Fatal Allure Spoiling My Wife Novels & Stories

"This is all my fault, Renee. I was too reckless. I'm so sorry…" Renee smiled weakly and shook her head. "It's not your fault. I did it willingly. You were too bewitching. I couldn't control myself either." My hand, which was clutching a scalpel, trembled when I heard that. The next second, Liam shouted angrily, "Is this the standard of the medical team at this hospital? You're letting a doctor with hand tremors operate on my wife? I'm warning you. If anything happens to her, all of you are going down with her!"

Daniel says with a smirk. “Did Brandon tell you that? He is a little mad that I rearranged the bones in his face after he touched my wife and ran his mouth. Michael Alester also wouldn’t stop talking about my wife’s body. That mistake has cost him millions of dollars. I’m sure he isn’t happy. Now, my wife and I are on a date. Leave us alone.” Max’s voice sounds deadly. “You went out on a date dressed like this?” Daniel says in disgust.

The shower gel he used was so good and fresh. He kissed my neck and I giggle feeling his lips and stubble. "I love you, Liliana," he whispered. It is as if every day of my life he is reminding me how much he loves me. I should never believe anyone else aside from my husband, but today I betrayed him and decided not to drink the medicines. He was lying beside me, too close that I feel my body throbbing with need. I leaned closer to hug him and kiss him. I hope my husband could forgive me for believing Takashi today. I think it was a mistake. Tomorrow, I promise to drink the medicines again.

With his military tone and the only asset and weapon left of him, he roared, "Are you saying that I am daft? Go ahead and insult me. Tell me that I am as daft as a brush and don't know what the time is. Mtcheww." Afterward, he looked away and Caroline was crying already. She had expected that long ago and could not fault him either. She rested her head on the chair and wept bitterly. Nevertheless, for each agonizing sound she made, he felt a sharp prick in his heart but he was helpless. After she cried her heart out, she drifted into slumber. Instantly, she dreamt that her husband slumped and died instantly. Meanwhile, the doctor said it was due to negligence in his diet and she woke up with

I didn’t answer that right away. “Anita.” Her voice had gone careful. “You were in a terrible accident. You’re still finding your feet. And there’s a man who isn’t your husband that you think about more than you think about your own husband. I’m not saying that to be cruel. I’m frightened for you.” “I know it isn’t small.” “Does he know? This Kelvin. That you’re married, that you nearly died, how much of your own head is still missing?” “He knows all of it.”

Din didn't know that her father was a bad person, and she hoped he never did. "Everything is fine, Jess. We must now allow the manager to enjoy this music. It is a good piece." He got out of bed and turned to face Jessie. "We'll begin implementing plan one tomorrow." "How?" "The doctor will take part. You got us into this mess. You will be the one to get us out of it." "But I didn't involve you in it." "As my wife, I am already involved in your mess." The sound of that delighted her. His wife. Din Cooper's wife. She used to scream when people called her that about three months ago, but now she loves it. The title made her heart beat. The title made her smile.

His eyes glistened. “And a child, Althea… you don’t want a child with me. Look how I turned out.” He gave a sharp, broken laugh. “I’m the product of a man who never showed his son love.” “Valerio…” “You know how she died?” His tone shifted, low and trembling. “A bee. A fucking bee killed her because of his negligence. He didn’t even know his wife was allergic.” His laugh was empty now. “And I had to watch her still profess her love for him on her dying bed.”

I sat in the bed and his words echoed in my ear, "Don't spoil your life. I can't think anyone other than her as my wife. I married her soulfully. She is my wife. Even if the fate destined to marry you, I would definitely divorce you. I don't want to spoil your life that is why I am informing you before the marriage itself. I can't imagine my life with you, please get away and have a successful life ahead. Don't spoil your life, "

Hooked up with anyone who looked his way—except Cindy. He iced her out, blamed her for me not forgiving him. As for the baby? He sent money. That's it. Never showed his face. Cindy lost it. Went full public with the affair, spilled all the dirty laundry from our marriage. Peter shut it down fast. Sued her, too. She cracked. Like, completely snapped. One snowy day, she stabbed him. He bled out in the snow—bright red everywhere—but still wouldn't go to the hospital.

At that moment, I could not reach Snow no matter how many times I called. I was so anxious that I even turned to the internet. I hoped to find a reasonable solution. Then, I saw a video of Snow wearing a camisole and washing clothes at another man’s place. I looked at the caption. [Dinner is over. My boss took great care of me. If I had a wife like her, I would want nothing more.] The video had been posted just three minutes earlier. Three minutes ago, the hospital told us we had arrived on the wrong day for the appointment, and Richard had swung his cane at me.