Aggressive Wife Novel Novels & Stories

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

I watched her keenly as I sipped from my glass, savoring it on my tongue before drawing my lips in to finish off the taste. “Why are you suddenly so agitated to bring him down?” “Isn’t that what you want? I mean it’s what we both want.” She gave a casual shrug. “It is, but you’re a little more enthusiastic than usual. I’m guessing he struck a nerve.” I raised a brow, Her jaw was clenched in anger, “What did he say to you, Cassidy?” She moved away from me and towards my open window. “I’m just mad, that even with all I did. He still cares about that bitch, I listed my price so I could end all these. For a moment, I could see that he wanted to do it. And all for what, some common girl he picke

“My late ex husband, Noah Shaw, he was a very terrible man. A bully. He would beat me up for not having his meals ready at exactly six pm, and he would hit me with a belt for not having a spread out on the table for him, and that only happened when I was sick. He would also cheat on me, and he treated me worse than dirt beneath his usually doesn’t shoes. You can’t imagine.” Delilah shook her head. “How can a person be that cruel to his own wife?” “Oh, that was not even all. He refused to allow us to have children! He made me act all prim and proper and treated me like a child. He cheated multiple times and would still come back to me to break things and complain and transfer aggression. I st

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.

She was about to slap me but a hand blocked it. "I know she's stupid, but you can't touch her. Even your fingertips." Zach said coldly. while intently looking at his Mom. "Stop your craziness Mom! You just hate everything. I'm not happy with what you're up to. You have no right to treat Kimora like this. She's my wife and no one can hurt my wife without my permission!" Zach pulled me away so I could do nothing. I wanted to pull Athena’s hair but I knew I wasn’t in a position to do that. I was just a humble poor and married to a rich and handsome man. And also lived in a Mafia Family.

The second husband licked her with greater intent, two fingers sliding inside to curl against the front wall, the wet sounds of his mouth on her clit rising under the louder, filthier rhythm of the fucking happening on the couch. They shifted without discussion into a loose, open square on the large rug. The men swapped positions. The first husband settled between the second wife’s open legs and drove into her pussy with a raw, uninhibited thrust that made her cry out. The second husband covered the first wife at the same moment, pushing into her soaked cunt in one continuous motion until he was buried to the root. The novelty of the new bodies—the different tightness, the different angle, t

His ex-wife was her opposite, strong, opposes to his words and when she makes him angry, he transfers the aggression to the woman in front of him. Tonight, he wanted her body, all to himself. She gives all the pleasure and esctasy his wife cannot offer him. He stuck his other hand in his pant goading his dick and flirtly said; "Care to play?" She shook her head sobbing softly as she couldn't bear the sight of him. Her body shook. She folded her lips, panic flushes through her. Her rejection certainly means her death. He was definitely mad at her for not giving a reply yet.

, she said with gritted teeth flashing a tight smile but her eyes throwed draggers towards her. That hot chick instantly apologised in fear for her absolute waste trying on her husband. As it didn’t make her grab his attention but definitely his wife’s which was not good for her job or life. Huffing in annoyance she crossed her arms against her chest and looked out again in the process of calming herself.

I said hoping he was smart enough to hear the sarcasm in my voice. "Vivian Moore isn't it? How is Mr Moore?" He asked and my heart skipped a beat. I cleared my throat before I spoke. "Keep my husband out of this matter, this is between me and you," I clarified and he laughed. "It wasn't between you and my mistress was it?" He asked. "She almost killed someone I considered like a sister, she had dirt on her hands, my husband doesn't even know how to hold a gun,"I said. Apart of me felt weird casually calling Mason my husband. I wanted him dead but I wanted the blood to be on my hands.

Barry says casually, and I turn to look at him, infuriated. "I'm your wife, remember? Did you suddenly forget that you're married?" I say, shoving my ring in the lady's face, and they both laugh. Are you kidding me right now? "No Violet, I did not forget that I am married." I leave Barry's side and get in-between him and the lady. "Excuse me, I'd like to know what it is you were discussing with my husband." I asked her my anger laced in my voice. She just laughed passed Barry a note and walked away, leaving me flustered, embarrassed and infuriated.