Novel & Cerita Esposa Del Fantasma

"I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me." Geneva recoiled instantly with all her might. Someone give her a bucket, toilet, anything. She wanted to vomit blood. She made a wailing sound from her throat. It sounded like a laugh and at the same time, a cry. This sound could scare even a ghost but luckily, this ghost seemed to be more rigid than a wall. She thinks: Am I supposed to be happy that I at least got a modest ghost who wants marriage before intimacy. One who thinks marriage before intimacy with it makes it

She’s looking at me like something stuck to the bottom of her expensive shoe. "I’m sorry, that’s not part of my job description." The woman smiles. "I get it. Kira, right? A little birdie told me you’ve been sleeping with my fiancé. Woman to woman, don’t let it get to your head. You will never be good enough for him." I don’t care who this woman is, I will not let her lecture me like I’m her husband’s mistress. I force a smile of my own. "Woman to woman, don’t piss off your future husband’s secretary. She may hold valuable information."

My wife, Lily Tanner, is a mortician. She's trying to avoid getting fired during her pregnancy, so she keeps locking herself in the morgue. I may be her husband and colleague, but even I am not allowed inside. I don't want her to work too hard, so in the middle of the night, I sneak into the morgue to do her checks for her. However, she reacts by going berserk and sounding the alarm. Ever since then, I've been very careful around her, fearing that it may affect her pregnancy. Later on, with Lily repeatedly receiving praise from the deceased's family, our department decides to hold a commendation ceremony for her. The whole family seems relieved. However, as soon as Lily receives her a

He asked. A train of memories flashed through my mind about Mariella passing out that night in my room, her eyes rolling back in the library, her body almost going limp when Jose kissed her hand. Could it be that Dante was right? “So…” I paused, still thinking over what he had just said. “You're telling me that my wife is a clairvoyant?”

Felix nearly choked on his own spit. He quickly cleared his throat and blurted out, "You sure you called the right person?" For a second, he panicked. If anyone else had overheard that, they would have thought Xena was announcing his child's birth. Xena replied, "No mistake. I was just too shocked. This is huge." Felix frowned and asked, "Alright… Then, why are you telling me about this?" Xena's tone turned serious. "Felix, we've been monitoring a Malevolent Phantom for a while. We finally took it down. But here's the thing—its wife was already pregnant, and just now… she gave birth."

But what happened next took my breath away. "Sofia Esposito, a member of my family, has agreed to be the wife of our Capo, and it is an honor for us," Don Federico Esposito said, rising from his seat with a deep, gravelly voice. His words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, the room felt even colder.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

The villas and the resort itself. “Mommy! My prince charming is living in that resort!” I turned to the source of the voice. The mother and daughter approached the screen I was currently looking at. The last part of the advertisement shows the owner of the island resort and his achievements. I stared at it for a long time. Octavious Alejandro the fifth. My famous, attractive and rich husband. After that quick wedding, we parted ways. Years passed without seeing him, yet he didn’t forget. Every year, I received gifts on all occasions and invitations that I always decline.

Instead, she came to put me in my place. I was sitting on the couch and going through company emails when she pushed open the mansion’s main entrance. Georgia strode in unapologetically. A clean-cut young man with a white shirt on and an innocent gaze followed suit. He was none other than her new flame, Fernando White. Fernando was a rising young idol in the entertainment industry. The moment Georgia entered through the door, she tossed her car keys onto the coffee table. Her face was filled with hostility. “Simon, you think you’re so great, huh? How dare you run and tattle to my mom? Do you think I’ll be intimidated just because you use my mom to pressure me?”

I came back from a three-month grind in Miami, opened the door, and boom—some random blonde was sprawled on my couch, rocking my silk robe and sipping my vintage red like she owned the place. "Who the hell are you?" She looked like she'd just stumbled out of a club—perfect makeup, long hair, fake confidence. "Basement. Let her dry out," I told Marco, my shadow since forever. "Wait!" Damon, my husband, came flying down the stairs, arms wide. "Vanessa, it's not what it looks like!"