Esposa Del Fantasma Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, bringing my fingers to my temples, where I made a light massage. -No! He's married to Karla Estrabao. The woman was silent for a few seconds, perhaps thinking about who could be Karla Estrabao, when in a memory flash, Vero touched with the tip of her index finger on her head. -The Latina from the threesome? I leaned my body back again, leaning my back against the padded chair. -Yep, the one. Vero got up from her chair with a laugh that spread throughout the environment. -You are so fucked!

If I was going to act like his wife, it was best I did it right. I looked around the suite again to be sure nothing felt out of place. On the last facetime I had with Max, I slipped that I was currently staying at a hotel suite and he went bonkers. Tell me about "your husband is fucking rich and you can't stay in a real house?" And all sorts of shits Max had said while lashing out. It wasn't directed at me anyways, it was directed at Jason, my husband. I couldn't tell Max over the phone that it was a fake marriage that I was using to get out of poverty but Max told me everything, even the dirty ones so it was only right that I told him regardless of the stupid clause on the contract. It wasn

She's beautiful. "Are you talking to me?" I ask her. "Yeah, I see the way you've been looking at her. I know that look. Do you like her?" I laugh and rub my neck nervously, a little embarrassed. "Well... Funny thing is she's my wife." "Oh." She says a bit surprised. "Your wife?" "Yeah. I think she's trying to make me jealous on purpose, I don't know, I just don't understand." "Oh, it's that kind of night. I totally understand. You see that man over there?" She says, pointing up to a man sitting in the VIP section, surrounded by three girls. I look up and see the man. He looks expensive.

A woman with a bitchy face seemed unaffected by her husband's actions and was still in dreamland. Alex Matthew Forest: "What did you say? Wait a minute. You make me suspicious. Who are you? Are you an alien or a ghost? You have been acting weird, like you are not the Massimo I used to know. Since when did you and Abby hit it off? Are not you the one who ever told me if you hate your wife?"

TWO YEARS AND THREE MONTHS BACK “Benny proposed last night saying I was the only woman he could ever imagine as his wife. Can you tuck inagine? The fucker dared to say it to my face while fucking that Bitch-are you even listening? Hey! Rara!” I jolted forward when someone shook me by the shoulders.

We always used to do this whenever we witnessed Vishal and Tara's little hormonal episode. Now everything feels okay. I've got my friends back, I have my child with me, I am taking a step away from my past and I have a wife who loves me more than everything. After Zara's death, I had lost our friendship but now it's back. “Stop laughing, I felt same when you kissed Mayra." Vishal scoffed and kissed her again. I smiled and rubbed the back of my neck. “Fuck! You smiled as if kissing is a big thing. Man she's your wife, you've got every right to do so. But why I have a feeling that you didn't have sex yet?"

“Secondly, I do know you. I know you like Italian food, more specifically pasta. I know you love the beach but rarely make time for it. I know you like to read smut and fantasy. I know your favorite flowers are lilies. I know you like to watch the sun rise and set everyday from your balcony. I know you enjoy baking. And I know, despite your behavior and attitude towards me, that you are a very kind, compassionate person who always tries to give people the benefit of the doubt. “So I do know a little about you. And after everything I have seen, I know I want to know more.” I tapped my foot on the ground. “So you have been stalking me?” And apparently for longer than I thought. “I was merely c

“We have to find that son of a bitch who lived under this roof first. The moment we find him we are bound to find Fantasma. The chances of them working together are quite high. Fantasma is playing games, and we’re just sitting here, waiting to get hit again.” “We’ll figure it out,” Anthony said calmly, taking a seat. “But rushing isn’t going to help us think clearly.” “Rushing?” I shot back, spinning on my heel to face him. “We’ve been doing this for months now since Singapore, Anthony! Fantasma’s been toying with us since we came back or maybe while we were in Singapore by killing off Sebastian, and now my wife is caught up in it! She could’ve died because of this, and we still have no clue

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."

"Shut up. Don't mention her." "Enrico, how can you treat me like this?" Tears instantly streamed down Luisa's face. "I'm your legal wife. Cinzia is your daughter. Shouldn't we live together as a family? Isabella has already left. She doesn't even want you anymore. Why are you still hung up on her?"