Don Little Wife Novels & Stories

Don't let anyone ever know about what happens in your bed or I promise you I will cut your dick off and feed it to the dogs} {SBL - Bro calm down} {DK - The fuck? Are you defending this asshole?} {PS - Nick man calm down. Its fine he forgot you here... How's your wife? How long you married now?} {DK - Two months} {PS - Congratulations again. What's her name?} {SC - Stevie are you planning on ignoring the rest us?} {PS - I'm not ignoring you... Hey sis I heard you got married what's the guy like he is treating you well?}

his mom asked, "Actually, I messed up, I Impregnated Doyin Cragx, and she came to my house, she humiliated and Intimidated my wife, and when Deja couldn't stand the humiliation, she left with her daughter" Dotun explained, "Which Doyin Craigx?" his mom asked, "The same Doyin Cragx, the one that lives at the next street" Dotun said, "You mean Deja's cousin?" his mom Inquired,

an unfamiliar guy walked in. “You are?” I raised a brow at him. “Blake, Mr. Knight's assistant. I'll be driving you to the place Mr. Knight prepared for you….” “Oh, my God Dahlia, you need to see this!” Anita suddenly flipped out, cutting the guy off and shoving her phone into my face. “A Cunning Wife cheats on her husband and aborts their child without his knowledge.” The headlines of the article on her phone read. I shoved the phone away. “That has nothing to do with me, Anita…”

he asked, voice low. Nico blinked, just once. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” Domonic said, stepping away from his chair. “She’s not your maid, Nico. She’s your wife. You think you can talk to her like that in front of us and we won’t say anything?” “I think,” Nico said with a slow, icy calm, “that what happens between my wife and I is none of your business.” Domonic laughed, once, sharp and bitter. “You made it our business the second you started letting some spoiled brat treat her like shit while you stood by and watched.”

“Don Falcone, If that’s what you call a tantrum, Don Falcone, what do you call a married man proposing to his mistress in Las Vegas?” “How did you know—” “The whole world knows.” The line went dead. Matteo stared at the phone, a true, deep fear creeping into his heart for the first time. The news hit the streets like a car bomb. Within two hours, the entire Chicago underworld was buzzing with the explosive story: Matteo Falcone, Don of the Falcone family, had a secret wife all along. And he had proposed to his mistress in Las Vegas, causing his wife to leave him in fury.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

At thirty weeks pregnant, I had just left a prenatal appointment when a Porsche struck me and threw me across the pavement. Blood spread beneath my dress. My daughter kicked frantically, then began to weaken. I begged someone to call an ambulance, but the woman who had hit me remained behind the wheel, calmly touching up her lipstick before making a call. “Dante, I’m in trouble. A pregnant woman stepped in front of my car, and now everyone is blaming me.” “Stay inside. I’ll send someone.” Three minutes later, two black SUVs blocked the street. Six Valenti guards surrounded me and stopped the arriving ambulance. “She may be bleeding internally,” a paramedic warned. “We need to examine h

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

Even Lowell seemed shocked. “You stopped my hand for her?” she asked, sitting back down in tears. “Her? She’s not just anyone anymore. Did no one tell you what her relationship to me is now?” Nikon asked. This time, he didn’t sound so nonchalant or calm. “What do you mean? Who is she to you?” Denise questioned hastily while Lowell narrowed his eyes at me. I wanted to slap him so badly. “She’s my wife. I’ve married her,” Nikon announced with no hint of guilt in his tone. He said it to the woman who was best friends with the love of his life.