Esposa Sumisa Novels & Stories

I said, genuinely excited at the prospect. "Of course! I'm dying to see who finally managed to capture your heart," she said with a mischievous grin. Elissa turned her attention to Summer. "Have you met her husband?" Summer practically bounced in her seat. As my self-proclaimed number one "Aria and Aiden" fan, she couldn't wait to share. "Not only have I met him, I've seen them together many times! Elissa, let me tell you, Aria's husband absolutely adores her!"

"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."

"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?"

Two weeks later, when the buzz on the internet had died down, another news began to float on the same issue. Mariana’s assistant had posted Mariana’s marriage certificate and pointed out the date. The date was almost three months prior. It left the speculating netizens speechless. The person they accused of abandoning his lover and the shameless hussy - they were a legit married couple. Mariana’s assistant also posted another picture for a private banquet introducing the family only.

“If Mistress Ais is fine with that Maru then who am I to deny you? You are my husband after all. The one who has first tasted and who shall love me last unto the eons that awaits us. And I know that I will have to do this sooner or later. No point in avoiding something inevitable in the first place.” Ezperanza paused to smile at her darling man. “What are you waiting for, husband? The man of my heart. We are here for your taking. Eat us now, quick.” Ezperanza said in a very seductive voice. "Be careful what you wish for, Ezperanza. You might get addicted to the feeling of my love.” Maru humored and proceeded towards where the lone king sized bed was located.

“I understand what you are trying to do, Siamese King. What is your condition?” From the other end of the phone, the king replied, “Mr. Summers, you and your wife, Miss Zea, are very much in love, right? I have heard about some of the things that happened between you two. “It just so happens that Miss Zea is also here in Thailand. So, Mr. Summers, your wife is everything to you, right?” “Yes, she is.” Tyr nodded without hesitation, having guessed where this was going. “So, what is your condition, Siamese King?”

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

"Let me explain. You're familiar with Maxime, aren't you?" Tomas furrowed his brow. "Maxime? Of course, he's my youngest son. As you know, William is my firstborn and adopted son. Why do you ask?" "Maxime has recently caused disruption in my marriage with Cesilia. As you're aware, Cesilia and I are divorced. That's already public knowledge. However, unfortunately, the true story of the third party, the one responsible for the breakdown of my marriage, hasn't been widely circulated. Cesilia made a statement claiming that my former wife, Casandra, was the third party and the home-wrecker in our marriage, which caused the divorce to happen.

The rich assent made her pin a name to it immediately. “Rafaela Santos.” She regarded the uninvited guest with a feigned boldness that amused Rafaela, who could tell from her voice alone that she was scared. “No importa cómo te dirijas a mí, pero lo cierto es que soy la esposa de Pablo. Todavía me eligió a mí antes que a tu culo de zorra. (It doesn't matter how you address me, but the fact remains that I am Pablo's wife. He still chose me over your slutty ass.”