El Esposo Piadoso Novels & Stories

My name was Logan Prescott, and I was a 25-year-old married man. Lately, I had been troubled. My petite, delicate wife simply couldn't handle my thick, extremely well-endowed rod. On top of that, my stamina was relentless. If I went a single day without release, my whole body felt on edge. Every time we were together, it ended up feeling almost like an assault, with my wife's eyes rolling back in pleasure just so I could gain the slightest bit of satisfaction.

The only sounds were the crabs on the floor and the excited whispers of the plants in the corner. The pothos practically vibrated with excitement. “Whoa! The real wife is finally fighting back!” Sophia completely unraveled. She had assumed I knew nothing about her and planned to provoke me until I left on my own. Now that the marriage certificate was sitting right in front of her, she could not pretend anymore. Her only option was to play the victim. She burst into tears as she grabbed Justin’s sleeve. “Honey! What’s going on? You told me you were divorced! You told me that woman died in Afrikad!”

Ethan questioned, his skin still pale from staring at me like he'd seen a scary ghost in midday. "I know very well that you are disappointed, but it's going to take a lot to have me under the ground" I muttered under my breath, however making it loud enough for him to hear me. "Okay, what is going on here?" Rico pressed again, this time looking at Ethan more for answers. "Well, do you mind explaining? " "She is...my wife" Ethan replied, his voice hesitant. "Ex-wife, you mean?" I corrected, my tone icy. "I know your wife very well and I'm damn well sure I'd never be her"

Jimena retorted, looking at him with distaste. “Well, for some reason, three of you are married to us. We must have that je ne sais quoi that drives the Gutiérrez women crazy,” he said with a proud grin. “Conceited idiot.” She grumbled, eliciting laughter from her husband, who got out of bed and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Let go of me, you moron!” She squirmed in his embrace, which only made him hold her tighter. Pablo placed a loud kiss on her neck, which only made her angrier. “Let go, Pablo!” she growled. He slowly released her and turned her to face him.

It's a silent rule cause I don't want them to feel awkward having fans. 'What are you saying? I would love to help, especially if it's a fan of mine. It's like giving back to you for all the support and inspiration you gave me.' what's with this heartfelt statement? I keep my heart beating faster and make myself comfortable at his back. He smelled so good. He opened the door to his apartment. "I'm back." All the conversation started in Hangul but I understand it anyway. "Oh honey, welcome back. Who's that?" I finally see his mystery wife. He never discloses her to the public. She was so pretty in her straight black hair. She probably also just came back from the kitchen with the apron she wa

He found Ismeralda asleep on the couch in the living room. She looked so at peace and for some reason that put him at peace. He walked over to her slowly and sat on the couch. She looked so beautiful... He wondered when she would be ready for him to take her. This marriage was a very bad one. Most people wanted to make their marriage work and of course there were men that used their wives as though they were common whores. But Adriano didn’t even know how to make their marriage try to work, he didn’t know what a husband was supposed to do and he was very certain that he didn’t have a single romantic bone in his body. Even at that, he wasn’t brutal enough to mistreat his wife.

He stood beside his car, suit rumpled, hands shaking as he replayed the moment Susan collapsed, her face pale, lips swelling, the terror in her eyes when her lungs betrayed her. He hadn’t known. But that excuse rang hollow even to him now. How do you stay married to someone for 3 years and not know that they are allergic to peonies. His phone buzzed. It was an unknown Number. He answered without thinking. “You will not contact her again.” The voice on the other end was calm, controlled, dangerous. “Adrian,” Julian said hoarsely. “This call is a courtesy,” Adrian replied. “Nothing more.” “I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

Caleb looked at me, with an unstoppable outpouring of love in his eyes. In the office, Vincent stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing down at the sprawling, glittering metropolis. He was leaner than he had been a year ago, yet his eyes carried a desolate emptiness that no amount of time could erase. Resting silently on his desk was an exquisite wedding invitation. The embossed gold lettering felt like acid burning into his retinas.

“Get that away from me. I don't want anything from you.” Tears kept falling, blurring his face—that smug grin, those dark eyes raking over my naked body like I was meat. Cristian sighed, like I was being a stubborn kid. He set the spoon down and leaned back, crossing his arms. “Fine, starve if you want. But while you're at it, let me tell you what's been happening out there. I'm married now. To Marisol. Tied the knot yesterday. Big ceremony, the whole cartel showing up. Andrade was there too, the idiot.”