Crazy Wife Slut Novels & Stories

Chase rushed back from abroad to stabilize the situation. Skye didn't die as the doctors had saved him. But Old Mr. Chase, doting on his grandson, paid to have both Skye and Eira declared mentally unfit and committed to the capital's most infamous psychiatric hospital. Eira had once been perfectly sound, but I could not forgive what she'd done to our child. After discovering I could manifest a presence, I drifted into her room night after night, haunting her, tormenting her. I kept her awake and steeped in fear until she truly lost her mind. When she was lucid, she remembered our past happiness and regretted it all. When she wasn't, she remembered only her urge to torture a man named Skye.

"You can help me, the vice president used to be your schoolmate, Adom tells me honestly, l am your husband, have you done anything behind my back? Did you secretly buy a phone without my knowledge and communicating with other's? I still remember the malls and shops we went together, I will get to know everything, by just looking at the cameras." "You have always been insecure, you don't trust me at all, your always finding every little problem so that you can have a reason to vent your anger on me, we were married for eight years now, not even once have I cheated on you, I have always been loyal to you, followed your conditions, I sent to school, graduated and I have a degree in business man

he shouted, fury flashing in his eyes. Kevin looked equally hostile. At that moment, all I could think about was putting an end to these two. There was no room for words. I swung my fist again, but this time, Mark caught my punch. "Jason, if you keep this up, I won't hold back." Mark squeezed my fist while narrowing his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them. "How dare you mess around with my wife! I'm gonna kill you!" I struggled against his grip, my face twisted in frustration.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

The lady kicked her hard several times, screaming as she lashed out, "Carmen Adams, was it? You're a popular rising actress, right? The wife of the young master of the Stephenson Family, right? You slutty little c*nt! How dare you seduce my husband?! How dare you!"

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Tricia said, her tone low and lusty as she moved closer to his desk, leaning over it again. "Have you ever thought about squeezing my breast, Randy? Have you ever thought about sucking on them with your mouth?" She asked, shaking her boobs slightly, trying to get Randy to look at her exposed cleavage. He glanced at her in the eyes, the look in hiz eyes voicing his displeasure. "Your wife is all flat and dull, but I have all these luscious curves. My breasts... my big soft ass. I know you have thought of touching it to feel how is it. Just imagine achieving your dream? Imagine giving it a spank as hard as you want. Imagine the softness when you eventually fuck me from the back? How it will be

The jackass even went as far as planning a date for them. A rooftop date! Just how much more insults would he throw in my face? How was that slut better than me? She did not, could not and would never hold a candle to neither my beauty nor my grace. And then there was the case of her stupid husband who couldn't see what the hell was going on. His wife was being shagged right under his very nose but the idiot didn't realize and he pissed me off way more than Adam himself did. If Harrison kept his wife on a leash, she wouldn't be clawing her hands after my man like the greedy slut she was.

"It's all your fault! You bitch! If you weren't so dumb, insisting on writing that ridiculous testimony, how could things have turned out like this! My money! My cars! My house! They’re all gone! All because of you!" Jean's dream of dumping her pilot husband and seamlessly becoming a wealthy lady had shattered like glass on the ground. Only then had she realized that the love and support she thought she had had been nothing but a bubble, bursting at the slightest touch. The two had gotten into a fierce argument in the rental, and it was said they had even come to blows. In the end, Kyle, who had completely lost his sanity, had thrown Jean out like garbage, leaving her wandering the streets.

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.