Ex Wifes Temptation Novels & Stories

he added. One year into my marriage with my Ex-husband, Austin. I brought him to the ball party as part of the Wilson family. Everybody was against receiving him. Nobody believed me since our marriage was not known to any of them. I knew the kinds of benefits the ball club gives and at all costs, I wanted Austin to be part. That way he could have something to his name and be part of the respectable people in the country. After many trials, the only solution was to seek after Madam Wilson, the only person who could give orders without questioning. Madam Wilson granted my request in return for me to leave the club. That was the last thing I received from her for going against her words.

I blinked, in a daze as I stared at her beautiful face. “I’m your wife now,” Her words were simple, but it knocked out all the air in my chest. The anger in my chest quieted down, just for a moment until a familiar feeling rose back, and I intend to address this now. “Yes,” I spoke slowly, “You are… my wife.” She smiled. “For now,” I added and watched as her smile vanished, replaced with confusion. “What do you mean ‘for now’?” “You might still run away from me once our deal is over. Once I gave you the shining spotlight you desperately want. Once you finally achieved your revenge against your ex-husband, you will leave me. That’s our contract.”

“The only thing I'm regretting right now is the fact that I agreed when you told me you wanted to sign a deal with Solace press.” “That's enough Armstrong,” Orion hardened his jaw, and he clenched his fist at his side even harder. “Trust me, you wouldn't want to know what is running through my head right now.” “No, I don't want to,” Armstrong took another step forward, reducing the gap between himself and Orion to barely one meter. “You know, you make researches on a lot of things, and yeah, you've always come out to be the correct one, but then you choose to ignore the fact that your ex wife is going to get married to someone very soon, so just terminate the fucking con—- argghhh!”

Every drop felt like an insult, a reminder that no matter what he did, the rage refused to leave him. Minutes later, he sat on the edge of his bed with only a towel around his waist. The TV blared bright when he turned it on. A sharp voice from the anchor cut into him like a blade. “Tonight, Calla, ex-wife of Damien Calloway, made her grand entrance at Damien Calloway’s annual board meeting, looking radiant as she hinted at taking over—” The screen showed Calla in her dazzling dress, cameras flashing, people whispering her name as though she were the only star in the world. Then the screen shifted, showing Damien’s own face tied to scandals, corruption, betrayal.

Somehow, the permission carried to the next room, and the door opened a moment later. A tall blonde woman in a dress even flimsier than my own strode inside. She strode right up to Xaden and knelt at his feet. “Master.” She neigh purred the word. He reached an idle hand out to trail over her golden tresses. And then his hand fisted in them and he was pulling her head down on his hard member. “Get up and come here you good-for-nothing whore.” He said cold and I knew he was referring to me.

It all just feels so wrong. Even now that she's a grown woman, it still feels so sinful. That's why I'm doing my best to step away from every point of temptation. That's why I'm locked up in my study now, trying to drown out every detail about her from tonight. From the way she looked to the way she smelled and the way she smiled at me. No. I just can't do it. "You're an Alpha, for the love of the moon goddess," Donovan curses. "Not only that, you are the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. You're the most powerful out there, the strongest. Why are you backing down from destiny?"

Hans began, briefly bowing before continuing, "I mean, wife. Now that I've witnessed your reaction to those articles and seen you living with your best friend, Samara, in our former house, perhaps I cannot be mistaken in believing that you are indeed my wife, Xiellenna." I know, right. Seeing is believing. I felt caught red-handed, as if I were a criminal myself. But even if they knew the truth about me, nothing would change. The plan was set. My revenge was steadfast. There was no turning back. "Why don't you say something to me, wife? I promise I'll listen," he exclaimed, then made his way to one of the couches in the room, never once taking his eyes off me. I clenched my fists tightly, fo

Except there wasn’t a single sane cell in my body at this moment. True to my wife’s word, she took an Uber. Lucky for me, I was able to track her and Ella’s movement via their phones. Massimo hasn’t broken through all firewalls, but whatever he did, it was enough to be able to pin their location. And lucky for me again, she was in Enzo’s nightclub in New York, Temptation. The unlucky part came in seeing my wife dance with him. That motherfucker Ethan was trying to grope her. My wife’s hands lazily moved from his chest and down his stomach.

Purred Angelina in a very seductive, sultry voice. Maxwell clamped his eyes shut. This torture is getting out of hand! He was trying to restrain himself. He really, really was but the beautiful temptress was hell-bent on torturing him! Husband. Whenever she calls with that word — that provocative, arousing word, she stirs some alien, bizarre feelings in him, awakening a part of him which he had long since kept buried deep inside… "You didn't answer my question. What do you want me to do now, husband?"

From inside, Kylie shouted, "What do you want to explain, huh? Do you want to explain that you've fallen in love with another woman and want to marry her? What have I lacked all this time for you? Have I not been a good wife to you? Have I not given my best to you? Or is it just that another woman tempts you?" Joe didn't answer, but he didn't leave Kylie's door. He sat down in front of it with a weary face. Of course not. During all this time, Kylie had been a perfect wife for him. It's just that Monica's temptation was too great, making Joe unable to resist.