Evil Husband Glutton Wife Novels & Stories

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.”

"And you people couldn't even ask about my wellbeing. No, all you can fucking talk about is the ex wife of my husband like I know any thing going on with her. Just because we got involved somehow you guys just ran with your bullshit and tagged us as friends?" "I don't know anything, but I know one thing that woman is pure evil." I said recalling the image of Devon picking Corrie over me. "Corrie Nash is slut, a skanky bitch adorned with gold, think it can fool everyone that she's so classy. She's the fucking bane to my existence. She has you all fooled and it's time to wake up and open your fucking eyes to her deceit." I smiled latching on to the door of the car as I unlock it a bit.

She hit her every-time she whimpered "That would teach you not to double cross me! Do you think you darling husband is a saint? Come on tell me!" She says angrily but the woman wouldn't talk as she held unto her face and sobbed loudly "Did you know your darling innocent husband killed a woman, Ripped a young lady off her dreams because of his selfishness and stupidity? Did you know all of these about your husband? If I am a demon then your husband is just as evil as I am!" She says and hits the woman again, Sighing she walked away and faced Donatello whose cries wouldn't stop on seeing his wife being beaten up

“My late ex husband, Noah Shaw, he was a very terrible man. A bully. He would beat me up for not having his meals ready at exactly six pm, and he would hit me with a belt for not having a spread out on the table for him, and that only happened when I was sick. He would also cheat on me, and he treated me worse than dirt beneath his usually doesn’t shoes. You can’t imagine.” Delilah shook her head. “How can a person be that cruel to his own wife?” “Oh, that was not even all. He refused to allow us to have children! He made me act all prim and proper and treated me like a child. He cheated multiple times and would still come back to me to break things and complain and transfer aggression. I st

Why did her father think that he was a creepy stalker when he had evidence that he knew her on a personal level that stalkers wouldn't? Mrs Helvig found the passive-aggressive battle between her husband and her future son-in-law amusing. Call it a woman's intuition but she had a feeling that Tynan wasn't lying. In fact, she didn't think he was a stalker even though it unnerved her slightly by how much he knew their baby girl. It wouldn't hurt to let him see Laura but her husband was dead set against it. Laura's rehabilitation was going well but her stubborn husband still insisted that the Dirt Princess was still too ill for anyone to visit her.

He said in anger. “How did I give birth to a son so cowardly like you, you better find out who that woman he came back with is and the relationship they have.” “Frank” he called out to his trusted aid. “Help me to my room, my appetite has just been ruined.” The old man turned to look at every one on the table and huffed before going to his room with Frank following closely behind. Edward clenched his fist in anger and went up the stairs to his room. Leaving his wife and sister at the table.

My wife has suffered from hereditary migraines for years. After three years of marriage, I finally developed a specialized medication just for her. Carrying a lunchbox, I headed to her company, intending to deliver the medicine to her in person. But her secretary mistook me for a kept man. He dumped the contents of the lunchbox over my head, stripped off my clothes in front of everyone, and even made me swallow the only dose of that specialized medicine. "A mere food delivery guy, and you dare dress so indecently? Today, I'll show you exactly what happens to a homewrecker." Then, with a smug grin, he turned to claim credit with my wife. "Ms. Milstein, I took care of that food delivery

Izek asked, leaning back in his seat, disbelief laced in his tone. Lucas didn’t answer right away. He just took another sip of his drink, eyes on the amber liquid. “Unbelievable,” Izek muttered. “I thought you loved Riah.” “I do.” “Then what the fuck are you doing, Lucas?” Izek snapped. “You’re gonna marry someone else while loving another woman? What, you’re planning to keep Riah as your mistress? Jesus. That’s not the Lucas I know. You’re better than that.” Lucas let out a breath and downed the rest of his whiskey. “You think I don’t know that? You think I’m proud of this?”

His chilling voice cut through the turmoil, demanding a choice from my husband. “Choose, Alpha. Your wife or your mistress. We will let the one you save go, and the one you choose not to save would be taken by my men to do…well, what they know how to do best.” The men crackled behind their masks and my intestines joined to form a tight knot in my stomach.

The man grabbed Olivia’s hand and dragged her out of the place. All the guests present looked at the plump woman who claimed to be David’s wife with disgust, even though they knew David did not yet have a wife. They wondered how she could so confidently claim to be the wife of the richest billionaire in the city, with an appearance like an ugly duckling. "Look at her! An ugly woman like that claiming to be David’s wife—has she gone mad?" some guests whispered among themselves, also insulting her. Olivia heard all those insults, but she simply remained silent and followed David out of the hotel. They were already leaving the hotel but David stopped for a moment, He immediately slapped Olivia