Beautiful Wives Romane & Geschichten

Jena looked at her from head to toe again “Huh?” Nuella was confused “You look like someone whose strength was drained out, you look pale” Jena smiled Nuella coughed when she finally understood what she meant “If I’m so drained out right now it is the hand work of My Haywood” s Jena smiled “He is your husband now, so no need to be embarrassed” “It’s so I could get pregnant” Nuella murmured Jena heard what she said and sighed “I don’t think it’s only the reason, somewhere deep down in his heart he might have some likeness for you which made him choose you”

A deal he’d sign to get more money. “Ms Morris. All those words of your beauty don’t do you any justice. You are exquisitely gorgeous.” Stefan cheekily pecked my hand. My skin tingled with uneasiness. “My pleasure,” I mumbled low enough for him to hear me. Gently, he lowered his gaze upon me, his eyes traversing my form. I could sense a glimmer of admiration as they beheld the dazzling, resplendent dress that gracefully adorned my silhouette. It fed the essence of his masculinity, affirming his conquest of my hand in marriage. Yet, within me, an ember of disdain flickered, for I resented the notion of becoming nothing more than a mere trophy wife in his eyes. The opulent gems weighing upon m

Most of the ladies gave me poisonous smiles while congratulating me, and I could only hope no one tried to strangle me. Why wouldn't they? After all, I had snagged one of the wealthiest hot and sexy eligible bachelors of the century all to myself and I was a nobody. What they didn't know was that this was a marriage of convenience. My mind drifted to my best lady immediately, Susie. Since our argument the night before, we have not really talked. She was here for me anyway. "Congrats, sweetie!" The fake display of affection caught my attention and I stared at Xavier that was now being cuddled by a familiar redhead. The redhead pulled away and flashed me a smile before pulling me into a hug gi

Maya baby face making her to look young and attractive. Harshika huffed and closed her eyes as she clenched her fists, unable to bear the fact that she was in no way compatible with maya. Even though maya was prettier than her, harshika was firmed in her decision that she should never degrade herself for anyone. Moreover, now she is raghavan wife. She has more rights on him than his beautiful ex- lover maya. Therefore, Harshika decides that no matter how beautiful Maya is than her, she should not give up her rights as his wife.

Rose I couldn’t stop staring at Mr handsome while he looked at me with that warm, devastating smile. My voice came out in almost a whisper. “Uhm… are you saying that I’m… beautiful?” It sounded silly even as I said it, but God… I couldn’t remember the last time anyone called me that. “Yes,” he said without hesitation. “You are. In fact…” His gaze lingered on me, like he was memorizing every inch of my face. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

Dmitri was going to have his hands full, he thought wryly to himself. The woman definitely didn't take shit from anyone which showed in the way she pulled her shoulders back and held her head high when the salesgirl at the boutique all but sneered at her, probably not having noticed him yet. With a tight smile, the woman dressed in what looked to be a uniform said, "Ma'am this boutique serves only a particular, more privileged section of the society and no offense, but I don't think you'll be able to buy anything we have available here."

"Thomas, when did you sell the house? What’s the rush? And why wasn’t I told about it?" I couldn't be bothered with her and simply threw the contract I had prepared in the afternoon on the coffee table. "Remember to return the 360 thousand dollars given to you as wedding gift tomorrow. Of course, if you're not afraid of lawsuits affecting your work and newlywed life, I'd be happy to play along with you." When we finally arrived in Lesaf, it was alright quite late. The woman pouted and put her hands on her hips. "So, how is it? The apartment I personally chose for you. Are you satisfied?"

“I can’t just sit here and watch this anymore. That woman you believe is your wife? She’s not.” Darren looked at him sideways. “Bruno…” “No. Listen to me. Alina is your wife. The real one. Not Aria. Everything about her, her knowledge of your routines, her compassion, the way she looks at you like she knows you inside and out, none of that is fake. Aria’s just playing a part, taking over something that was never hers to begin with.” Darren didn’t respond at first. He stared at the clouds beyond the window.

At another rack, two young women whispered to each other. Elara tried not to listen. But their voices carried. "Isn't that her?" "Who?" "The billionaire's wife." The other woman looked in Elara's direction. "Oh my God… it is." Elara felt her stomach tighten. "I thought those wedding pictures were edited." "So did I." One of them giggled softly. "She looks even bigger in person." Elara quietly turned away and moved to another part of the store. Her chest felt tight again. Maybe this had been a bad idea.