Novel & Cerita Esposo Cornudo

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

I can tell they know each other for a long long time and they must have been through a lot. A few muffled guffaws drift down the table. Jordy sees a man, he walks toward him, stands with his best aristocratic air and smiles down at him. "Though you better watch out that man, because that man's daughter is dreamed of being Jordy's wife for a long time. She is a beautiful whore." Fernando says, I bite my lips, "he will warn her to stay away from him." "Of course," Jordy returns back and says under his breath, he hears Fernando's words. "I'm a married man, my body belongs to my wife."

All jokes aside. My current step father, Dante Ambrose was her 5th marriage within a span of 4 years. But Dante was different, he was sculpted like a greek god with dark hair and forest green eyes. His stubble hid his strong jaw and clothes covering his veiny arms. He reeked of masculinity and right now I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I slide the doors to his master bedroom open, spotting him overlooking the ocean view with his hands behind his back.

Marco quickly spoke up, “Eloise is Cosmo’s wife. That’s how low-key the Dominguez family is. Cosmo’s already married, and yet no one knew about it.” Don Andres was caught off guard. “Your wife? Since when?” Several guests turned to look at Eloise. But she remained composed, her posture straight, neither arrogant nor overly humble. “Six months ago,” Cosmo answered. Don Andres grew more interested. “That long already?” Suddenly, the young girl beside him spoke up with a fresh, innocent voice. “Kuya Cosmo, so you’re already married? Then why are there still rumors that you and Ate Chloe have a special relationship?”

He saw her sitting on the couch and knitting something with so much concentration so he went near her and did what he was best doing at, disturb and annoy her. "What a little girl like you is doing here?" he said and ruffled her hair making her to grit her teeth at him. "C-C-can't you understand? S-S-Stay away from me or I will complain to Joa. Big E-elephant." she said to him annoyingly and muttered the last sentence under her breath but Emiliano already heard her. "I'm quite offended mi charlatán. You shouldn't call your husband an elephant. It's really body shaming." he said to her acting innocently and put his hand on his chest just above his heart.

How do I even begin to say that I've been bought? Do I sound like a male prostitute? Did I sell my ass to someone in exchange for a job? Jane Hilton pondered for a moment and felt a headache coming on. No matter how he phrased it, it all sounded undignified. He was a dignified person, and he thought maybe he should use an elegant tone, take a sip of wine, and then laugh and say, "John Sutton, do you know, I traded the pleasures of my body with an older man I found somewhat pleasing to look at for a job I love."

Rowan couldn’t keep the disdain out of his voice. Enzo’s lips pulled into an even broader smile, something that looked strange on him to someone who knows him, but if you didn’t, he just looks like a typical nice guy. He didn’t offer Rowan his hand, “Enzo Vitale. Who are you?” Rowan’s jaw was lined with tension, “Rowan Connolley, the husband of the woman who you’ve got your hands on.” “Ex-husband,” Enzo supplies with a grin, and I have to bite my cheek not to smile.

(“HOLY FUCKING SHIT! THE FATHER-IN-LAW?! YOU GOT FUCKED BY YOUR OWN FUCKING FATHER-IN-LAW?! THE CRAZIEST, FILTHIEST WHORE-DAUGHTER ON EARTH! YOU TOOK YOUR HUSBAND’S DAD’S COCK AND NOW YOU’VE GOT HIS BASTARD GROWING IN YOUR BELLY? FUCKING MARY THE WHORE, CIARA, THIS IS ORIGINAL SIN 2.0!" "HAI KNUTTATO IL RE DEI LUPI, IL VECCHIO DEL TUO UOMO, E ORA PORTI IL SUO CUCCIOLO INCESTUOSO? MA CHE CAZZO DI VITA MALATA È QUESTA?!” she added and I sighed. ("YOU GOT KNOCKED UP BY THE KING OF WOLVES, YOUR MAN’S OWN FATHER, AND NOW YOU’RE CARRYING HIS INCESTUOUS PUP? WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF SICK, TWISTED LIFE IS THIS?!”)

I wince as his fingers comb roughly through my hair and he yanks my head back. I lock my gaze on his eyes, which reflect the devil dancing in his irises. I am tempted to yell. I wish I could tell him what a pitiful piece of shite he is. That I pray he may soon receive what he is due, which is a lingering death choking from his own blood. "She will be the mother of my children. The Esposito family will continue to expand, and your little Sandro..." He snickers. "Will be nothing more than a beta bitch within the boundaries of my empire,"

Before I could respond, another message appeared: "I know you found out about the baby. Richard just called me, very upset but there are things you do not know. Things he has not told you." I stared at the message, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Finally, I typed back: "What things?" The three dots appeared, showing she was typing. My heart pounded as I waited for her response. Then the message came through, and everything I thought I knew shattered into even smaller pieces. "The baby is not his first. We have a son. He just turned two years old.”