Guilty Wives Novels & Stories

Without an intelligent brain cell between them, all they did was spend thousands on shopping, beauty treatments and getting their hair and nails done, now it angered him so he had them dragged in front of him. ‘You have done nothing with your lives except bleed me dry and moan because I would not pander to your whims now thanks to your pathetic Fathers it is time for you to pay back their debts.’ He sent them to work in his brothels, he did not care that they were his Granddaughters. He had only one use for women and that was earning him good money lying on their backs. The two wives were sold to an Arab Prince who was always looking for women to ‘work’ for him. He was a sadist who used his

"That is not a spontaneous act without a motive." The second woman, who was younger, piped up, her tone brimming with emotion. "We're just disgusted, Mr. Blackwell! Your wife is cheating on you while you're still married! That's not fair to you. We just wanted to teach a woman like that a lesson." "That reason does not justify your actions," Damian countered firmly. "But it's true, isn't it?" the first woman chimed in quickly, her voice full of conviction. "Everyone has seen the photos. She's out walking around with another man while still legally your wife. We were only defending you after being betrayed!"

Isabella blinked her eyes in response, clearly taken aback by Giovanni's words. "No," Isabella countered, her voice carrying a mix of determination and remorse. "I am your second wife, an illicit partner in this union. It's important for you to understand that I am burdened with guilt for causing harm to another woman in your life." Giovanni let out a sigh, his weariness evident in his expression.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

"Gulaab, hum nahi jaante humne aapke saath kal raat kya kiya. Lekin, hum kabhi nahi chahte the vo sab. Hum bass aapko or Ibrahim ko saath dekhke khafa the. Or apne khwabgah me aake mandira nosh farma rahe the. Hume bass itna yaad hai ki hum pee rahe the or aap aayi thi. Humne kabhi nahi socha tha... Ki hum aapke saath kabhi bhi esi ghinoni harkat karenge. Begum hai aap hamari. Aap to kya hum kisi bhi aurat ko chune se pehle das bar sochenge. Naa jane humse ye gunah kese ho gyaa. Hum nahi jaante ki humne aap kitna dard kal raat. Lekin, hum aapse bass itna kehna chahte hai ki aapko pasand karne lage hai... Or aap jo bhi saja dengi Hume manjoor hogi. Chahe to hamari jaan le lijiye." "Gulaab, I

Everyone who was so interested in me turned their interest on her and started talking about her. “What a hypocrite, she speaks about the others without looking on herself first. Didn’t she just got pregnant by an Alpha that is not her mate? In fact her husband now was still married with someone else when she got pregnant.” “It doesn’t matter whether the wife cheated. It’s clear that the husband cheated first.” “A mistress shaming another mistress. Oh how shameful!” Whispers flooded on top of one another, and the tides turned against Giselle. Giselle could only fume in silence, unable to defend herself from the words of the crowd.

My thighs sliding slick and sticky against each other as the heavy load mixed with my own juices and trickled down in slow messy trails that made my skin feel constantly alive with the evidence of what I had just done letting a complete stranger fuck me raw and pump me full right there against his truck while my husband Mark sat working only a short distance away. The deep intense wave of guilt crashing through my chest made my heart pound so hard I could barely breathe yet at the same time this overwhelming rush of filthy satisfaction and raw hunger kept my cunt clenching rhythmically around nothing as if it was still begging for more of that massive cock that had just ruined me so complete

“I didn’t know sisters share wedding beds.” The woman blinked, stunned. “H-husband?!” “Yes,” both wives said in unison, stepping protectively in front of Adrian. Their eyes narrowed dangerously. The woman stumbled back under the force of their united glare, stammering something before turning and bolting out of the lobby like a frightened rabbit. Adrian just stood there, blinking. His wives turned back to him, dusting off his sleeves, smoothing his shirt, fixing his collar like twin generals dressing their soldier. “You poor thing,” Charlotte teased. “So cute women can’t leave you alone.”

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

After we signed, she couldn't resist one last jab. "Kyle, from now on, I'm your boss's wife. First day at the company, I'm firing you. And this?" She waved a villa's property deed in my face. "That's a luxury villa in a gated community—mine. Look at you. No money, no talent, nothing. Being with you these past few years was torture." I just smiled as she flaunted the deed. She thought it was real. It wasn't—just a fake Fay had mailed her.