Novel & Cerita Don Little Wife

"This is about where this Family goes for the next ten years. It is not your chance to score points off Dia." "Could you act like a Donna? Try thinking before you speak. If you have anything to think with." They went on, and they didn't see me around the corner. I let out a quiet breath. When God was building Lillian, He'd spent everything on her face. Sometimes I wondered if her brain was the size of a walnut. Previous life she'd only been his mistress. Her job was to look beautiful at parties. This time she was his wife and future Donna, and the stupidity was on full display.

~DANTE~ My search for Lola has been going on for more than six months now. I have refused to allow Candice to visit my house for nearly three months. I broke things off with Candice, but the girl seemed not to get the message. I don’t want her; I only want Lola, my wife. Candice suggested that we become friends. She kept me company and knew when not to cross the line. I will never forget what I promised my wife. I promised her that I would be her prince as long as she remained the princess, but I fell short. I had let her down. I took her innocence and told her we couldn’t work. She was the woman I married, the love of my life, but I failed our love. I didn’t have sex with some fucking girl.

Trisha was taken aback, and she could not help feeling too tiny, degraded, and demeaned at the lady's measuring gaze on her. "Yes, she is my wife. Do you have any problem with that?" Denny felt so offended for Trisha as he saw his sister look down on his girl. He deliberately used the word wife to annoy his infuriating sister, who always wanted her opinion to be heard and followed.

Lilly admitted with a sly smile, knowing that her husband loved that she was an insatiable slut as well as a demure woman in the community, "It did pop into my head." "I want her in thigh highs all day at school and with a vibrating egg inside her," he said. "Why?" Lilly asked, curious and surprised, something that Dylan could seldom do to her since he had allowed a whole group of ministers at a conference to gangbang her, although only in the mouth and ass; yet, it was almost eight o'clock and he had surprised her twice. "I'll explain it to her when she comes down for breakfast," he replied, as his wife placed the bowl of oatmeal in front of him.

Behind him, a chubby man, no taller than 5'7", followed. He had slicked-back hair and a tailored suit hugging his bulky frame. The kind of man who looked like he never lifted a finger but had people who did for him. From my spot by the elevator, still clutching the shoebox, I heard Dontrell call out— “Dove.” His voice, low and familiar, coiled around me. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it back home last night,” he said, stepping closer. “I had a lot to handle.” He stopped inches away, tilting my chin up with two fingers. “My wife. The strongest woman I’ve ever met, the only one who could handle me.” I didn’t answer.

Victoria POV Sometimes when I think of my memory as a movie, I can't help but think that there are some scenes that I still don't... I can picture in my mind, no matter how many times people repeat them to me, they just aren't there, it's as if they never happened for me. And among those "scenes" which unfortunately I can't remember, is Dominik. I know who he is, he has even introduced himself to me and told me that he is my husband, that we have been married for almost a year, and that the child I have in my womb is his. But unfortunately, I cannot remember him.....

The other — gray-faced, broken. She didn't recognize me. Why would she? I barely recognized myself. A man's voice drifted through the phone. Low. Familiar. "You know I can't resist you." She giggled. "If your wife heard that, she'd file for divorce again." "Let her. I always bring her back. She can't leave me." The elevator's air conditioning bit into my skin, but I felt like I was choking. She lowered her voice, teasing. "Are you trying to make me jealous? Careful, or I'll walk into your office and announce to everyone that Don Vito Hart is cheating on his wife. With his old mistress."

The other person called him Young Master Dillon, and he spoke as if he was familiar with Abel. Was he Abel’s brother? Seeing Dillon’s narcissistic appearance, Ruth was a little shocked. “You’re Dillon Blakewell?” “Aha, you’re indeed a businesswoman. How did you suddenly realize who I am?” Dillon had expected Ruth’s reaction and leaned closer. “If you sleep with me, I promise to give you—” “You b*stard! I’m Abel’s wife!” Ruth finally untied the rope binding her wrists and raised her hand to slap Dillon.

, Daniella interrupted and finally looked up from her phone, the others turned to her astonished. "Woah! So you can look up from that thing in your hands for once huh?" Flourish asked rhetorically and she snorted. "What?" She asked, looking at them. "Hmm, palaver!" Chinny said. "Dino Escobar's wife", Orlanda called and they bursted into laughter. "Hey, don't even go there. She might not only end up commiting suicide, she might as well bury herself this time", Winifred said and they laughed, Daniella twisted her lips.

The acid burns as I try to force it back down, but this only makes my eyes well up with tears even more. And then it hits me. My Husband and my Bestfriend cheated on me. I try to compose myself, but it didn't do me good. My legs are a bit wobbly beneath me, and I'm in a state of shock. I can't think straight. "I already talked to the babysitter named Dalia. She said that Mr. Fernan and Ms. Jamie live in the rest house this morning in a hurry. And we need to investigate more." I feel a light pat on my shoulder. It's SPO1 Buenaventura. He's trying to calm me down. "I'm sorry."