Novel & Cerita Cruel Wife

I whispered making sure my tone of voice was threatening. She curled her lips more into a wide smile thinking I was delusional. “Cyrus won't want his heir from a slut now would he? After the stunt your dirty whore of a wife pulled in front of everyone to tarnish the De Luan name, I doubt Cyrus would agree and your wife will be useless to you. Who knows your wife might be pregnant in a few weeks and lie that it's ours but she might be carrying some low life hooligan's child instead.”

“What a messed-up brotherhood, huh?” I couldn’t contain myself. I punched him, and he wiped blood from his lip, laughing. “So what now? You want her too?” I shoved him against the wall, gripping his shirt. “Did I say anything when you married her? Yes! Damn it, I’ve liked your wife for two years! I waited for her to grow! To give her the life she deserves! And what are you doing?! Making her miserable? Ignoring her? Making her suffer? Why, Ethan?! Tell me why, because it hurts that I can’t do anything.”

And I was glad, because even though I just manipulated him by dangling my attention that he couldn’t refuse to leave that bitch's side, I didn’t want to play with him. The only toy I'll play with will be my wife. And I am going to play as brutally as I could, leaving her wrecked with tears, pain and scars. Just like mine. My deceitful wife has no idea what was coming for her. But she would. Oh, she fucking would. __ A. Gupta

one said. Her friend nodded. “That’s why I say, women should behave themselves. If you do something wrong, you’ll end up like that.” She went on, “If you can outcompete your husband’s mistress, that’s one thing. But if you’re like her, you’re powerless—you just get knocked down, beaten, dragged across the floor…” “Still, I saw blood with my own eyes. From what I could tell, her toe was broken. It’s been two hours since morning, and it’s still not over. Even if he was cheating, a little lesson would’ve been enough. Is that man’s wife really that cruel?”

Over there, touching women inappropriately as he wasted himself on booze while his wife was literally struggling for her life. I actually felt some pity for Sarah right now but of course, just a little pity. “Do you know where your ticket to being the alpha is, my dear brother?” I whispered to Clyde, my claws on his neck. “Cayden,” he looked surprised to see me, his booze spilling from his mouth. “Leave.” He gave a signal to the women who ran off to find their next prey. “What do you want?” Clyde stared at him, his face filled with arrogance. “You better not think of doing anything with Sarah, she's my wife now.”

he snapped at them. That man is rich. He is married and his wife is a socialite. He has so many mistresses, that he doesn't know how many kids he sired so far. Most of them get an abortion, but only a few will keep the child to threaten him for money. Little do they k for that he is so cruel that he never hesitated to kill any of them, even the little kids. His wife is happy as long as gives her enough money for her endless shopping spree. He never asked if she had an affair as long as she maintains it a secret.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

leave. It was as if he already knew. The woman punched Santiago in the face, broke free and walked away. Unfortunately towards the window. My father turned to himself like a new, more brutal animal. He advanced on her with the aim of, I don't know... squeezing her. The moment his hands grabbed his wife's arms, her body hung, and instantly the shot rang out from the little girl's hand. The shot was right in the joint of Santiago's shoulder and arm, and when he creaked in pain, he let go of his wife, who, with a piercing scream... fell from the window on the second floor. — Mommy!

I had to keep my promise. “What's happening?” Amos exclaimed. I immediately turned toward the television. What I saw made me jump to my feet. The man claiming to be the husband of the woman Collins intended to marry was speaking live on television. “People of this country, Mr. Collins, the heir to Hart Conglomerate, couldn't find anyone else to marry, so he stole my wife. This is an abuse of power. I have proof that she is my wife. Look at this.” Just as he had done at the hospital, he reached for his wallet.

"Don't ever disgrace our family's reputation, go and get yourself ready because they are coming over this evening and by next week, everything about your marriage will be finalized." Rachael stared continuously as he stormed out of the room, a lone tear escaped her eyes and she quickly swiped at it, she smiled shakily at her mother who wore a sad expression. It wasn't her mother's fault, her father was just too heartless. She has always done her very best never let him down in any way throughout her eighteen years of staying with him. why was he so cruel to her and her mother? Her mother walked over to her then, enfolding her in a warm embrace.