Esposa Del Fantasma Novels & Stories

At that moment, one of them shrieked, “Ah — ! Oh my God, who is this person? He and a dog are actually… Eww, this really disgusts me. How can there be such a disgusting man in this world?” “Let me see. Let me see. Where did you see this?” “On Triller!” “I also browsed it… Oh, my. Ysabel, hurry and take a look. It’s your husband! What’s going on? How long has it been since you and your husband did it? Why is he in a hurry like this, and won’t even let the b*tch go.” “What?” One of the women enjoying the spa with her eyes closed was Benedict Maldini’s wife, Ysabel Yoder. She immediately jumped up after hearing it. She grabbed the phone and took a look. Wasn’t the person her husband?

Leah replied at once, finally casting aside the memory she had just seen. Even though the pain of her first separation from Lejandro had returned—a breakup with no closure—caused by Furtiza. Until now, she still didn’t know what had really happened to Furtiza or why she was no longer with Lejandro. One big mystery for Leah (also known as Elijah) was the woman inside the Ferman Mansion who looked exactly like her—and who happened to be Lejandro’s wife. Meanwhile, Lejandro was burning with desire to be physically reunited with Elijah.

"Monica… Why didn't you contact me? He kidnapped you, and you're still staying with him? Do you have any idea what I went through to find you?" I looked at him quietly. There was no sharp ache in my chest anymore. "Didn't expect you to be this worked up over an enforcer. Where was all that urgency when all those people died on Moonfall Island?" Doug froze, words catching in his throat. The joy of finding me twisted into something uneasy. "What are you doing? Stop this and come home with me." I couldn't stop the tears this time. I took a step back, my voice breaking. "What am I to you? "Your wife? Your girlfriend? A toy? Or just a dog you keep on a leash with fake love? I'm telling you, the m

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

“Isn't this woman an Agent officer who this afternoon was reported to have died in an accident while on duty? So… so this woman is Lorenzo's wife?” Carmen covered her mouth in disbelief as she looked at all the pictures of Lorenzo and his little family hanging on the wall. There Carmen can see Lorenzo's wedding photo and also a photo of Lorenzo holding a baby with Selena. Then Carmen also found a large photo with Enzo under the frame. With great admiration Carmen studied the photos one by one while thinking. Can I take the place of this woman to be both a wife and a mother?

“Voss and DeSantis just finished fighting because DeSantis’ woman hid you under his roof, and now you show up here?” Maria’s gaze snapped to Alexei, who nodded slowly. “Mafalda is DeSantis’ woman,” she admitted, “and she told me to find Maria.” Luca dragged a hand down his face. “No. No, no, no.” His voice was tight with frustration. “You are not staying here.” Maria exhaled. She was about to argue when she turned back to the mysterious woman still seated calmly on the couch. Maria’s eyes narrowed. “And who are you?”

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!"

“Is he getting married too?” He nodded. “To Celia Del Carmen. Elegant. Former beauty queen. Likes orchids.” Her stomach dropped. “No,” she whispered. Her mother couldn’t be marrying Andres’s father. No way. “Yes,” he said. “No.” Andres frowned, unsure whether to laugh or be annoyed. “Yes. You didn’t know?” She stared at him, refusing to answer. “Tell me you’re joking.” She still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It felt like a nightmare she couldn’t wake from.