Evil Husband Glutton Wife Novels & Stories

"I don't care if she is your real daughter or not! The only thing I care about is that she is my wife now and anyone of you don't get a fuc*** right to slap her let alone touch even a single hair of hers!" Mrs Hamilton looked shocked. Her head moving in a no as she approaches him. "Listen to me Son... please sit down!! At least hear-' "I will no longer sit down and get your respect when you dare to disrespect my wife!! Listen good Mrs Hamilton because I hate to repeat myself....her name is Elle Lockwood now and before you go around hitting my wife in my house in front of my staff....just remembered what I can do to your company with just a flick of my finger."

“This all happened because of Vladimir, that savage man. If he had been able to drive the car well, he would not have hit my father and my father would still be alive today. If I knew he would be my father's murderer, I would never have given all my love to Tiffany. Vladimir, you have ruined my life and that of my family. My hopes of being able to make my father happy have been destroyed because you killed him. I will make sure your life ends in prison and you will live it full of suffering. Of course, I won't let you live in peace after killing my father. Not only make your life suffer, I make sure that I will also make your daughter's life suffer because you have also made me and my sister

She was glaring at me. What a cruelest irony. She had clawed her way into my life. She had kissed my husband in the dark and held his hand in silence. She had let me sit at dinner tables, smile while her lipstick was still on his collar. But now? Now she looked at me like I was the villain in her story. Tears ran down her cheeks, catching the light, making her eyes shine with something feral — grief, envy, and something uglier: the realization that even after all of it…

Shit. “Then what was it?” Hugo demanded. “Because from where I stand, it sounds unacceptable.” His cane hit the marble floor again, hard. “What the fuck is going on in this house? Infidelity? Deceit? This—” he gestured between us all, his voice rising “—is not only a shame to our traditions but to the familia!” “She’s a fucking devil,” Dylan spat. “She’s a nutjob, Grandfather, and Adrian is too fucking pussy-whipped to see it.”

It is not only outrageous but it has never happened before although he has not been this involved with other women apart from her It is a big grace to be called the wife of Samael the Lord Demon but this human has only taken him for granted but dare to cheat on him He has forgiven all her impudence these all through and treat her more fairly than he has treated anyone else, even his spirit animal Maybe breaking the blood seal is the reason why dark power seem to be attacking her conscious There has only been one person who break the blood seal since its existent and it did not end up well "What are you going to do now?" Nom asked appearing through the walls "Are you going to forgive me for d

The reason is that he had ignored me for no reasons. He looked at with some different expressions that were not giving me good vibes. "Going to hell Wife. Just wait a little and you will see it with your eyes." He said with a devilish look on his face. He was smiling evilly after saying these words. "Husband I am sure you must be joking." I said to him while giving him a half smile. If he is serious in anyway then he is not aware with whom he will going to mess up. I am a fairy for my loved ones but I am also the queen of devils if someone will really try to mess up with me.

the woman pointed out without hiding a smirk. “Because he stole from me, he took advantage of our friendship and the trust that was placed in him to take all of my assets from me. How can you ally yourself with the cause of the destruction of our lives?” exclaimed the incredulous man, feeling a deep sadness as he realized the selfish and self-serving nature of his wife.

Recognition immediately filled his eyes. "What is Victor Kane’s wife doing at our dinner table?" He growled. "I'm n-not_" I began to stammer when everyone looked at me curiously. "She's my wife." The man at my side announced. "Don't tell me you married this whore!" The older man's face twisted with disgust, "She's been passed around New York like the cup at a holy communion." Gasps went up around the room while I prayed for the ground to open up and swallow me.

He had seen it before, many years ago, in a man who wore a crown and called what he felt devotion. His father had looked at his mother that way. Not with tenderness. With need. The consuming kind, the kind that devoured the object it fixated on until the object chose annihilation over another year of being possessed. Aaron Ashbourne had forced the turn on his human wife because he could not accept that she would age, weaken, and leave him. He called it preservation. She called it a cage. She walked into the sunlight twenty years later and did not look back. Elias had killed his father for that.

"Or did you love the idea of having a wife? The status of being married, having a Luna, presenting a complete family unit to your pack? Because Matthew, love requires seeing someone as they actually are, not just what they can provide for you. And by your own admission, you never saw Bianca at all." My hands were clenched so tight my nails drew blood. "What do you want me to say?" "I want you to admit the truth. Not to me—I already know it. To yourself." She paused. "You married Bianca knowing you didn't love her. You spent four years using her labor and dedication while offering nothing genuine in return. You prioritized another woman over her repeatedly, openly, without regard for how it a