Defiled Young Housewife Novels & Stories

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

It also showed her at the crematorium forcing me into signing the divorce papers, then telling the staff, "Two dried-up corpses, don't waste electricity on them." One incident after another, all crystal clear. Finally, I turned off the video and said slowly, "She did all of this on purpose. She just always thought those two elderly people were my parents. In her heart, my parents deserved to be reduced to ashes and forgotten." The Gardner relatives watched the video, and their expressions shifted from shock to rage.

Bella I married for money and not for love. I dumped the fact that there may be people who care about me, and there were those who faked it. While the wedding certificates were being signed by my contract husband, I lived in the delusional state that this was not a contract, it was real. Mr. Blackwood will definitely not frame that contract, and Valerie? She can't do more than give me a dead stare from her seat. Moving around to get to a better position to have my signatures on the marriage certificate made me feel nauseous.

She gets so off on it, and the idea he can fuck other men's wives and daughters to find out if a slut lived there made her even hotter. Best idea I've ever had, Mom thinks as she sees the perfect house. * * * Mrs. Ashley Miller Best idea I've ever had, I thought as we came up to the perfect house. We were in the suburbs an hour's drive away. A picturesque neighborhood. Full of wholesome apple pie and American values. I just knew that sluts brimmed beneath the surface. I am such a genius for coming up with it. She glanced into the back where Niku and her daughter Asoko were sitting. The two barely legal sex slaves would provide the camerawork. I was so ready for them to capture every wicked d

"My husband and I have spent 40 years building our foundation in Crownyork. The connections and influence we've accumulated aren't something a man like you can obtain. So, don't push your luck." I looked at Mildred calmly. For someone who had stolen another person's life, I wasn't surprised to see she had remained rotten to the core. No amount of expensive, custom-made dresses or gigantic diamond rings could erase the fact that she was wicked and cruel. "Are you done?" I asked, standing up, picked up the envelope from the table, and shoved it into her hands. "Please leave, Mrs. Lowe Senior. There's nothing more to discuss about your grandson." …

Wendy’s grandmother said. Natalia let the woman in, only because wasting time to argue would make her lose time and Delilah had to be with someone quickly. She also knew that the woman would not go if she was asked to. That was now stubborn she was. “I am sorry. I knew about my grand daughter and your husband— I mean, ex-husband—” Natalia shook her head and gave a small smile. “Late ex-husband.” The older woman’s eyes widened. “What? How? What happened to him?”

'Before she died', she gave me some money which she had been saving up for me to start something if my own and when I counted it, it was far more than I had envisaged. Living with the MacDonalds made life easier for me and I though I had the security that I had craved for but that was before I found the master of the house making out with one of the servants in the garden one day when his wife had left the house for one if her book club meetings. The girl was a young girl. Far younger than I was and I was shocked. I could not believe that he could do any such thing. He had always acted as a real gentleman and the girl was just too young.

Bhuvi pushed her back to her room. While Glara was occupied with Erina's situation, Martha had a different experience. Since her company declined and some projects were canceled, Martha was busy organizing her belongings. She could no longer maintain her father's legacy and her childhood home. The house had to be seized by the bank to settle the loans she used to cover expenses.

This is the consequence of their action. He then reached for Archie’s computer, his fingers furiously typing away on the keyboard, writing a long comment. Before long, the discussion on the internet took a new turn. A comment read: Have any of you heard? The daughter of the Pearson family is actually a homewrecker! Another netizen commented: That’s right! I heard she was the one who forced the legitimate wife away. I wonder what means she used to secure a marriage engagement with the Farwell family. No wonder the Farwell family delayed the wedding for so long!

she adds softly. I stare at the hand, imagining its tendons severed. Hate. Hate. Hate. Kill. Maim. Destroy. Valentina collects her fingers, hiding them under the table and her eyes seem to search my face for an answer to my rather disturbing mood. She must find it because she looks away sharply, her fingers shaking on her fork. There’s murder in my eyes, has been there since I returned home and found that my wife has been behind the mysterious strings of unfortunate incidents surrounding me recently.