Novel & Cerita Arifureta Hajime Wives

Those beautiful eyes belong to Miftaha, the wife of Hujan. "I swear, no matter what, I'll get rid of you, bitch!"

After the wedding Haya live together with Atif and Atif's adoptive family in the mansion. Then Haya started to work in the H&A Summit Holding Inc. as Atif's secretary. Haya find it hard to Atif's secretary for she don't even go to college. But because Haya is a smart one she can cope up with what Atif is teaching to her. Haya notice that Atif was change after their wedding. He always uses his power and authority over her just to make her obey him. He is too possessive and strict to Haya. Haya can't do nothing about it.

Jai and Darrion muttered at the same time as they entered the kitchen. There were four people in the room. Yuta, two brunette middle aged women, and another woman with orange hair. This woman’s hair color is the the same as Ruta’s, and Jai didn’t need to put two and two together to know that she’s the mother. The orange haired lady wiped her hands on a rag before walking over the door. “Welcome to the Akamine Clan Chief household. My name is Natsumi Akamine. It is lovely to see you.” She bowed slightly.

The man in front of her was the same man as yesterday, but since his attire was an outfit style that was quite popular in the Euclase empire, it was like seeing a different person. His eyes looked so sharp, flat, and cold, but his lips trembled slightly when Arai noticed his presence. He was stuck in place. "Huh, wow, he's so handsome," muttered Harriet who had just noticed Zaha's existence. Arai immediately realized and turned to Harriet with a very red face. What her best friend said was exactly what she was thinking in her head. "Hey, you're married, remember?!" Harriet smiled widely while giggling at the sight of Arai's red face. "I never said he was more handsome than my husband," whisp

a voice interjected. I turned my head to see that person who I held the most resentment towards... appearing before us. "Uncle Hajime..." I smiled bitterly at such a sight that made me want to puke. He exuded an air of arrogance, adorned with a proud demeanor. Standing beside him was Auntie Amelia, his current wife, and two unfamiliar young women who appeared to be married to him. The sight of them together only intensified my mixed feelings of disdain and curiosity.

~" I bugged my eyes out in shock, and involuntarily dropped the paper to the floor. It just couldn't be. Definitely not. Maybe I was in a crazy nightmare. That was surely it. Jamilah died because of my husband? That wasn't possible. Not at all. I needed to confirm first. With a shaky body, I walked very slowly up the stairs, heading to my room. From my head to my stomach region, an intense and unceasing pain struggled within it. My feet were cold, and my brain was starting to hurt. The rate at which my heart suddenly started to beat wasn't normal anymore. My hands weren't shaky anymore, they were starting to vibrate like a car engine. I wasn't sure I'd be able to remain stable before getting

Arthit: (●__●) *Perverted Wife* Darika: ( ◜‿◝ )♡ .. .. 💜 Extra 7 Darika was heavily pregnant with laddoo and doing her college work. Arthit was arranging things because they were moving back to Kashyap Mansion. Arthit: "Silly Girl ! I need your help. Come over". She turned around and found him looking back at her. She smiled inwardly. Darika: "Firstly pay here" Arthit was speechless by her words. Day by day his Silly Girl was becoming more blunt, bold, and business-minded.

She did not even hear him when he said that he would be out for about thirty minutes as her attention was on the screen in her bed room as she shed tears. Yes, she was watching a tragic romance movie and was too busy wiping the sad sad tears from her eyes as Mara, or whatever it was the female lead was called found out that her lover had died in the faccident that had made her to become a paraplegic and that she could not remember anything except from the accident...

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.

"Miss Sasha, forgive me for lying to you for the first time, but I did all this for you." ***San Diego Province Building A008 came from Adam's voice. "Smack!" "Slut, I said that Imelda's illness is getting worse and worse; it turns out that you are the ghost behind your back!" "I'm just such a son, how dare you? How dare you! A middle-aged woman with yellow hair was knocked to the ground, covering half of her face and covered in bruises. This woman is none other than Adam's wife Ivy. Some time ago, Adam's son Imelda suddenly fell ill.