Esposa Hotwife Novels & Stories

Elsewhere, several kilometers away, Alex Midila was having the best morning he'd experienced in months. He sat inside a luxurious office overlooking Milimani Estate. The office belonged to Fiona. Or at least that's what he believed. The room smelled of expensive perfume and polished wood. Everything about it screamed wealth. Success. Power. Exactly the life Alex wanted. Fiona stood beside the window. Elegant as always. Her white dress reflected the morning sunlight. Alex couldn't help admiring her. Compared to Patricia's endless worries and financial lectures, Fiona felt refreshing. Ambitious. Confident.

“Why have I never heard about it? He’s kept it really low-key.” “His wife is from Australia, owns a farm with thousands of dairy cows, and she’s eleven years older than Fame.” Sophie showed me a picture on her tablet. “This is his wife.”

******** Inside a luxury villa,Felipe sat in front of his desk in the study, his narrow eyes looking at the butler on the side. "Did you find out everything about her?” The housekeeper nodded, his tone a little deep, "That girl,her name is Andrea Aguero Munoz,Sebastian Munoz’s wife,she came to Buenos Aires from the countryside a month ago." Felipe was unimpressed, a smile on his face, "She’s married?Damn it!" The housekeeper spoke somewhat helplessly from the side, "Sebastian Munoz is not to be messed with, there are many other beautiful women in this world,you should not get involved with her."

Recalling that this was the same lady that has made her marriage life miserable some time ago, she couldn't have the hatred that clouded her mind against her. "What is that your name again? Lisa?" She asked Nina as she rubbed her fingers together while staring at her confidently. "You must know who I am, right? I am Jason's wife... The famous CEO of Prestige modeling company," She further said as she slowly tucked her hair behind her ear. "Yes... I know you," Nina replied to her, and she nodded her head. "Right... You should. I mean, how can you know the wife of your concubine? It'll be ridiculous. You know Jason is married, don't you?" She asked, maintaining a straight face this time.

"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?"

But what happened next took my breath away. "Sofia Esposito, a member of my family, has agreed to be the wife of our Capo, and it is an honor for us," Don Federico Esposito said, rising from his seat with a deep, gravelly voice. His words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, the room felt even colder.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

“He says we can’t live at home anymore.” “Is this how you act in front of a child?” I ask calmly. Daniel looks at me, his eyes full of hate, “You can have the whore and her bastard.” An evil smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “Wait, if you’re here? Where is your wife? Does she know about all this?” Trying to keep my voice neutral, I say, “Don’t worry about my wife. She’s an amazing woman.” “I’m sure she is. But does she like sleeping in a cold bed? A place in mine just became available.” Daniel taunts.

She grabbed the pen holder on her desk and raised it like she was about to throw it at me. I reacted fast and caught her wrist midair. "Irene, don't be like that. What happened last night wasn't just on me, but you can't starve yourself over it." I softened my voice on purpose, my other hand brushing lightly over the back of hers. She jerked like she had been shocked, trying to pull away, but I held on tight. "Let go! Do you even realize what you're doing? I'm your boss's wife. What we're doing isn't right!" She kept her voice low, terrified someone outside might hear.

"Leave the poor girl Esposa. Our village is so boring. Let a girl fantasize." "Let her fantasize about getting married. Fidel came to see her today. Poor guy. He brought flowers, vanilla. She just treated him like garbage before pushing him out." "I don't think she's ready yet then." Ema"s father still supported making his wife more agitated. "Support her all day till she marries that man in her dreams."