Fatal Allure Spoiling My Wife Novels & Stories

“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.

"The Blood Blight has reached your heart, Isolde. If you don't ingest the Progenitor's Blood immediately, in three days, you will crumble to dust like a statue." I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, pulling the collar of my black velvet nightgown higher to cover the gray, petrifying patch on my collarbone. As Miles's wife, I had carefully nurtured our marriage for a century, until a fledgling vampire entered our lives. "Still angry?" The heavy wooden door to the bedroom swung open, and Miles strode in. He undid the top button of his collar, his gaze darted toward me, scanning me quickly before looking away.

I continued, "what would you want me to order out?" "My norms." He yelled. "Okay." I turned around to leave when his phone rang. "Gerald, your phone is ringing!" I yelled but he had already turned on the shower. He wasn't hearing me. Curiosity gnawed at me, pushing me forward. I slowly stretched my hand, picking up the phone. "Soulmate" I read out as the number called again. Imagine my husband being married while in a marriage? That sounded very funny to me. I sighed, dropping it slowly when a message dropped. "I miss your cock already. Come back to Florida already."

After hitting send, I felt a wave of sadness, but I’m determined to get a new phone. “Oh, this lovely phone screen is broken,” I vented, but my frustration wouldn’t hold me back. I decided to check F******k and encountered the biggest news of my life: "Miss Anna is not the real wife of billionaire Adrian; they're in a contract marriage that ends after a year. Anna is a whore who forced herself on Adrian; he doesn’t like her." I know exactly who spread this malicious news, and I won’t stand for it. How dare they label me a whore? What crimes have I committed?

Shanum seemed curious and interested. Abizar seemed to sigh. “Yes, by a woman who is obsessed with me while still in college days. He kept bothering me and terrorize my wife. Originally Adelia is not concerned with women it is but for a year of our marriage, for that was also he was terrorizing my wife to climax my wife had an accident on the motorway and it turns out there's someone after him who is the women that psycho is. Until the end, he is not saved. Adelia was in a coma for one month and then conscious for two days. I feel like I have hope, but after he told me and asked if he died wanted to be buried in this village ... the next day he's in critical condition and died. In fact, she

Z. “they were coming”, shouted the woman. They run as fast as they could. They were almost near the hole. Luckily, they were able to get outside. They found great relief but as they got up to walked forward, they saw the woman in front of them raged in anger. The woman screamed out loud that made the couple shook in fear. Her eyes were red and her hands were ready to destroyed them. The raged woman got her dark arrow and shot Dr. Z but his wife immediately covered her beloved man and was shot directly to her heart. The Alabaster Jar cracked as it was placed by the wife near to her heart. Unfortunately, the arrow was too sharp that even the Alabaster Jar wasn’t able to protect her life.

Someone was getting desperate, and desperation made people sloppy. Perfect. I called Jasper without hesitation. The moment he picked up, I didn’t bother with greetings. "I need you to dig again," I said immediately he picked up. "Something new just dropped, worse than the last one." "I saw it..." He sighed softly through the speaker. "It’s already making rounds in dark gossip forums. And your husband?” "He hasn’t said anything yet," I replied with a slight shrug. "But he saw it, I know he did." My voice tightened. "This one’s meant to get to him."

“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? Or so I thought.

And while my father and Aloisio caught up, flaunting about their achievement, I nursed my own glass. “My wife and daughter will be here soon. They are out doing their yoga session, and Liza doesn’t take it well if anybody disrupts her yoga session,” Aloisio said. “I understand,” my father said, and I wanted to laugh. He did not understand. His wife did what he ordered. “I should have brought my wife with me. Amelia. A beautiful and sexy woman. You should see her,” he added, making my throat burn at the mention of her name.

After a moment, she called again, "Honey, the washing machine is broken. Can you take a look at it?" When I didn't respond right away, she came in, clearly annoyed. "Marcus Lomas. I've been calling for you. Why are you ignoring me?" My mind was still processing what had happened. I couldn't believe my wife had tried to kill me just to be with another man. Felicia noticed my dazed state and quickly put on a concerned expression, reaching out to feel my forehead. I recoiled from her touch, my body shaking. She didn't seem to mind though and handed me a toolkit and the same black-handled screwdriver from before.