Novel & Cerita A Wife And A Mother Game

"Mom, Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Hart, say something!" She'd completely crossed the line. Wilson's face darkened as he forced down his anger. "Raina, your mom and I can still see straight. We know very well who Rowan's fiancee is!" My parents nodded in agreement. "Elara is the fiancee Rowan chose," my dad said firmly.

She wiped her tears and nodded again. Liam waited until I seemed calmer, then suddenly made a run for the door. Like I'd let him escape. The moment he moved, I lunged forward and slammed him back down. I kicked him hard and yelled, "You scumbag! How dare you threaten my wife! And now you're trying to run?" Liam crouched on the floor with his hands over his head, taking every hit and every shout. When I finally got tired, he dropped to his knees and banged his head against the floor, begging, "I swear I didn't know she was your wife. I had no idea. Please let me go!"

"She's basically inhuman. Her daughter was in critical condition, her dad died in an accident, and her husband had heart problems, yet she was still out there, having fun with her side piece. Does she have any shred of humanity left?" "If she never loved her husband, why get married in the first place?" "Why do I feel like that other man looks kind of familiar…" The once-joyous wedding venue had turned into a total disaster zone. I didn't just expose the videos—I also hired people to completely trash the place. The friends who'd come to celebrate all slipped away with their heads down, and many of them gave Janice looks full of contempt, especially the company's business partners.

When your son's bedtime stories came from mommy because daddy was always at another business dinner? "Ladies." I forced a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "If you'll excuse me, I have another appointment." "Of course! Don't let us keep you from that perfect life of yours!" Mrs. Whitmore's laugh tinkled like breaking champagne flutes. I made it to the elevator before the words really hit. Perfect life. They saw what I let them see. The authentic Sera Blackwood, wife of Jonathan Blackwood, old money, new success. Mother to Oliver, the sweetest eight year old who still believed in magic and happy endings. Part-time art authenticator who worked "for fun" because surely Jonathan pr

"Son you know you can't get everything without a wife" mother said which I don't know why she's suffering herself over the will that am not interested in "But mom I have no girlfriend nor a fiance and you're talking about a wife. How is that possible?" I questioned not understanding her "We need someone to pretend to be your wife and get the will that's all after everything you both go on your way no string attached" she simply stated "In exchange of what?" I asked because every girl I know will asked for something in returned

A mechanical voice sounded, "Welcome to the Family of Four game instance. Please play your role as "Mom." "Clear condition: Survive 10 days and safely board the plane back to the real world. Players: 100. Survivors: 100. "Your real-world body is currently in a vegetative state. Only clearing the game will wake you. Death in-game means real death. Enjoy your stay." I was a housewife on my way back from grocery shopping when the car accident happened. When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world.

Giselle’s pov. There are a lot of things I hate, I hate my mother-in-law who only knows how to berate me for being sickly, I hate the maids who gossip hateful things about me and most importantly, I hate myself for having a weak heart. I should be selfish for once and hate my husband but I don’t, I love him. My husband doesn’t butt in whenever his mother insults me at the dinner table, my sister calls him a mommy boy but I beg to differ. He isn’t a mommy boy, he just doesn’t care.

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

I haven't been able to concentrate because of my thoughts moving between Adrian and Aldric but right now, I just want to win even if it's one game and shove it right into their face. “Alright Martha, let's play but this time we'll pick.” “Okay.” Martha said as we made our way back the gaming room, “pick,” “Cards.” I said, Aldric's mother just stood next to me without saying anything, “Let's make one thing clear, if I win just one game we become winners tonight.” Everyone laughed since it has been impossible for us to win even one game. “Sure, sweet heart. I would even give you guys a spot in the VIP room,” she laughed, “But if you lose, you won't step foot in girls game night ever again.”