Fatal Allure Spoiling My Wife Novels & Stories

"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.

On the day my husband, Caleb Vale, laid his first love, Layla Shaw, to rest, he turned to me and flung our wedding ring into the sea. For the next 12 years, the breakfasts I brought him were tossed away untouched, and the scarf I painstakingly knitted through the night was thrown into the flames and burned to nothing. He was the cruelest when he looked me in the eye and said, "Aurora, if you really want me to be happy, you might as well go die."

I shoved Frank away and glared at him. "You fucking disgust me. I will never, ever marry you." Once again, we parted on angry terms. Thankfully, when I got home, Al checked in on me, and we talked for a while. I was about to put my phone down when a video popped up on my social media feed. Several men were going down on a single woman, and she looked like she was enjoying it. New comments appeared with every refresh. [Hoe-ly shit. Girl looked at reverse harem media and thought, why not all of them? And still it's not enough.]

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?

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.

Sunlight spilled through the window and settled over his soft hair, turning it a warm shade of gold. My son was three years old. And my wife's lover had been in her life for three years. I kept scrolling. The last message was from yesterday. [Babe, can we finally make it official that day?] Something crumbled inside me. Make what official? Was she planning to ask me for a divorce? The lock turned. Adeline pushed the door open and stepped inside, her eyes sweeping across the living room. "I left my black phone at home. Have you seen it?" "Cole found it." I walked over and held out the phone. "Can't believe you'd forget something that important."

At this point, the only thing I could think of was my mother who had a slim chance of survival in the hospital. With my hopes now crashed against the rock, my legs gave way, making me fall on the floor butt first. “You must be delusional to think that father will hand over his wealth to you.” Freya smacked her lips as she and her mother shared a mocking chuckle. “You're my husband's greatest mistake he keeps regretting each day.” It was Sandra's turn to speak this time around. Numbed to my bones, I was unable to speak or react to their words.

They turned toward the source of the voice, few females were coming toward them with banner in their hand , they were saying, "Alya Gupta , shame on you" "Alya Gupta, shame on you" "Alya Gupta , shame on you " They came closer to her , one woman said :" Alya Gupta, shame on you. Don't you feel shame roaming with someone else husband , you are having an affair with a married man". Viren and Alya were shocked to hear them , Alya shouted, feeling embarrassed:" Shut Up ! He is my husband. We are married. Even we are not married , you don't have right to judge me. Who are you to interfere in our matter, get lost all of you".