Esposa Sumisa Novels & Stories

Mason Andora, one of Virando’s business colleagues. “Hey, good evening, Mr. Mason… How can you be here?” Virando greeted Mr. Mason with his warm and friendly smile. “I’m merely accompanying my daughter to her reunion party together with her schoolmates during her senior high school eras… How about you…?” asked back Mr. Mason Andora. “I’m also accompanying my future wife to her reunion party,” answered Virando still warmly and with his friendly fashion. Virando turned to Sumico and he introduced Sumico to Mr. Mason Andora. “Sumi Darling… This is one of my business relations, Mr. Mason Andora… Mr. Mason… This is my future wife, Miss Sumico Kammal Lowie…”

Reya grumbled in annoyance while trying to grab the television remote. Luis looked down at his wife who was snorting. "Because I don't like it when my wife ignores me for that Netflix broadcast!" he firmly reassured his wife in a jealous tone, making the woman kiss her husband on the lips. "Have you eaten?" he asked, confirming the condition of his wife who is pregnant. Reya nodded. "Being with Raina makes me full because she brings a lot of food into the room," she replied chuckling softly to tell her husband. "Luis..." the woman lowered her voice when she called her husband's name which sounded so sexy to Luis' ears.

The headlines shouted about our past marriage. "BREAKING NEWS: MON Chairman, Mr. Hans Kenji Alvez, WAS married to the owner of EXiellene Royale, Ms. Exelle Kim?" My body froze as I read each headline, one after another. They all revolved around our marriage. Tremors ran through my hands, and my throat felt tight, overwhelmed by a surge of anxiety. Cold sweat formed on my palms. I sat there, staring blankly at the article I had opened, unable to comprehend how and why all this had surfaced.

Her laughter was soft, melodic, and absolutely chilling. "You really are a pathetic creature, Isabella," she said, her voice dripping with pity. "Even now, after he threw you to the wolves, you’re wagging your tail like a loyal dog." "What are you talking about?" My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles turned white. "Where is my husband?" "Your husband?" Sophia leaned in, her eyes gleaming. "Antonio is currently in the Maldives. The weather is spectacular this time of year. He’s there with Clara, celebrating the fact that the Rossi Problem, that would be you, dear, has finally been solved."

"Where is my husband?" "Well miss, how would I know where your husband is? Do I look like I keep track of missing people?" the woman replied to her. "Marissa! Why are you--" an old woman came out from the dirty kitchen, "oh dear, senyorita, you're already awake." "Senyorita?" Marissa looked at her. "What are you thinking, child! That's Senyorito Demi's wife!" scolded the old woman. "Huh!" Marissa turned pale and approached her, "oh dear, senyorita, I'm so sorry.. I thought-- sorry."

Isabella’s eyes reddened, and she sounded like her heart was aching for him. “Jasper, you don’t like sweet things or any food with a high glucose content. Sum doesn’t understand your condition, does she?” “Are you feeling proud that you understand my husband better than I do? Why isn’t he your husband, then?” Summer looked at Isabella, feeling disgusted at this b*tch in sheep's clothing. How could there be such a woman in the world? She disgusted her even more than Rose.

she said. "Ismael Ricardo Fernando," Ismael replied with a smile, raising his head above for a clearer view as he spoke, "Leonel Fernando's only spouse," he said, shedding the obvious person he needed to. "And what house?" Ismael ended his words with a query. "My home," Alexis screamed, "My fucking home," she said, "and who made you a Fernando, or do you wish to be one so desperately?" Alexis spoke with venomous spite in her voice.

Just throwing away a hundred million to play a casino-related wealth product. "Are these the only ones I have to sign?" Esteban looked at the wristwatch again. "I have to pick up my husband from work so I'll end this meeting here." "Y-yes, S-sir..." It stuttered. "Are you married?" Andrew nervously laughed softly. “Yes. She’s Hadrianna Lazaro-Montecillo. My wife.” Amanda felt the joy and pride in every word he uttered.

The room erupted in laughter, a shared moment of joy and camaraderie among the staff. Ariana's smile widened upon hearing Mateo refer to her as his wife. It was a delightful surprise, surpassing her expectations of being called his girlfriend. The weight of the term 'wife' carried a deeper significance, making her feel cherished and loved. Her heart fluttered with joy and contentment as she looked at Mateo, her eyes shimmering with affection.

the woman behind the counter shouted with astonishment as the pair walked in. She quickly excused herself and rushed toward them. "Look at my darling sister-in-law!" She exclaimed, drawing Alessia into a tight embrace. Alessia hugged her back without hesitation. “Damn, girl! You’re glowing. I’m still searching for a girl as pretty as you,” Clara teased, making Alessia’s cheeks flush. Clara was Matthew’s wife—a vibrant Spanish woman. They’d been married for a year and were expecting their first child. Alessia could still remember how her cousin used to rant about how annoying Clara was and how much he hated her. And yet, he eventually fell head over heels.