Esposo Cornudo Novels & Stories

- Do you think he has a mistress? And can it be the blonde in the middle of pole dancing? – I asked, now even more curious. - Cindy? He shook his head. – Well, Heitor Casanova is engaged. And the probability of you finding his bride in Babylon is almost zero. But of all his cases, Cindy is the most serious. - The cases? Well, I'd heard about his hot cocksucker syndrome. But that Cindy girl treated me like she was the real owner of everything, believe me.

Tristan replied immediately and Mary sighs, Viola's rude character was out of hand. Mr. Latino came in shortly, his gel hair is combed backward and he has a sharp and an alluring physique, he is in a black tuxedo and shiny black shoes. Seeing the man, a rat in the room could notice that it's Mr. Latino, he looks like he is in his early forty whereas he is sixty. Viola looked at him bluntly, she was expecting a man whom several bodyguards would follow. She was staring at Mr. Latino face, since Spooner is Viola's father, Mr. Latino wasn't expecting less, he knows she will be arrogant like her parents.

“Hi. I’m Cesar, this is Jesus…. and the infamous Meadow here.” Cesar nods at me, no hint of either dislike, or friendliness in his blank statement. He’s another tall stocky type and I’m starting to see a pattern with this pack. Best of the breed and all alarmingly alike, except Carmen, the only blonde among them. They’re all big, strong, and have lashings of both aggression and attitude, common among our strongest. I’m sure as a pack they have many a battle of wills and lots of spats.

I looked round at the place I'd grown up in. "Where's Dad?" I asked, and before the sentence was completed, he appeared from the kitchen, and tackled me into a hug. I kissed his cheek, hugging back tightly. He pulled away and eyed Mariano. Mariano gulped. My dad was ex navy, and his glare could kill. "Mister Forte," He said, confidently still, and shook hands with my father, "I'm Mariano. Isabelle's boyfriend. Thank you for having me." Dad looked him up and down. "What do you do, Mariano?"

Madie was a genuine little and even though I didn't like it coming from my mouth, I'm glad that she has Adon as her Daddy. Adon was a good man, a great soldier too. Even though I didn't know that he was into DDLG, I was glad that he was the one Madie picked as her Daddy. He was one lucky bastard. I sighed, gulping the last drop of my drink to rid my mind of these thoughts. My chuckles were deaf to my ears because of the alcohol. I, Dario Espinosa, was jealous of one of my men because he has a little. Fuck my life.

He was a saint who never looked at other women, but his wife believed she was being cheated on, and they fought - the poor thing even left home. Chubby, being no fool, took advantage of their separation and pursued Orlando again. This time he fell for her sweet talk, and they were together a few times, but he ended things with her, saying it wouldn't work because he was in love with his wife. Chubby went crazy. A few days later, he went back to his wife, discovered she was pregnant, and was over the moon about becoming a father again - their other child was already ten years old, an annoying, spoiled boy full of quirks. I didn't like that kid.

This man was used to private chefs and tasting menus with truffle foam and saffron air but here he was, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with two generations of Cordeiros in a cramped São Paulo kitchen. “Você tem noção,” my aunt Pati whispered loudly to my mother across the table, “que ele parece ator da novela das oito?” (Do you have any idea that he looks like an actor from the eight o'clock soap opera?) Adriano blinked but didn’t comment. He probably didn’t understand much Portuguese, and I was grateful. Sofi turned her full attention to us and leaned forward dramatically, chin on her hand, eyes twinkling with mischief, “Você é muito bonito.”

He took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of white smoke from his mouth. "You gave birth to a little wimp, didn’t you?" I should slap him for calling my son a wimp, but then he doesn’t know the real story: "A weakling just like his father, I told you to bring that boy home so I could train him the Guerra way, but now he is hopeless. Have you ever witnessed a Guerra who was completely hopeless in your life?" He pounded his fist firmly on the table and said, "Questa è la merda che ottieni sposando un uomo debole." (This is the shit you get for marrying a weak man) he said as he led me to the dining room. "Non mancherai di rispetto a mio marito" (You will not disrespect my hus

Mom grinned at an advanced looking man who fit the name perfectly, making me internally roll my eyes. "Ahh! Madame. Such a lovely event you put together tonight!" The man who was supposed Honourable Fernando smiled at mom. "This is my lovely wife; Beatriz!" He introduced, taking his wife's hands and gently pulling her forward. The woman was beautiful even for her age. A total opposite of her husband, might I add. And why did he keep shouting? That was quite embarrassing, but his wife seemed not to mind. "So nice to meet you Mrs Fernando." Mom leaned in and gave her a hug. "You're very lovely indeed."

“Andrea Esposito.” My heart lurches. Andrea Esposito. Mariano’s younger brother. The blood drains from my face, but Geneva keeps going. “Unlike his brother, Andrea never saw eye to eye with him. I thought he would be just as cruel, that he would torture me, break me all over again. But he didn’t.” She blinks, a small, almost wistful smile playing on her lips. “He saved me. And over time, I grew to care for him. He is my husband now.”