Aggressive Wife Novel Novels & Stories

With this anger, he faced Jane and lashed out at her “Woman, I’m very familiar with this trick of yours. Many shameless woman like you had also claimed that I’m their husband in the past. Do you want me to show you how ruthless I can be to a woman as shameless as yourself, trying to steal another's husband in broad daylight?”

After taking the hit from me, Dennis yelled to the crowd, “Seize the disrespectful jerk now!” Outnumbered and overwhelmed, I was quickly held down by the Markham extended family. Dennis smacked me across the face several times and grabbed a handful of my hair, snarling, “My family basically took you in when you married my daughter. It’s bad enough that you have no respect for us, but you even attacked me. You don’t deserve to be part of my family!” A sharp pain shot through my scalp. Pinned down, I could only raise my head to lock eyes with Krystal as blood trailed along my lips.

“Until I stopped letting him steal my money? Until I stopped being convenient?” “You were nothing!” Spittle flew from her mouth. “A pathetic little orphan playing dress-up in a life you didn’t deserve. Adrian was mine! He’s always been mine!” She seemed borderline crazy,as if she were on the verge of losing it. Just how obsessed were they with having control over my life?. A crowd was forming. I recognized people from Vale Company. From other buildings. All watching. Recording. Good. Let them see. “ he was yours?” I said quietly, “Why did he propose to me?”

She flirts with my husband, although she's aware that Drake was my husband. “You better get out from my house or everything would be late.” Drake threatened her that makes Agatha's tears to fall from her eyes. The way she looked at me, I'm certain that she's raging in anger. She has no rights to act like that in front of me because in the first place, I should be the one to be mad with her. “No, Drake. I will stay in here and that woman should be the one to leave.” Agatha stated and was attempting to flounder, but Drake's friends never release her hand. I cross my arms towards her while lifting my brows on her.

She slowly stood up, fixed her dress, and walk toward me at the table. "Hmm, Javen you are so workaholic. Your company is very richly successful and yet you work so hard. Maybe you can accompany me to visit the beautiful places here in the city," Roselle coquettishly said as she sat on my swivel's chair arm and put her arms around my neck. I cringed with her touch and this action of Roselle did not miss Jade's glaring eyes. My little wife suddenly rose up from the couch walk toward us without her shoes, and abruptly pulled Roselle from being seated beside me. My mouth is agape as I was so surprised by my wife's action, she is bullying!

She gave birth to the two babies two months ago only, but her body is still so flawless. “I think you want me to tear them off. Right?” I ask, approaching her with a smirk on my face. “You caught me, baby.” She winks at me, grasping my hand and yanking me down. “I want you fucking so wild with me today as a reward, husband.” She whispers in my ear, encircling her arms around my neck. I know how much my Wife loves wild and aggressive sex, and I’ll give her exactly that. In fact, a lot more than that today for sure because I’m so fucking hard right now.

I took a step forward, raised my head, and said challengingly, as I pointed my finger at his chest, “It’s. Not. Your. Business! Mind your life and don’t interfere with mine.” He held both my hands before my chest and growled, “Do I need to remind you that you’re my wife?” “How? By forcing me to bed?” I spat with hatred. He glared into my eyes as if confused, then said with fury, “Yes, if I have to!” “You’re as ever—vicious and ruthless. Can’t you understand that I hate you?” I screamed at him, my chest heaving with anger. I pulled my hands from his grip and turned to open the door for him when my gaze fell on shopping bags and boxes.

It was that look that left me weak every single time and I immediately tensed up at the sight of it. "What's wrong?" I stood up, already bracing for whatever was coming. With Cathy, there was always something. "What's wrong?" Cathy repeated, her voice dripping with venom. "Your wife, that's what's wrong. Your wife was absolutely vicious to Vivienne today in a music shop downtown," Cathy exclaimed, practically frothing at the mouth with anger. My jaw tightened. "Vicious? Sera?" That was a word that I never imagined would be associated with my wife's name.

"You too. I am asking you both nicely to leave. And mother, I think I remember telling you to leave me and my wife out of your business?" "She.." He cuts her off by raising his free hand to her face. She cowers back, and he drops his hand. "I don't mean to be disrespectful, but I will tell you again, leave my wife in peace. You two should leave." One thing that is evident in this woman, is that she is one high-and-mighty arrogant woman. She doesn't wait to be intimidated and she doesn't beg. She pulls herself from her husband's hold, and she vividly stomps out. Did I also say that she is hot-tempered? That is so obvious.

“You fucking squirt.” His wife, Mrs Walter, chooses that exact moment to come out of their room, draped in a floor length silk gown and carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and her phone in the other. Fear grips me. She’s never caught her husband fucking me before even though she must know he does occasionally, and at the moment, I’m beginning to worry for my life because I know just how dangerous she can be. Her husband doesn’t seem to share in my worry however. He continues to slam me against the wall with the force of his hard drives.