Novel & Cerita A Wife And Mother Fan Fiction

A slow, condescending smile curved her lips as she looked down at me, her eyes dripping with sheer contempt. "You really believe you're playing the devoted mother now, don't you, Abigail?" Vienna purred, her voice dropping into a dangerous, weaponized whisper. "It’s tragic, really. You wake up with a blank brain, put on a sweet little smile, and pretend the last ten years never happened." "I am her mother," I declared fiercely, holding my ground. "And I am Liam's wife." Vienna let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed off the high ceilings. "Wife? You are a temporary glitch in the system, Abigail. A broken woman living on borrowed time. You need to step back and stay away from Liam before y

Yadav's PoV 'Dear Sumathi, You might have known me as a stubborn, angry, egoistic man. You are not wrong. That is what I wanted you guys to think. You know I am a doctor right? That is the main reason I lost my loving wife soon after your husband,my son was born. I married Sheila, a nurse in the hospital I was working at. She is not his mother but a step mother. A step mother with all the characters of a typical step mother.

--- The Real Problem Because last night changed something important. Before the leak— I was falling for Xavier carefully. Now? I know he’s already falling too. And somehow that makes this whole situation scarier. --- My Phone Vibrates Again Another message. Another headline. Another opinion from strangers who know nothing. --- The Comments > She trapped him. She’s getting paid to play wife. Of course the romance was fake. No billionaire falls for an assistant. --- Pain That last one hurts the most. Because some insecure part of me still whispers: Maybe they’re right.

My Mother’s Young Husband Chapter 1: The Man My Mother Could Never Handle I never expected to hate my mother’s new husband so quickly. Or want him even more. My name is Mia and I am twenty years old. Mom got married again three weeks ago to a man named Victor. He is only twenty nine — just nine years older than me. Tall, muscular, with sharp jawline, dark eyes, and a deep voice that makes my stomach tighten every time he speaks. Mom is forty five and looks proud to have such a young, hot husband. She keeps touching his arm and laughing too loudly around him.

"Everyone tells me stories about my life, but they don't feel real. It's like I'm living someone else's existence." I pulled her into my arms, feeling her pregnant belly press against me. "You're Vivian Morrison," I said gently. "My wife. The mother of our children. The woman I love. That's all you need to be. My mom just got back. She'd be here tomorrow, okay? You guys have always been best buds.”

“Sorry, Mother. You won’t.” I bit back my retort that I would never be okay with this union. It was a losing battle. I knew it, my friends knew it, and my family knew it. I wasn’t getting out of this marriage. No matter how much I tried. In four months time, I would be married to Jennifer Sinclair. Model, Princess of the Sinclair Group, blue blood and the match my mother and father dreamed I would have.

“We are strongest together. That’s what he’s attacking. Not just our company….us. So we fight as us. Not just business partners. Husband and wife. Mom and Dad. Family.” Bella looked at him and saw the man she fell in love with years back and still the same one she is in love with now, the one who stayed, the one who tried, the one who loved her even when things were hard. Some of the tightness in her chest loosened.

Looking so much like my wife, it nearly doubled me over. But as we spent time together, I discovered she was nothing like Corinne. Her Mother loved fucking, but there was nothing sensual about her. Audrey slowly drew me into her web; I'm sure she'd have taken all the time she needed. Her Mom loved the show, and her favorite times were the times we had group sex. I never enjoyed it, but I did it for her. I loved my wife that much.

I finally stopped sulking and put in the work to keep the restaurant afloat. "Your mom's husband is hot." Anne teased when she came over to help me do a make over in my room. Since Italy didn't work out for me might as well make Sicily work out for me. I was changing the colors on my childhood bedroom to white and she was helping. Well, not exactly the help I need, since she was busy ogling at Gus through the window much to my dismay. "Do you think he is ready to move or he is devoted to your mom and won't look at another woman down to his dying days."

“You seem shocked , well let me break the bad news to you Rissa , I know that you have been screwing my husband all along “ Mom's words dropped a bombshell on my heart , I didn’t want to believe what I had just heard , no matter how much I tried to , I still couldn’t get the words together . “ what did she mean by she knew that I was screwing shuan . “You know what Rissa , I am your mother and trust me when I say that I notice everything about you and even the slightest changes I notice them too . The first day you met shuan , I saw the way you looked at him and the way that you wanted him. I could see it in your eyes . Well I had just gotten the news that I couldn’t gave babies so it was ea