Novel & Cerita Amature Wife

I said chuckling. “Doesn't that make you the second wife after your sister?” The pedicurist managing my nails said, envy was very obvious in each word she spat, she looked up at me, “I did hear he was married to your sister first. I wonder why he would want to marry from the same family, don't you think?” She said nudging the other pedicurist. I knew people would be talking, that's why I didn't want to go public with our relationship yet. I wanted to be anonymously married to Aldric but Aldric and his family don't care about people's opinions, but I guess I do.

she says, flashing a shark-like smile, “Not since, what, that party at Andre’s house? When was that? When you were dating that silly girl, oh what’s her name?” “I wasn’t dating her,” my husband replies, “Remember, she just spent the whole evening following me around.” I don’t like where this conversation is going, and I need to politely put an end to it. Whoever this person is, it doesn’t appear as if she knows that Levi is married. “Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I tell her, handing a champagne flute to my mate, “I’m Amber, Levi’s wife.”

“How can I fix my image if I am carrying a baby from someone else's husband? Even if I succeed in making a famous design, people will still remember me as a pathetic woman, the second woman for a man who loves his wife.” Sighing, Adam cupped Amber's cheeks and stared at her intently. "No, you’re wrong. You are not a second woman and I am not a man who loves his wife. Do you forget? I'm a widower. I don't have a wife now. The only one I love is a woman who manages to calm my panic. It's you, Amber. You are my number one woman, my top priority.” "Liar!" Amber shouted as she stepped back. Her tears flowed harder. "You think I don't know? You just made me your entertainer. Your feelings for me a

Max came in tiredly and loosened the tie around his neck. He dumped his bag and coat on the couch. "Max, I'm glad you're back." Amber greeted happily. Max’s cold eyes glared menacingly at Amber. “Who are you? What are you doing in my house?” he growled. Amber ignored the slight pain in her heart. How could he forget about her? “I’m Amber Miller, your wife and we got married last year.” She explained immediately.

“It is only natural for a man to support his wife. What do you call a man if not a wimp when he can’t even support his wife?” Summer had a bitter expression on her face. She took a sip of water and retorted. “When you have a gambler as your wife, eight out of ten men are usually wimpy.” Amara did nothing serious all day but gambled away the money her husband, who was also Summer’s elder brother, made every month. Not only that, she enjoyed shopping and would buy a bunch of clothes whenever she went out. Besides, she was gluttonous, lazy, and picky about food. She would not touch any food unless it was good, tender, and fresh.

She growled and tried to knock his hand away unsuccessfully. “What is your name?” Yuri repeated the question. “You know my name, you prick!” Amber struggled to get free. Once she realized Yuri wasn't letting her free she huffed. “Amber. Amber Johnson, your wife!” Wife? Where the hell did that come from? “Prisoner not a wife, what the hell did you drug me with?”

you with a lady?” She is talking like she is Conner’s wife. “Excuse me miss, I am his fiancé. Conner is not on a business trip. We are currently arranging everything that we need for our wedding which will be happening in two weeks.” I confidently answered. However, Amber just laughed and said, “Are you kidding me? Oh please! Whoever you are dream on! Conner is mine! We have been dating for almost a year now and if he is to marry, it should be me.” This woman has some nerve! I won’t let this thick-faced b*tch win this battle. I raised my head high as if to emphasize that I am the queen. “Hmp! We’ll see who is dreaming. Don’t forget to watch the news or check the social media.” Amber lost he

Amber remained shocked, holding her stinging cheek. “Now!!!” She yelled, but Amber only flinched and then she laughed slowly, shocking everyone again. Damien walked in, looking more calm than before as he stood beside Ava like a supportive husband but Amber only saw an opportunity to carry out her mission. She chuckled slowly, “Aww…aren't you both the perfect power couple of the season…a psycho man and a barren woman!” She added while Ava's eyes widened and gasps filled the room. “Barren…”

“Mom, you’re so beautiful, finding a young guy wouldn’t be hard. But your husband surely wouldn’t allow it. Before you even met the young man, your husband would already be jealous enough to scare him away.” Amanda lifted the teapot nearby, poured herself a cup of water, and sipped. Pamela took a deep breath, her tone filled with doubt. “Amanda, is that old man really my husband?” Amanda chuckled. “Didn’t Old Master show you the marriage certificate?” “He did. It was an old black-and-white photo, but the person next to him really was me.” Amanda was certain. “Then that’s it.” Still puzzled, Pamela muttered, “Why was I so out of my mind back then? How could I have married an old man?”

“I’ll ask you not to say that name around me.” “I’m sorry, Mom, but I can’t do that. I’m sorry I allowed this farce to go on so long. But the truth is Olivia is not my wife. Amber is. And we have a child.” Her heart beat dangerously fast now. “You don’t mean that.” Her face was going pale. “Olivia is your wife.” “Amber is my wife, Mom. She’s a good woman and a great mom. If I could bring her here… If you could meet her…”