Bull For Wife Novels & Stories

He said in a low, deep voice, glancing at Sheila to make his point known. "I am not you, motherfucker!" I yelled this time. "And listen to me..." I pressed a finger on his hard chest. "You stay away from Tanya or I'm gonna fuck. You. Up!" Rodger's chuckle bursted out. It was deep and wicked and I knew something crazy was coming up next. I was right when I got a sudden punch from him. "Oooohhhh!!!" The sound from the people around echoed in my ears and I didn't waste time to throw my own punch at Rodger.

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

"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?"

"I want a billion dollars, Vesarius. As I said, there shouldn’t be any police involved if you want to see your wife breathing. I don't bluff, Vesarius!" "I don't make jokes either, bastard! For every additional beating my wife gets, I will deduct ten million from the money." "Stop right there, Asshole. I hold your wife's life in my hands. And right now, you don't have the power to cheat on me." "We both need each other. You can't fool me. You also need me big time. You need billions from me. For every additional beating my wife gets, I will deduct ten million."

Not a business partner. His wife.

“Scarlet is my wife, the mother of my kids and she is a very good woman... I swear if anyone tries to bully her, they will have me to contend with.” His words made everyone freeze on spot and their eyes widened in shock.

The potential ‘support’ seemingly enjoys having him grilled by his wife. “Come on, just tell me the details,” she says impatiently. His brows arched up on that. “Are you sure about that?” “God, not the details running in that dirty head of yours. The decent ones.” “Why does everybody makes me feel like a polar opposite of decent? I’m a good guy, you know.” She snorted. “Says the heiresses you collected like trophies.” He turned to his friend. “Did you hear that? Your wife is a bully. Doesn’t she know I have feelings too?”

"Bitch, do you know how many years you lived off us? We cooked for you! You lived in our house! If we hadn't delivered you to his house, you never would've married that billionaire! "But now you think you're better than us, don't you? Now you think you can just march back home and demand we return your money!" "Your mother's right!" my father sneered. "That infernal ogre is our son-in-law now, too. He should be giving us all this money for that alone!" I glared at them and flexed my wrists. "I don't give a damn. Here's the point: no one gets to bully my husband, especially not any of you!"

Rob explains. “Family doesn’t keep a secret like that,” Max says in a low voice. He takes my hand, “Come with me, my love.” “I’m glad this is working out for you,” says Rob. “I was a little worried that you wouldn’t accept your wife. Granma and Grampa did well picking your mom and your aunt.” “Stay away from me and my wife,” Max replies. He pulls me away from Rob.