Novel & Cerita Amature Wife

She kissed the side of Liam’s head while he’s still in Nikolai’s arms. She quietly observes her husband and son. This isn’t perfect. They are only pretending to be a happy couple in front of those many people, but this… this feels like home. All the fear and hesitation weren't gone, but knowing that she was doing the right thing, it gives her the confidence to do what she has to do. She looked at herself in front of the full-sized mirror again. Liam said she looked like a bride. The thought made her smile again. She doesn’t remember getting married. Even if she did, it probably wasn’t like this. A shotgun wedding with only the two of them doesn’t sound a bit romantic. Maybe the amnesia is a

Not to forget the way her fingers were playing with her blouses top button and her eyes giving him those seductive glares. "Who let you in? You can't just walk in like you own this damn place!" "Oh come on Ash ! I used to come here every day and we used to enjoy here in this room every night." Ashton was getting irritated,why can't this woman understand that he is a married man now. "I know your boring wife can never give you what I offer you right now...so..? You in?" "Listen, Amanda, we just had a fling and it was over 2 years back! Why are you being so damn persistent!"

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

"A different one." I looked at him. "When we get married," he said. "I don't want a ceremony that looks like the first one. I want something completely different." I looked at the field. "Tell me what you want," I said. "Small," he said. "The people who actually matter. No performance." He paused. "Your mother. Oliver. Emma and Lorenzo. Grandmother. Walter if he'll come." "Walter will come," I said. "The pottery instructor," he said.

Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that several of the older underbosses constantly used me as an example whenever discussing how wives should behave. Poised. Educated. Discreet. Supportive. A growing assest. The ideal mafia wife. Apparently living in my shadow had irritated Amber enough that she'd spent years searching for opportunities to watch me fall. And naturally...she'd attended Yazmin's ridiculous mock wedding. “Come sit over here!” Amber called, her smile carrying just enough smugness to make me want to throw my wine at her. “I'm so glad you could make it.” Yazmin started toward her. Then stopped directly beside me. Of course she fucking did.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

“You don’t get to say ‘love’ while another woman is wearing your surname!” He looked down. Silence filled the room like smoke—heavy and choking. “I need to explain,” he said finally, voice low. “Explain what? That you’re a bigamist? That I’m just some side project you started while your real wife was working on your PR image?” “Celina, don’t say it like that. It wasn’t calculated—things with Andrea were already falling apart when I met you.” She laughed, bitter and raw. “Then why didn’t you divorce her? Why am I the one in the dark while she gets to smile for the cameras?”

Susan was pleased to see her pale face and said, “Don’t you want to know who’s her mother?” “Who is it?” Cindy's voice trembled as she placed the photo down. “It’s me!” Susan sneered at her and said. Cindy looked even worse now and stared at Susan in shock. “No, this is impossible. How could it be possible?!” “Why not? It’s possible to deceive others about some matters, but this?” She looked at Cindy’s pale face. “Don’t you remember that Jared was out for a business trip to South City a few years ago? Since you’re his wife, you must’ve realized that he lost one of his underwear. That underwear is still in my house.”