Esposa Nalgona Novels & Stories

"Yes! How is that possible? If it's true that sajangnim marries an old woman that means he loves her, after all, how could that girl be his lover, I really don't agree?" "Who are you calling disagree?" someone's voice made the three nurses look up at Wilona who was now standing in front of the receptionist's desk making their eyes widen at Wilona who looked at her cold and piercing. "Ahh.. you're right, Max was married a week ago with a woman who was far adrift even you could say the same age as your mother" replied Wilona while smiling sweetly at them "And me? Yes, you are also right. I am Maxime Alatas' mistress, so why?" Wilona's words this time made their eyes round at the same time and

Dropping her cell phone on the sofa seat and throwing her head back, Giovana could hardly believe what she will read in the newspapers. Her face was stamped on various social media profiles as the former wife of billionaire Antony. Many of them gestured a betrayal on her part. That made Giovana’s blood boil.

She deserved an explanation after all she’s his wife. “Liar!” Nora screamed, “All these years I have devoted myself to you but all could repay me back with is to cheat on me everyday, Angelo.” She cried. He felt bad hearing her words, but it was too late because this is who he was, she knew that before she agreed to this marriage and there’s no way she’s leaving him, if not through a body bag, that’s the only way which she’s familiar with. “Babe..” He called, trying to touch her but she pulled away from him.

"Congratulations on your wedding" Joana smiled at her "She is the bride of that bastard, what a pity" a lady said besides Joana and clock her tongue in a pitiful manner before walking off. Bella frowned when she refer to her husband as bastard "What's that lady talking about?" She clutched her bouquet and stared hard at Joana "Maybe she is referring to your husband being the illegitimate son of Nicholas Calvin, a renowned billionaire but refused to recognize your husband" "Is that all?" Bella insisted when she sensed something in Joana's tone

Georgina took a deep breath, “For heaven's sake, he is married. He has to go after his wif–” “Shut the fuck up Georgina. Shut up!” Natalia yelled, making Georgina jerk forward, the word ‘Wife’ piercing right into her heart. No other can be his wife except her. She was his. Romero shook his head, “I don't care, Natalia.” He said plainly as he stared at her from her head to her feet with pure disgust. “What!” Elizabeth and Wilson chorused. Natalia took a step back, did she just hear right? Even with a gun on her head.

“He could have any other woman! Why was he with her?!” Camila shook her head in disbelief. Alora and Don Lorenzo? That seemed impossible. Alora had always been this innocent, somewhat prudish and meek girl, she could never seduce a man like Don Lorenzo. Camila was sure Alora didn’t even know how to seduce a man. Suddenly, Gael’s words registered in her head, ‘My wife’ Plus, why did he look so upset? An ex-husband shouldn’t be upset like this. “You know, technically, Alora isn’t your wife anymore and what were you even doing at her house?” Camila asked.

Gossip media groups were buzzing. >Nora Ariana Apparently Ran Away on Her Wedding Day. > Rebecca Castillo, Samuel Wilson’s Legitimate Wife. > Shocking Fact! Nora Actually Married Another Man Abroad! > Samuel Wilson Finally Speaks: The Woman I Love Isn’t Nora. Nora’s fingers trembled as she scrolled through the screen. The netizens’ comments were no less cruel. > Nora is a fraud. >How heartless to leave a man as handsome as Samuel to secretly marry someone else abroad. >The little girl who saved Samuel? It wasn't Nora Ariana. It was Rebecca C. Castillo.

“So, you are that girl. It was nice to meet you finally.” Lyv didn’t answer right away. The people around looked at them, and like Lyv, it seemed they didn’t know what was happening. The woman seemed to understand the people’s stares, “Vana Enriquez is the name. I'm Sandro Dela Vega’s girlfriend.” “Ex-girlfriend,” said Madam Anastacia sarcastically. Because of the shock, Lyv didn’t notice her approach while Sandro kept pulling Vana’s arm out. But Vana is tough. Lyv noticed that the unexpected visitor appeared to have been drinking.

Alora’s POV The bedroom door just flings open without warning. I jolt awake, as does Alonso. The way the lights rushes in makes me notice that it is morning already. Me and Alonso are both naked, tangled in each other's arms and the sheets- we cuddled all through the night. The person who opened the door is Elena. She looks so hurt and betrayed- but I cannot help but see that this is an act. "How could you?" she cries. “My husband, my mate, the king- in bed with another woman!"

She had two duffel bags draped around her shoulders, and she looked like a nervous wreck. “Shit.” I cursed to myself. The guy had a fucking family? A whole wife and a kid? “What?” I thrust the binoculars back to Kimberly who wasted no time. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” She cursed low under her breath. “That’s Nila fucking Bavga.” “You know her?” My brows hit my hairline when I asked that. “Are you kidding? She’s Italia’s national wife. A famous opera singer that comes from a long line of famous singers.” She informed, and the web inside of my head grew even more intricate. Way too complicated!