روايات وقصص ضمن Fatal Allure Spoiling My Wife

Sarah said to Lucy. "Well, prevention is better than cure, my dear friend. If you aren't sure about this marriage, call it off before Sunday. Today is Friday, and you still have this night and tomorrow to do that. Think about it," Lucy said to Sarah, and she nodded in reply. At the same time, she received a notification on her phone that was beside her on the chair. Taking the phone, she unlocked it to see the notification, but once she saw it, she widened her eyes in surprise. It was the video of Xavier and Charles fighting in front of Quim Corporation, and the video had already gone viral.

She asked, full of joy. Violet sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, Crystal, I couldn't sign.” “What? But why?” "I'm sorry, Crystal, Mr. Brandon Lambert, your husband, realized everything, put me to the test and obviously, not knowing anything about the project, I failed. I'm so sorry, friend, I really am.” Of course that wasn't Violet's problem. Of course Crystal had been the only crazy one who had thought wrong when believing that Brandon wasn't going to notice it, knowing that she lived with him and that she was getting to know him more and more.

Her husband was seen like a man who had been attacked by atomic bombs in the battlefield. “Not really well... Her blood pressure and her blood glucose haven’t been stable yet…” Apollo Frias sat down weakly and limply in front of his second wife’s bed. “Everything will be alright… Trust me, Apollo…” Columba Rajadi cuddled her husband’s head for a while. “I surrender already if later on it turns out both of them can’t survive, Columba Darling… I surrender already… I’m ready suppose at the very end I solely have one son,” said Apollo Frias sadly.

I caught the first note of my arousal in the air and tightened my hold on him, my nails sinking into the back of his neck. His groan wasn’t one of pain. “You are making this impossible, woman. I understand you want me, but could you for a moment, control yourself?” I died. That was it. I must have fallen during the Hunt and hit my head (likely the result of my weak ankles) and died. That was the only explanation for what my husband was saying to me right now in this current moment.

“Your sister’s husband was taken care of by the way. He was out for a drive in his new sports car with another flavor of the month. It didn’t matter his last lover was left in his bed with a bullet between her eyes. He went to the other one. They both plunged into the sea when he took a corner too quickly. I mean, his brakes were cut and there was no way for him to slow down to take the corner but considering how recklessly he’d been driving before that, nobody is going to question his foolishness. We cut them when he stopped for lemons at the stand. His new girl did like lemons.” “I wish I could see his face as the car plunged over the rail into the water.” “Funny you should ask. The guys w

We lived together, as a family for a week without any interference from the kingdom of darkness. Sweet love, beautiful moments, it was more than a honeymoon. I called it' 'sugarmoon' if there is anything like that. It was blissfully glorious with no trace of the accursed daughter of Delilah. Chatting gleefully with Mrs. Martina and my sister about a type of marriage I had dreamt about. It was my heaven on earth. When we all thought it was over, then the villain appeared from nowhere in Demola's office. He called me immediately in panic. She strolled in majestically looking stunning and wearing a plastic smile, " Demola my husband, you must have missed my absence? Tell me you did, and I would

I only realized my five-year marriage was a farce on the day my husband, Matthew Spark, nearly killed me. “As the head of the household, I order you to eat it!” Matthew seized my wrist and shoved the slice of chocolate cake into my mouth. He knew. He had to know I was severely allergic to cocoa. “Please, Matthew! I’ll go into shock!” I struggled with all my strength, trying to push his hand away. “Oh, give me a break!” he sneered, his other hand gripping my chin and forcing my mouth open.

Why did you have to be so stubborn, huh? "All you had to do was hang in there a little longer. I would've come to pick you up. We would've gotten married as planned, and we would've lived happily ever after, like nothing ever happened." The emergency button didn't seem to be working. Even though I'd pressed it, nothing happened. I was beginning to despair. So, I grabbed a vase from the bedside table and threw it at him, saying, "You watch your mouth! Hugo is a thousand times better than you. How dare you compare yourself to him?

“That’s what happens when you act recklessly. If he had a little more patience, he would’ve avoided this whole mess. He’s going to go bankrupt now.” Egged on by the crowd, the guy got even cockier. He kicked my door again and glared at me. "You’re driving a piece of junk and you think you can block a Valterra instead of just letting me through? Now you’re hiding in your car like a coward? Too late! “My wife just bought me this Valterra. It cost her three million dollars! Pay up immediately, or I’ll send you to jail!” Wife? I knew something was off. That lying cheater! I wondered how she would get herself out of this.