Fatal Allure Spoiling My Wife Novels & Stories

Warning: Mature content. Please proceed if you are 18 years old and above. Her head hung low as she heard her husband’s frustration in his deep sigh. His hands went to massage his forehead, but nothing could smoothen the crease in it as he realized his wife just committed treason and failed. That was the frustrating part. She failed. Now they reap the consequences of the crime she sowed. “I’m sorry,” said Clara. “It was a fool-proof plan! I never expected that mad dog or whatever, to suddenly jump inside and kill all of my men! He’s truly crazy! How dare he—I’m royalty!”

Not because of happiness— But because it had been so long since I’d heard softness in her tone when speaking to me. “This is only the beginning of making things up to you, love,” I said quietly. “This is still something small.” She gave me a faint smile. It felt like forever since I had last seen her smile like that. “I’ll just go to the restroom,” she said softly. I nodded and watched her walk away until she disappeared down the hallway. I let out a quiet breath while holding my wine glass. Only now was I fully realizing just how badly I had failed my wife. Then suddenly, my phone vibrated on the table. I glanced at the screen. Monica. I frowned immediately. I had already made it clear at t

“But I can guarantee you that getting mad won't do anything. At all. For you nor Alora.” “What?” The sound of my wife's name was all it took to pull me out of my daze. What did he mean by that and what could have made him reference her that way. “What are you talking about?” “Oh, I know what I'm talking about.” A haughty look crossed his face and I just knew that wasn't a good sign. “ If you're doubting me, you just might want to check the news.” A warning alarm went off in my head.i knew he was trouble, but I went ahead with what he'd said. There was no way it could be that bad, right?

he mumbled before his eyes became Fierce again. "Mew! Bring that woman to me. I want to ask her where the real Vena is... How come I didn't notice that she's not the same person? I failed as a husband... I failed to protect my wife... What if... What if something happened to her? Mew! What if—" Mr. Johannesburg shows signs of being overly anxious, and it might trigger his poison to relapse.

When I originally insisted on a divorce, he had climbed out onto the rooftop of our home. "If you divorce me, I'll jump right off this roof! I can't survive without you. I told you, you're the only woman I'll ever love!" he had declared. My heart had softened right then, and I gave him three chances to cut ties with his mistress. He scrubbed every trace of his affair, and I was naive enough to think I had successfully won the war for my marriage. But today, a brutal reality check smacked me right across the face. "What does it matter right now?" Nathaniel hissed, dropping his voice to a whisper, terrified that the woman in the next bay might overhear him. "She was just in a car accident! Are

"You horrible, disgusting woman! You're a slutty whore who sleeps around with old men! I hope you rot in hell! I can't wait to crush your bones into powder! I'm going to use your ashes to make a toilet! Just you wait! I'II kill you someday! I'm going to kill you! How dare you give all those documents to that b*tch?! Did you think you could use her to get rid of me?! Haha. You got it wrong! That b*tch is so wretched that she came crawling back to me with those documents! That 7% shareholding of yours has gone to waste! It will become mine soon! Haha. You never imagined that, did you?! Your perfect plan was ruined by such a repulsive wench! Serves you right!" When he finished his rant, he pant

When she was still contemplating, there was anot her message, do you want to know what your husband is doing? ### 50 Punishment In the next second, Allora deleted the message without a second thought. Their relationship has gone through many obstacles and she has already decided to move forward with trust and love for her husband. Her woman's instincts weren't going to go wrong and she was sure of it. Her phone rang again and she groaned in frustration, assuming it was the same sender, however her lips parted in a smile upon seeing the message. Still waiting for my dessert. She replied, my boss is an arrogant idiot, he won't be happy if I do not focus on my reports.

“Adele, jokes aside, this isn’t something you can laugh off or sweep under the rug. You’re standing in the middle of a storm. The question is: are you going to stand still and let it hit you, or are you going to decide what you want out of this marriage?” She continued, “Because, there’s no way your life will remain the same if he marries her. Accidents happen and you might just end up caught in an ‘accidental fall’ from the stairs, or maybe your car brakes stop working, or you drown in the resort pool after mysteriously forgetting how to swim.” Sarah nodded fervently, “She's right. She could even gun you down in the open and blame it on your husband's enemies.” She frowned. Their words lodg

Another voice cackled, "Nah, she's too busy starring in her own tragedy!" Laughter exploded again—ugly, roaring, cruel. Through the blur, I saw Carlo glance my way. Just once. Then he dipped his head toward Gianna's chest. And time stopped. The pain hit fast—sharp, brutal. The pie I'd baked for us? Just another prop in their sleazy little show. I tried to move, crawl, anything—but the second I pushed up, the world dimmed to black. My body refused to fight. Then it hit me—my spare pill. I'd shoved it into my coat pocket days ago.