Esposa Del Fantasma Novels & Stories

Just like what I had mention, he was trying to make this marriage work which is not part of our deal. The three kiss every day, I'm starting to get used of it as if it was just a normal things to do as a wife. However, I am not his real wife. I am not Selena Asli Castania, I am an impostor pretending to be his wife. And there is a fear lurking on the back of my head. I fear that the three kiss will be the reason of the failure of this mission. I don't know, it just suddenly came out of nowhere. The more I get comfortable and get used with what's happening around me, the more fear get visible in my eyes. Fear that I might mess this up and I end up regretting everything.

"You must be his wife, I'm Mikaela Esqueza, the mother." She then gave me a gently hug but her facial expression wasn't changing. Even my body's shaking, I did my best not to show how nervous I am right now. "Nice meeting y-you," I stammered. "I'm Irisian Marie Villafuente, uhm, Esqueza. But you can call me Iris for short," I smiled at her. "What family are you from?" she asked, rasing her brow. "You must be very special, my son married you in so much rush." She looked at Mr. Esqueza. "Right, Zachary?"

It was the side-by-side comparison. Next to the photo of me from last night was an old portrait of Isabella Santiago from six years ago. The hair was different, the clothes were different, but the eyes... the eyes were identical. And then, there was the headline. Written in bold, black letters that screamed the end of my life. RETURN OF THE DEAD: Dante Galante Caught Hiding "Deceased" Wife of Rival Mateo Santiago and Their Secret Child.

she said, patting her cheeks. She goes out again to call Mansour who was in the shower. - Mansour!!!Mansour!!!..: Fanta shouted from the door. - What's up Fanta?... he asks from the bathroom. - She's your wife - My wife what? - Your wife... Without waiting for the rest of Fanta's sentence, he wraps the towel around his loins and goes out again, running ahead of Fanta to reach the room where Physio was. He couldn't believe it, he didn't believe his eyes or his ears.

The second phase for the game project was starting and Tynan couldn't afford to take any leave for his honeymoon after the unofficial wedding, not that Laura minded. In fact, the e-ghost seemed to already know that her time was approaching. As suddenly as she came into Tynan's life, she left.

Now, they were sitting in the restaurant, Cabir looked at his sad and pale face and asked :" Viren, I don't want to hear any lie and tell me why are you looking so upset . And no need to make excuses that you are okay as I can say seeing your face and where is Alya" Viren sighed , he can't lie to Cabir . Finally, he decided to confess everything and said :" Anisha Mathur, she is responsible for my all my miseries". Cabir looked at him with confusion, and asked :" Who is she? ". Viren took a deep breath and said :" She is my boss and ", he took a pause and said:" And my wife". Cabir gets shocked , he composed himself and said :" your wife? You were married to Alya , correct? I received your

Kristen stayed quiet. “Let me tell you a little story,” Carolina said, stepping closer. Her heels echoed slightly on the tile. “Your mother… your real mother… was married to a mafia boss.” Kristen’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Carolina nodded, watching her reaction. “He was ruthless. Cold. The kind of man who made people disappear. She hated him. It was a forced marriage—nothing romantic. She loved someone else. Wilson.” Kristen’s eyes widened slightly.

I choked out, a ragged, bloody whisper escaping my lips. "You came back..." The figure leaned down, hovering over my broken body. But as I stared closer, desperate to finally see the face that had haunted my waking nightmares, the beautiful illusion violently shattered. The soft, yielding features of my ghost mate began to warp. They shifted, snapping brutally into sharp, terrifying clarity. The face staring down at me wasn't my wild Omega. It was Valeria. My icy, untouchable contract wife. Her silver eyes were wide, cold, and entirely apathetic.

To settle my family's debt, I was forced to marry the comatose heir of a mafia family. On our wedding night, as I washed his body, a low, lazy chuckle echoed in my ear. "Enjoying the view?" I glanced up, meeting the gaze of my comatose husband's ghost. "He'll do." While everyone was pitying my fate as a young widow, I was striking a deal with my new husband's ghost. "Sign it. Now."

The woman kept growling. Her mother gave her a stern look. "Nadine, what am I doing?! You should know that I am doing everything possible! I seduced that old man and even abducted his wife just to live this affluent life!" She yelled at her child. Yes, the woman with whom Nadine was conversing was Phantom's father's mistress. Phantom's real mother has been imprisoned in this mansion's basement for numerous years. The elderly guy is aware that his true wife is present in their home's basement because they separated these two from the old woman's other plans.