Cerita Panas Istri Novels & Stories

Isaac told her, but his tone was gentle—as it had been since the start. Irene pursed her lips again. Still, she had no reason to hide anything now that Isaac knew, so she simply showed her hand—that way, Isaac would hate her, quickly divorce her, and finally let her go. "Yes, I met a wounded man. He was being pursued by some assailants and threatened me, but I had no idea if he was a villain. He never hurt me, which was enough for me. That's why I decided to help him, and that's when he started to get frisky. I did not resist—in my head, my husband did not like me, and having sex with that man was a perfect opportunity to make him hate me. That's how I had another man on the night of our wed

he said with a grin and held her hands to stop her from hitting him further. "Your wife is over-reacting Luke. I think she watches Asian soaps too much," Rizza rolled her eyes which angered Isabelle more. She tried to wriggle free from Luke. "Don’t mock me you bitch! I heard what you said to my husband! You said I don’t need to know! And you were holding on to his arm you are such a whore! It was just unfortunate that I didn’t witness what lewd things you two were doing!” she yelled and her face was red. She angrily stepped on Luke's foot.

He said to her and gently grabbed her by the hand. The both of them sat down on a blue, soft material. "So, tell me Luca, how did you manage to prepare all this?" Iris asked him. "Like I told you earlier, just once call and I can make anything happen," he replied, and Iris smiled because of the reply he gave. "Wow, I must be the luckiest woman on earth then, to have such a genius as a husband," she teased. "Of course, you should count yourself very lucky, many other ladies would kill to get to me but here I am at your feet," he teased in return and Iris threw her head back and let out a loud laugh.

Camille smiled wickedly while dialing immediately. Selene closed her eyes briefly, forcing the anger back down. This wasn't the time. It wasn't! She couldn't unleash anything here or she would rip them apart. The call connected quickly. There was some obvious noise in the background, and Adrian sounded distracted, “What?” “Guess who’s trying to run away.” He paused slightly then asked, “What are you talking about?” Camille turned the phone slightly toward Selene as if displaying evidence, “Your wife packed her bags. Looks like she finally accepted that you’ll never love her.”

Forward thinking and careless. "Enough! Don't talk about it anymore. I'm just kidding, Ms. Diandra Safaluna. After all, who would want a cold, rough woman like you," I said, still not to be outdone. "Who would want to sleep with a man who pretends to be okay like you." She snapped and then stepped out. I rubbed my head annoyed. Confused. Messy. Is lust riding me? But she is my wife! How can I not touch it more. About those two years? Why did my heart suddenly feel doubtful.

His voice dropped even lower, warm and utterly wicked, like something summoned straight out of a fever dream. Heat crawled up from Isla's ears to the roots of her hair. Her brain simply stopped functioning. She grabbed the pillow from her lap and swung it directly into his face with everything she had. "You JERK! I will smother you in your sleep! How DARE you show up flirting in my own dream!" She turned her back on him dramatically, as if that alone could erase the last thirty seconds. I'm a married woman now. If word of this gets out, I am completely finished.

“What the—” Isabelle grabbed the tablet from him. The headlines screamed at her. “Cheating Wife? Isabelle Anderson’s Secret Affairs Exposed!” “From Richard to Liam—Was It Always About Money?” A shaky breath left her lips as she scrolled. The article detailed her past marriage with Richard, claiming that she had never officially ended things with him before getting involved with Liam. It twisted the narrative, making her look like a heartless social climber who abandoned Richard the moment she found someone wealthier.

Rachna said with a smile, "that he feels the fabric first over my panties and then brings his fingers inside me." Isabella beamed with pride, knowing that her designs were not just pieces of fabric but tools for connection and empowerment. "Oh, that sounds similar," Isabella chuckled. "My husband also does the same thing. He is crazy about my butt, and he caresses my ass over the fabric first, then he inserts his hands inside my panties and squeezes my cheeks. And I love that."

Isabelle leaned in his arms, held his big hand, and said with a smile, "In all these years, you are the only one that has been putting up with my bad temper." "You are my wife. If I don't put up with you, who would? Fortunately, nothing happened to you last night; otherwise this wouldn’t be just the Moretti family's business,I would have gotten involved and ask for an explanation. Go back to your room to take a rest. I'll cook some soothing soup for you." "No, there is no need for that. Just stay with me." Isabelle said softly. Having such a good husband, what else could she wish for?

Louis just felt a huge force push him away. While he wondered how a woman could have such strength, Adina walked up to Terry North and Isabelle. A strong uneasiness rose in Isabelle’s heart. This woman had mentioned that she was married yesterday, but it was also possible to still acquaint herself with other men even though she was married. Besides, yesterday, Isabelle had falsely claimed that the tea from this woman was a Cairnstanian’s specialty that her father found everywhere. If this woman exposed her lie, how could she face Terry North?