!"

I rubbed my fingers against my temples, glancing at Isabelle as she gently sipped her tea. “Hi, Mum,” I said as I tapped the screen. “Where is your wife?!” she screamed. I gasped dramatically. Apparently, my mother was more obsessed with Isabelle than her own fucking son. I turned the phone slightly. Isabelle smiled and waved at her, way too dramatically. “Hi, Mom.” “Are you wearing Adrian’s shirt? And Adrian is shirtless—ooooohhhhhh!” my mother screamed. Isabelle and I exchanged confused glances. “Thank goodness! You guys have started making babies!”

I turned to face my mom. "I thought I told you not to set foot in my house. "Get the hell out!" I yelled. "Catalina, get out!" I can’t believe Lola is chasing her own mother out. "Your mother is my guest." "I also invited your mom to come over." Do you have a problem with that?" "This is my house, woman!" "Our house; therefore, you can’t make decisions alone; I am your wife, remember, Mr. Monroe?" What is wrong with this woman? I really can’t believe her. Does she want to play wife now? Isn’t it too late for that now? I mean, she was busy kissing that boyfriend of hers a day ago and I’m supposed to be okay that she’s playing wife now?