Blessed Is The Man Who Finds A Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He drew Alex backward and glared at Max. "Mr. Max, with all due respect, my wife is not for hire. If you want a wife, go and marry and stop hovering over people's wives." "Easy man, no one is taking your wife away from you. I was just stating a fact and voicing my wish out. You are a lucky man and you don't know how lucky you are having her as your woman, I envy you, man," Max said and shook his head with his tongue rolling in his mouth.

“She's married…too bad” “Then her husband is really lucky…she's a total package…she's not only talented but beautiful," “I wish she was my wife…so great,” Ricardo heard some people whispering to themselves beside her. He could only smile and watch in anticipation. Of course, the woman was his wife. He was willing to do anything to have her back. Even if it meant using his money and power.

I am the luckiest man alive, and I look forward to a happy future with my woman, my wife, the mother of my child, my lover and my soulmate. THE END!

He says, always the caring person. “Did you miss the part where I said I betrayed his trust?” I ask him, once again thinking that his wife is truly lucky to have found a man like him. I have absolutely no feelings for him. Lost whatever feelings and crush I had harbored for him the moment I found out he was married, but that doesn’t mean I can’t envy what his wife had found and wish that I could find it for myself.

The man then slammed the door open and walked out of the room. The shocked servant, who had seen the whole affair unfold, rushed to help the woman up from the floor. “Madam, are you alright? Let me help you up,” she said. “Thank you,” Luna replied. When Luna finally stood up, she rubbed her reddened neck, where she had been gripped so tightly, and blinked her red, confused eyes at the open door. “Is that man Preston?” The servant, who was now straightening Luna's bridal gown, answered, “Yes. He is the master of the house and your husband.”

Each day becomes a tapestry of sun-drenched beaches, moonlit walks, intimate conversations under the stars, and yes, fucking – lots of fucking. During our honeymoon, Adalina and I discover an even deeper connection. We relish in the freedom of being together, exploring the world as a married couple. Every moment becomes a new adventure, filled with laughter, dance, and moments of pure bliss. Adalina illuminates my life, bringing out the best in me, and I pledge to be the husband she deserves—supportive, uplifting, and a pillar of strength.

Before I reached the door, Serafina appeared from the other end of the corridor. She looked anxious, and the moment she saw me, relief flashed across her face. She came straight to me, took my hand in hers, and asked, “Where did you go? When I didn’t see you just now, I thought something had happened.” There was a time when her touch would have calmed me. Now it only hurt. “You were worried about me?” I asked. Her brows drew together. “You’re my husband. Who else would I worry about?” Husband.

She was small, energetic, and carried herself with the unmistakable confidence of someone who had earned the right to ignore her age. “There you are.” She embraced Elena warmly before stepping back. “I was beginning to think those important meetings had stolen you.” “They tried.” Elena laughed. “But I escaped.” Only then did the older woman notice Adrian. Her eyes narrowed with theatrical suspicion. “And who is this handsome stranger?” Elena looked momentarily uncertain. “This is my husband…” She paused almost imperceptibly before finishing. “…Adrian.” The hesitation lasted less than a second. It still reached him. Mrs. Alvarez welcomed them inside without another question.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

As the whispers of envy and longing filled the air, each person secretly yearned to be the one carried by him. Suddenly, he gently placed her back on the ground, encircling his arm around her neck, and positioned himself protectively behind her. With a chilling tone, he declared, "This woman is my wife. Anyone who dares to touch or dance with her should be prepared for the consequences."