Novel & Cerita Dutch Wife

Dangerously quiet. Because everyone involved knew what that meant. Alex knew too much. Far too much. And if he reached Patricia before they did... Everything would collapse. Back inside Alison's office, Obadiah continued. "I was married." Patricia listened. Barely. Her entire body felt numb. "My wife and I were having problems." He laughed bitterly. "More problems than either of us admitted." The old man looked toward the window. Toward the dark Nakuru skyline. "Then I met a woman."

"Why and how? Why should we meet the only alluring people in this country only to later find out the worst? If our grandfather hadn't built a MAFIA, we would still be nobility, and I might have been arranged to marry her." "Right," Danica also thought the same of Duke Gian. "Anyway," she sighed, "how long are we going to stay here? I don't mind staying if I see the Duke every day. I am willing to be a mistress." She smirked. "What kind of person is his wife?" "His wife is the heiress of a big company. So, I bet that you can't even compare to her." "Why not? We have noble blood and we are richer than her, right?"

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? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

Days turned into months, still Adrian remained distant, controlled as always. To him, the marriage was nothing more than a family arrangement. He believed his wife was Alessia Vale, the spoiled, selfish heiress the world whispered about. Yet he couldn’t ignore the fact that the woman he married... she was different. Calm. Observant. Quietly intelligent.

There was furthermore nobody to run to for help,What compound his woes was the truth that he had not built any house of his in the village expect for a dilapidated mud house his father had built during his lifetime In this dilapidated mud house,he was staying with his widowed mother and siblings,who had only accepted him back as one of their own owing to blood is thicker than water Besides that,They would not have welcomed him back,in that after he married and took his wife abroad ,he never asked about their welfare again nor send anything to them. He had only concentrated on his wife's family,as if he was bewitched by his wife,he had built a befitting house for them in the village He had al

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She slung him off, "Rebecca isn't a saint, you know. That wife of yours was having an affair with my brother, knowing fully well he was married to Violet. Here's where the hypocrisy starts; she befriends the Queen while she sleeps with her husband. If she could do that to another, give me one reason why she can't do the same to you?" Williams seethed as he listened to her revelation. He pursed his lips and turned his head around. He flashed a glance at her and diverted his eyes to the window. "Regardless of her past deeds, I still love my wife." He replied confidently. Though he was angry about the Duchess' past affair with the King, he didn't show it. "Even knowing all these, you still clai

The man didn't know that a hell of a shock awaited him. ~*~ "A marriage to a duchess?!" David Leighton burst. "A woman?" "Her name is Violet Wintour," Jenny said. "Did you just say...did you just say she wants my daughter to be her wife?" he cried. "Yes, I did," Jenny said. "A wife?" "Are you hard of hearing now?" Jenny said, trying to keep herself composed. "It's just a marriage of convenience. It's not real." "Still! Why in the world would you think that my daughter is a lesbian?"

"What about him?" "What was his name?" "Marco Vega. He died before I was born. My mother didn't talk about him much." Something happened in Dutch's face. Not surprise exactly, but the recognition of something he had been carrying for a long time. "Dutch?" Colt said from the doorway. "Give me a minute with her," Dutch said. He did not take his eyes off Sloane. "Marco Vega," he repeated. "From Albuquerque. Mother's name was Rosa." Sloane's heart did something strange. "Yes. How do you know that?"

"Its okay Jana I understand. But where is my wife?" I was getting irritated because I haven’t seen my wife. I miss her so much. And also my baby Tanya. "And how long have I been here?" I asked. “One week.” She answered. My eyes widen. "Then where is my wife? If I have been here for a week then I’m sure that my wife is already here in the Philippines?” I saw her face started to get irritated. "Will you please stop looking for your wife because she's already gone?!" She said almost shouting.