Novel & Cerita Como Enamorar A Mi Esposa

Besides having a stress-free job, I also have enough time to work on my top priority for this month, and that is to make Stuart love me. Call it desperate, but it is my top priority this month. He just gave me a chance to prove that I am fit to be his wife, and he only gave me a month to make him love me. I cannot waste this chance. I bought books and magazines that will give me ideas on making a man love a woman. I listed about a hundred tips, and I planned to do all of them to ensure he would find me worthy to be the only woman in his life.

I asked her as I raised my eyebrow. She rolled her eyes with her still red cheeck, “well it is not like We are a newly married couple." She said. "So what? I can not adore my wife?" I asked her as my hand flew to my chest, pretending to be hurt. Her eyes widened, did not expecting my words, “well, Of course you can." She said. Then I stood up and walked near the bed. I hugged her so tight and said, "You know, I sometimes think, how can I land such a beautiful soul like you?"

“Then use your man power.” I frowned. “What are you talking about?” He smirked, eyes glinting with mischief. “Make her thirsty for you. Make her ache for you. Make her desperate until you’re the only thing she can think of. Until she forgets she ever hated you in the first place. Do everything you must to win back your wife.” The words hung in the air between us—bold, dangerous, tempting. I stared at him. My wolf stirred, interested, hungry. Marco was right.

Jonas was the son of my father-in-law’s first love. My wife and the college boy I had sponsored had been sleeping together behind my back for a long time. And even her father had been helping them cover it up, even encouraging it. In this entire family, I was the only fool. I was the only one kept in the dark, pouring in money and effort while feeding a nest of ungrateful parasites. I forced down the violent hatred surging in my chest. With a polite smile still on my face, I stepped in front of Vincent and walked to the control panel.

he caressed my cheek as his eyes spoke and showed me something that I never knew was there. “So never you compare yourself to Samantha. Do not for anything think that I love her more or love you less. Because, in a few months and a marriage done through manipulation, I had come to love you and you, my darling wife, have become my entire world,” he added. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried my possible best to hold in what I was feeling, yet I couldn’t. I had been swept off my feet, rendered speechless and taken off guard.

“You need to serve your husband first, can’t you see that I am lonely?” “But…” “I was thinking of letting you buy that brown car that….” He didn’t get to finish as Encha had already sealed his lips with his. Keaton smiled as he saw this, it was just easy to coax his wife into doing anything. All he had to do was reveal his pampering side and all will be well. What can he do, after all this is his pampered devious consort and he will not get tired of her?

"I guess, huh... Aleks seems to love you too. So be polite to him, extra lovely, and attentive to love you more, and he will forget the hunt for his princess." She raised her eyebrows. "Okay, just go on with the music... play the part of being his beautiful young wife." "How? I have no idea how to do that to an extraterrestrial," she said in frustration. "To keep him bound to you forever, you sleep with him and have children."

He had been too busy these past few months, and he didn't know when Brad had changed his mind. So, love really could fade, but it wouldn't with him and Amanda. He wouldn't, and now he had to prevent his wife from falling for someone else. After his wife lost her job, she was cold to him. Occasionally, she'd be infatuated, but only because his face was handsome. If she met a man even more handsome than him, she would definitely be infatuated. It seemed he needed to learn how to be romantic, how to move his wife.

Was she getting a bit too… affectionate again? “Jack,” Damien called out. “Yes, boss?” Without looking up, Damien said, “Don’t address my wife as Miss Spencer again.” Jack blinked, confused. “Huh? What should I call her then?” Damien shot him a stern look. “Figure it out.” On the other side, Anastasia couldn’t contain her excitement. Just a few hours ago, she had received a text from Lovelina: “Make your husband feel like he is the most important man in your life. Show him you find him reliable and that you depend on him. Men love when strong women lean on them for the small things...”

I can’t even believe it myself if someone told me I’m in love with my wife—even though we only met because of an arranged marriage. I don’t know what this woman did to me. Did she… somehow bewitch me? I always crave her—her attention, her face, and especially her presence. Everything about her pulls me in. Maybe I look like some crazy addict, but I don’t care. As long as my wife is the only thing I’m addicted to, then I’ll gladly stay this way. I gently placed a kiss on top of her head, then let my lips trail down to the tip of her nose before finally pressing a soft kiss on her lips.