Esposa Del Fantasma Novels & Stories

Helia asked, frowning. "As per sir Santi, she's our boss's wife," the employee replied, shocking Helia and the guard. "She's Joaquin's what?!" "Wife. The woman he married. That's me," Manuela said, entering and following the employee to Uno's office, leaving Helia speechless.

"She's not just an ex-wife, she's a living saint! I heard she paid off all of the debt for him." "Marcus is about to have it made. Living off a woman is still a skill." I did not move. I merely looked down at my worn-out sneakers with the soles coming apart. "Excuse me, I've got deliveries to make," I said, my voice coming out hoarse. The veins on the back of my hand bulged as I gripped the handlebars. There was no way Shirley missed me. She probably just wanted to see if I was dead yet. Back in court, when she sobbed and testified that I embezzled company funds to support a boy toy, she had worn that same expression.

My wife, she said. The woman I was supposed to marry was Cassia Rowe. I remembered that much. She had blonde hair, a sharp jaw, and a sharp mouth. Very photogenic. Not this quite dark-haired ghost walking around mailing herbs on my face and feeding me soup like we were in a done goddamn historical drama. I kept thinking… maybe Grandmother hired her. Some live-in nurse with good manners and a tragic past. But the moment she said wife, it was like something uncoiled in me.

he added, which sent her shivers down her spine. The look on his face gradually changed, his lips curling into a devilish smile. "And that would be none other than my wife." "Althea Theodora Corazon-Sibal." * * * ALTHEA felt a shiver down her spine once her eyes dropped to the two corpses lined up on the side. Tears rolled down her eyes as she quivered in fear of the monster right in front of her. A man who would do everything just to impose a horrendous love that shouldn't exist in the first place. "Te amo, Amor."

“This is my wife Aurora Rosario De Santos Ricci.” “De Santos.” Mona breathed out. “The queen to the De Santos Mafia and to the Ricci mafia and you just hinted you slept with my husband I don’t seem to like that, do you still like Dominic?” “No,” Mona spoke, she knew she had made a mistake and she knew that she was about to regret it. “I had no idea he was married, I am sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.” She said and Aurora smiled.

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!

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.

" And that 'Your wife' thing also. But still it doesn't compensate the fact that I hate you. From, Rehan. You say you hate me? But your message sounds otherwise. You really hate me or you are convincing yourself that you hate me? Me: I am Mayra Malhotra and will always be. From, Mayra Malhotra (Your wife, forever.) Rehan: