Novel & Cerita Esposa Del Fantasma

Either way, neither of them spoke a single word until the elevator doors opened. Even though Venice was already aware that their guest was her stepsister, she could not help but grit her teeth and look at her with contempt. Grayson, on the other hand, could not take his eyes off of Mavis, questioning himself if his eyes were playing tricks on him. The woman was wearing a simple spaghetti-strapped faint blue summer dress with her long hair let loose behind her. Looking at her felt like watching spring come to life. What caught him off guard was the fact that she seemed to be the exact copy of his ex-wife, but simply the carefree version of her.

I forced a smile on my face wanting to look like a polite and respectful wife to Jarrod's friend, “Sir, I really hate to bother you but you're Cameron Petals, my husband, Jarrod Smith best friend right?” His eyes settled on the ground and he let out a sigh, “No” The smile on my face disappeared and I quickly put a leg inside his house when I noticed he was about to close the door. “Sir, I know you're my husband's best friend. I.. don't know why you're denying it though but you must've heard Jarrod Smith talk about me, I'm his wife Bella and recently something really big happened and he wants to divorce-” “-Leave” he interupted giving me a stern look.

Watching her was unbearable. On the fourth day, the news broke of her ex-husband, Mason's romantic involvement only a few weeks after her death news was announced. I was in the kitchen when I heard Lydia’s sharp intake of breath. I turned, wiping my hands on a towel. “Lydia?” She didn’t answer. She was frozen in place, her phone gripped so tightly her knuckles had turned white. “What’s wrong?” She still didn’t respond. But then, slowly, she turned the phone around. I had already read the news earlier this morning but I was hoping she wouldn't find it.

She seemed to be in her late twenties or early thirties with blonde hair and brown eyes. "This is my wife Malia, Malia this is His Highness Lucian and His wife Hazel." He introduced. "It's an honor to meet you, Your Highness." She greeted. "Please come inside." It was a small house but it was neet and looked comfortable. I could see Malia glancing at Lucian now and then looking surprised. From the way she looked at him, I knew she hadn't expected him to look the way he did. I couldn't blame her, I never thought he would look like this either before I got married to him.

I’m getting married, and not married to just anybody—I’m getting married to Cameron Stanton, the man of my dreams—the man of every woman’s dreams. How did I ever score this? I thought I was simply getting a slutty, hot hookup in Vegas and I somehow ended up pregnant... to someone who turned out to be the perfect male specimen. What were the chances? How in the heck has everything that was once so wrong turned out to be so right?

"Where is my husband?" "Well miss, how would I know where your husband is? Do I look like I keep track of missing people?" the woman replied to her. "Marissa! Why are you--" an old woman came out from the dirty kitchen, "oh dear, senyorita, you're already awake." "Senyorita?" Marissa looked at her. "What are you thinking, child! That's Senyorito Demi's wife!" scolded the old woman. "Huh!" Marissa turned pale and approached her, "oh dear, senyorita, I'm so sorry.. I thought-- sorry."

"Alessia Romero, the woman who will kill you if you agree to the marriage, so congratulations, you have met your killer." "Oh, thank you. It will be a pleasure to be murdered by a virgin." That caught me flinching then pulled my hand away "Oh." I forced a laughter then made my way to a sofa in the corner of his room. "I'm glad it worked. Just...just how good is he?" I feigned a surprised look. "He, who?" He followed me and occupied a seat in front of me. "You know, the Lazza." I rubbed my chin thoughtfully "He sold me to your father and lied on that stupid resume that I am a virgin." I got up and swayed my hips. "Does this body look virgin to you?" I sank back on the sofa.

He dropped his briefcase. He looked at the living room. He saw his wife. He saw a woman who looked like his wife in dragon armor. He saw a woman who looked like his wife holding a Tommy gun. He saw a woman who looked like his wife with a robot arm. He saw a man who looked like his wife in a white tuxedo. All five pairs of mismatched eyes turned to look at him simultaneously. "Hello, husband," Fantasy Vespera purred. "You look... small in this dimension."

“It seems the Russo family not only sucks at business, but they also have no manners. Disrespecting my fiancée? Who gave you the balls?” A bodyguard threw Nico aside like a piece of trash. Marcello wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. “Get lost.” Leo and Nico scrambled away like beaten dogs. Meanwhile, in Colombia, Raphael stared at the live broadcast on TV. On the screen, Cecilia was nestled against Marcello, and Marcello Falcone was holding his woman with an unmistakable look of possession. CRASH! He smashed his crystal glass against the wall. “No… it can’t be real…” he muttered, but the look in Cecilia’s eyes told him it was. This was no act.