Empress Jennifer Cuckold Novels & Stories

Alice replied "I told you,Alice, that's not my kid that you're carrying!" "How would you know?" Jennifer asked. "She only had sex with you" "How do you know she's not lying?" Omar asked. "You know how your cousin is,Jennifer" "She's not lying because you're the only fool I know that she dated that'll hit it raw.All her other boyfriends that she dated wore protection" "I don't believe it. Tucker told me--" "Tucker? Tim Tucker? That same damn fool who stole from a gas station and put all the blame on you? That Tucker?" Jennifer asked

Jennifer had been sitting on the couch for quite some time. Donna had not returned to the living room since she came. She remained in Raymond’s room. As Jennifer sat, a memory flashed through her mind—a vivid scene of her mate engaged in an intimate act with another woman, Christina. That betrayal hit her heart once again, breaking her. These few days, she had nearly forgotten her identity and her background. She believed she had gotten a new life. However, Raymond’s words came rushing back to her. Right from the moment he woke up, it was clear as day that their marriage was merely a business deal.

I sat down at my desk and opened up my laptop. Immediately, it started getting blown up with emails and I groaned. The hell was going on? “Oh no…Zach…” I looked up at Stacy, who was looking at me, wide-eyed, as was Jason. I looked down at the email that read, ‘Care to comment’ and pulled up the article. ‘Jennifer Sinclair, heiress to the Sinclair group and fiancé to Zachary Anderson, caught in bed with modeling agent Andre Forte.’ There was a lovely video of her naked, wrapped in bedsheets with her modeling manager, covering his assets with a bed pillow.

It was Caroline who held her and comforted her through her breakdown but once she got her strength back, she was the strong girl that Emelia fell in love with. They both moved to their penthouse gifted by Xavier and Caroline and as Jennifer had planned, she joined Emelia in her business as fifty fifty partner. "So how do you like it, Wife?" Emelia back hugged her as she was standing by the window, watching the sun rise from the horizon far away. "I love every moment with you Emelia Russell. Thank you for that day when you bumped into me in the mall, if you haven't , we wouldn't have been here". Jennifer turned to hold her at her waist.

“Yes. I am Imelda Del Monte and intended bride to Easton Grant.” I told her confidently. “How bold.” She chuckled, humorless. “I don’t have time to chitchat, I have a wedding to prepare for.” I said and before she could say anything else, I took my leave. . . . I was alone in my room, deep in thoughts and going through Gabriel’s fiancée’s page. Jennifer Hilton, a big time public influencer and daughter of billionaire Chris Hilton who recently passed away. Of course! Another means of power and wealth. I should have known.

Emily cursed very well, making Jennifer temporarily speechless, her lips moved but she could not say a word. Next to her, Emma was also motionless when hearing about the tragic past of her brand-new boyfriend. And not too far away, there were a few more VIP audiences. Kevin did not expect Jennifer and Emily to be here digging into his past personal life. His ugly and tragic life has been heard all about by the shareholders. “Ah… ah… ah. What did you just say?” After saying that, Jennifer rushed at Emily. Of course, Emily was also going crazy, wanting to vent all the pent-up frustrations over the past few days, so she didn't run away and had a fight with the girl who didn't know what was good

Is this how deep her jealousy had become for me? "And what if –" she paused, staring down at me. "– she is pregnant for him, that is why he always has her around? I know Denver, he hates using a condom while having sex, so it's obviously clear he didn't use it on her." What's wrong with Jennifer? What's the color of her problem right now? Alpha Denver, who thinks I would ever say such a thing to anyone, turns out the woman he calls his own doesn't in any way trust him a bit.

“Emmet wanted a child and was stubborn about it; it was one thing he never got out of his previous marriage. I wanted one, too, but not the way he wanted. He was getting old and couldn’t bare having had one. We did a couple of tests and found out why—low sperm count—he was devastated by it. It got him moody, too. He got to be suddenly distant, stayed up late at work and started taking one too many business trips . . . he made it seem like it was all my fault. I thought maybe an adoption would resolve things but he never wanted that. We quarrelled about it and I went crying to Hilda and then she came up with a solution. She suggested Emmet become a cuckold and allow me to screw some o

Her lip curled up in insolence as she looked at Lila. I stepped forward, looming over her and flashed my left hand so their leader could see. “I asked Lila to marry me, to be my wife. I wanted to marry her, to have her with me forever, to have her body on mine whenever and wherever I want. Not you. Never any of you. Only her.” Jennifer’s jaw jutted forward and her arms crossed over her chest. “So, what you’re saying is you married your whore.” My eyes widened and my body vibrated.

Chelsea explained. "So what happened to his wife, any idea, Mira?" Sarah asked. "I have no idea who she is." "Neither do we. All we know is she's Indian and a gold digger who used to live in some small town in Florida." "Gold digger, huh?" Ruhi was shocked to know how low his employees thought of her. "Of course! That's why they didn't even let the media cover their wedding. They were worried the whole of California would call her such names." Chelsea was very sure about her theory.