Novel & Cerita Evil Husband Glutton Wife

Hades also caressed his gentle pretty wife’s face in the gentle grip of his hands. “I’m deadly sure we can fight against the king’s adviser and also the king himself, and eventually defeat them. West Medicine Land won’t attain and achieve their evil as well as malevolent goals, Eva Sweetheart. You must believe me, must believe in the power of our love, affection, and also togetherness. Won’t you, Eva Sweetheart?” Sugar Aquarius was seen tidying up his gentle pretty wife’s a bit messy quiff.

“Eat my pussy, you cheating slut. Lick up your husband’s cum from last night while you’re at it.” Elena whimpered but obeyed. Her tongue dove into my folds, licking and sucking. She was surprisingly skilled, flicking my clit with desperation. I ground my hips against her face, smothering her. “Deeper, bitch. Tongue-fuck the hole your husband stretched yesterday.” I degraded her relentlessly. “You pretend to be such a good wife, but you’re just a cum-hungry whore who spreads her legs for anyone. Now you’re my personal pussy eater.”

Damian shouted blindly, but his attitude received no response from Glara or others. Damian kicked his car's tire and got into the car with anger and frustration about Glara's increasing open opposition. In the past, Glara was a submissive and fearful wife, always following Damian's words because she was afraid of being left by him. Now, her attitude had changed 180 degrees.

“You have no right to talk to her like that. You are the disgusting one here.” My gaze slid to Ivy’s face and I scoffed. “You do not have to patronize me. I have prepared for this day for months. What else do you have to say? I am a woman who does not have time for her husband, a workaholic, a snob. Huh? Go ahead and perform the little script you wrote for yourself,” I said, pointing toward her pockets. Kissing my teeth I passed by her, brushing her shoulder as I walked straight to the devil in his den.

Ana grumbled, gritting her teeth in frustration at Richard's boldness. "Intimate? Kissing my wife is a loving gesture; I don't see anything wrong with that," Richard retorted, turning off the oven with a nonchalant shrug. "I am not your wife!" Ana exclaimed, turning around to leave, but before she could take another step, Richard grabbed the back of her hand and pulled her, causing her back to hit his chest. His lips hovered near her ear as he whispered, "Then who are you? Just a slut, who I fucked on my bed!" His voice turned hoarse as his hand slipped over her breast, his fingers stopping over her nipple.

He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”

My feet faltered, but my wildly beating heart refused to let me stop. I told myself, despite the sounds I was hearing, that maybe this was another one of his actors' moments, maybe they were doing a scene, or maybe this was just another marketing stunt. But what I saw next couldn't be justified. My husband. Liam Tate. The man I sacrificed everything for, was f*ck*ng another woman's brains out. His gaze flicked up and noticed me. For a moment he was surprised to see a person had walked inside their hotel room, but his mind had probably registered that it was me – his wife.

She walked towards him, trembling like a child facing their abuser, her eyes filled with a multitude of unspoken fears and secrets. Mr. Mandragon pivoted to face the opposite direction, leaving his wife standing behind him. He placed one hand on his waist and used the other to massage his chin, his fury intensifying with each passing second. He looked like a lion preparing to pounce on its prey… He turned to face his wife and without hesitation, his hand swung through the air and he landed a harsh slap that sent her crashing to the floor. Her palms hit the cold tiles, her reflection staring back at her from the glossy surface. Tears streamed down her face, mixed with the blood trickling from

Chase rushed back from abroad to stabilize the situation. Skye didn't die as the doctors had saved him. But Old Mr. Chase, doting on his grandson, paid to have both Skye and Eira declared mentally unfit and committed to the capital's most infamous psychiatric hospital. Eira had once been perfectly sound, but I could not forgive what she'd done to our child. After discovering I could manifest a presence, I drifted into her room night after night, haunting her, tormenting her. I kept her awake and steeped in fear until she truly lost her mind. When she was lucid, she remembered our past happiness and regretted it all. When she wasn't, she remembered only her urge to torture a man named Skye.

He said so calmly but his eyes, they were darker in rage. "Look…this…this is the way he talks to me." She threw her upper limbs in the air. Looking at her, I said, "Mumma let me talk." Then I turned back to face him only to find his full attention on me. My eyes noticed how he is carrying himself. His gait screams power. With high-end brands, his appearance shows his richness. Behind him were his bodyguards. He is not my Aslan whom I loved. This is Mr. Aslan Wali, the business tycoon. A man who mistreats his wife. Who has affair outside his spouse? He never had feelings for me.