Cinta Istri Novels & Stories

He could feel the soft pressure of her breasts against his chest, a comforting sensation that deepened the intimacy of the moment. With infinite tenderness, he gently traced his fingers along the delicate curve of her back, savouring the warmth of her skin and the vulnerability of their connection. Leaning in close, he whispered into her ear, his voice filled with heartfelt sincerity, "I promise you, my beloved Isabella, I will love you more profoundly than you can imagine—a love that will surpass even the beautiful bond you envision between Rachna and her mentor."

She cursed herself and her body, for being so stupid and for reacting the way they did to his touch, not after the way he had abandoned her many years ago, and just when she thought she was back from the past and had moved on with her life he just appeared from nowhere. It has been over six years since James left her with his baby growing in her womb. Catherine has to work hard to care for herself and the baby she now nurses in her stomach. If only she could reverse the hand of the time, but then again she was left with a wonderful gift life can offer the gift of a son, She smiles to herself. Ellis her son, was the only source of her joy, her strength, and her pride. He has been her source o

“Honestly, I love you so much.” “Uhmmm.” She stared at me with squinted eyes, those brown orbs already calculating things. “Not that I am doubting your love for me, but shouldn’t that be directed to the new husband? Why are you even bored? Don't tell me you have finished practicing every style of Kama Sutra.” “Far from it.” I flopped onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. “Davy left for his fucking job.” “What?” She pushed the phone closer to her face. “Shit, you are cursing. It must be very serious.”

Stella spat venomously. "Whoa! You need to relax." Iris uttered politely with a smile. "You love him?" She asked without any exchange of pleasantries. "I am Iris" Iris forwarded her hand for a shake but she was in a rough mood. How else did she expect her to be? She was of the illusion that Iris was trying to get with her husband while the truth is that her husband is exclusively hers primarily and prodigiously hers with no acclimation of anybody. "He loves me; only me" she spoke possessively and fiercely.

But before she starts with her spoiled girl bullshit, I want to make it clear that I am your wife and she is only your cousin. Jandé says, without having an idea of what Natalia's intentions are now. -I'm curious to know how you will show her that you are the love of my life. -He says. -So. -She whispered after making hot movements on top of her husband again. -something he loves.

“You don’t? Of course not. You treat me like glass, just so you can break me.” I shrugged. “Whatever you think. I already told you—she won’t lay a hand on you. Just respect yourself. Stay out of their way. And everything will stay quiet.” She stood. Slowly. “See, that’s the thing with you,” she said. “The man who doesn’t care for his wife.” Her eyes burned into mine. “And let me tell you something, Killian.” She stepped closer. “I will make you love me. Whether you want to or not. Whether you like me or not. This marriage—” she touched her chest—“we’ll do it in peace. You say it won’t work? Watch it work. On my watch.”

“Woah, Cappellucci. You'd sacrifice our years-long alliance for a woman you've known less than a month?” Another sound of annoyance rumbled in my chest. I stood tall, staring down at him. “Calista isn't just ‘a woman’, she's my woman. My wife. Put your hands on my wife again, and I'll make sure you're not able to use your fingers.” He shook his head with a shít eating grin on his face. “Tsk Tsk Tsk. You've got it bad, Man. Well, I can totally relate. If somebody were to touch my Isa…”

Whereas Ray just stared deep into Justin's eyes getting like he was drowning in them, the giant smile on the elder's lips guiding his heart to its rightful owner. "Everytime you say that you love me I feel like I'm walJustin across the sky. You taught me the meaning of selflessness, of unconditional love that's beyond anyone's understanding and now the turn is mine so I vow to fight for our love, to protect you with my life, to give you the forever that you deserve and finally..." ," I promise to love you with undying passion both day and night." . "Now, you may Kiss your bride" The priest muttered a small sorry and corrected himself saying, husband.

"Regardless of your explanation, you can't argue with the fact that she's already pregnant! You have to take responsibility for her! Also, I want to make it clear that I don't want to be your mistress!" "How could you be my mistress?" Carl asked as he held her tighter. "You are my wife!" Violet smiled but quickly regained her composure and pushed him away again. "Isabelle is the woman you love, and now she's pregnant with your child. Why are you here with me and not in her room?" Violet asked, sulky. "I don't love her! Don't say nonsense like that!" Carl said coldly. "Oh, really?" Violet huffed. "You are always hugging her and even draped your coat over her when she was cold. Your expression

"N-no... it wasn't me! It's fake! It's Sylvie! She set me up!" She lunged for the phone, but Stefano snatched her by the throat and pinned her to the wall, his voice lethal. "Fake? You think I wouldn't know your voice? Isla, I seriously underestimated you." Isla's face flushed red as she struggled to breathe, and she pounded on his forearm. "S-Stefano… just listen to me… I-I love you… I only did it because I loved you too much…" Stefano let go, and Isla collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. "Love me? What you love is my money, my power, and the status that comes with being my wife!"