Esposa Madura Novels & Stories

“-Bella Smith? Jarrod Smith's wife? Well, ex-wife?” I froze, surprised by how much this man knew about me. “Uh-” I stopped, unable to come up with any words. He rubbed the side of his neck awkwardly, “I was a fan..” he trailed off uneasiness evident on his face. When I was in college and after college, I was a model for a fashion collection. I was really social until- Jarrod found out I was pregnant with Cameron's child and my reputation was ruined. That was the only thing I did in my marriage asides look pretty and sexy.

she asked with concern. “Yes, I can’t remember anything—even my husband,” Raquel said. Raquel fell silent for a moment, then said, “So the man I’m with now is Lejandro… his name is Lejandro, and we are married, right, Madam Bora?” Madam Bora fell silent at Raquel’s question, then said, “It’s better for you to rest first, then we’ll talk about your question later. Your well-being is more important right now,” Madam Bora said, and Raquel agreed.

"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."

blinked across the screen like a dying light. Lisa pressed decline without hesitation. “She’s so desperate,” she said with a grin. “It’s almost sad.” Duke stirred, groaning faintly. “Who’s calling?” Lisa smiled lazily. “Your wife.” He frowned, mumbling. “Rose?” “Ex-wife soon enough,” Lisa purred. “Don’t worry, I handled it. You need your rest.” But the phone buzzed again. The sound grated in the silence. Duke’s brow furrowed as he whispered, “It’s late. Maybe something’s wrong with Eli-”

And disobedient women always disappeared, so I sat frozen in front of the television while the Master poured himself another drink, amber liquid glowing beneath the dim light. “You fear marriage because the Mothers only teach discipline,” he said calmly. “They do not prepare girls properly for devotion.” I kept my eyes lowered. “Yes, Master.” His polished shoes echoed softly across the wooden floor as he approached me again. “A wife exists to serve in peace,” he continued. “Happiness comes when a woman accepts her place instead of fighting against it.” His fingers tilted my chin upward until I was forced to meet his gaze. “You will never deny me affection, Leah. Do you understand?”

And there is a bit of truth to what was said by Erika, because that's what their position in the office. "I will announce our marriage on everyone in this office. if necessary to the whole world this. So they all know that Jimmy Andrean Adinata have been married. And a lucky woman to be his wife is Erika Susanti." said Jimmy with proud while both of his hands looped in at the waist Erika. Gaze happy it radiates from the look on the face of Jimmy.

"I'm Veronica—but you can call me Mom." "Hi... ma'am," Mariana mumbled. "Mother," she corrected gently. She pulled Mariana into the sitting room just as Alessandro descended the stairs. He glanced at her with a blank expression. "New maid, Gloria?"Mariana's eyes widened. "Mind your tongue," Mrs. Esposito snapped. "She's your wife. I chose her." "You chose her? For me?"Mrs. Esposito's phone rang. "Talk it out. Be nice, Sandro."She left, and Gloria followed.

He looked at me asking for an explanation, I answered with a shake of my head. We feel that soon, we will be sabotaged by them. Mother and Great Madam They are both stubborn if they have willingness. "Suma! Mrs. Sastro is a West Javanese. She has strong tradition. From now on, the bride and groom must be kept in seclusion!" said the Great Madam. " Seclusion! What is that?" Mr. Kusuma was even more confused.

"Anthony and I bought this house a year ago. What do you think, hija? Tell me if you don't feel comfortable here." "Thank you, Tita." Madame Madelle pouted. "Tita? Mama, Sandra. Not Tita, it's Mama." She smiled. Her mother-in-law, on the other hand, is very smart, kind, generous, unlike her fiancé, very witch like. "After the wedding, you will go straight here. This will be your home."

Even her words shook as they came out. The nurse nodded casually, “Yes. That’s Mrs. Madurga’s wife. Their child was rushed here earlier because she wasn’t breathing well.” “Madurga?” Rosina repeated slowly, looking even more confused now. Her mind struggled to process it. Bianca had only disappeared months ago... how was she suddenly married with a child already? The nurse looked back at Rosina with slight surprise, almost shocked she didn’t recognize the name immediately, “Yes, Mr. Sebastian Madurga,” the nurse said proudly. “The owner of Madurga Group.”