Hotwife Confession Stories Novels & Stories

"And what makes you think you can start over? Is it your criminal record, the time you spent in prison? Or the fact that you don't even have a place to live here in Wolfen Kingdom? "Mr. Howl, please be smart and stop disturbing Grace and me. Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to send you back to the Southern Pack." Noah led me away. I looked at him curiously. "You really know a lot about my ex-mate, even his criminal record and that he just turned 33 today." "It's normal. I'm also from the Southern Pack. Mr. Howl's a bit of a public figure, so it's only natural for me to know a bit about him," Noah said with a mischievous grin, squeezing my waist.

he exclaimed which made Cypher Kurt shocked because of Shin;s father sudden outburst. “Then since you do not even care where your wife is and that you obvious have no intention of looking for her in the first place. So, let me tell you this, your wife is at the hospital right now, recuperating because she has been abducted a week ago and obviously tortured by those who have kidnapped her! She is still unconscious now and we don’t know when she will wake up. You are here enjoying yourself while your wife is suffering, you fucking bastard!” that is what Shawn Ferrell yelled at his face and at that moment Cypher Kurt froze on his position and not to mention the fact that all the words that he h

A blind raw rage! His wife did not only want to divorce him but kill his baby too and she really thought that He would allow her to do any such thing! “Sam, don't let her kill our baby,” Lisa begged him. “I don't want us to lose another baby.” Samanvay snapped his smouldering eyes on Lisa. “We won't. Nothing will happen to my baby, Lisa. I think it's time I show my wife who she is married to. It's time she knows why people call me the God of Underworld.”

He realized that his so-called foolish wife had outsmarted him, using my own life as bait, leading him step by step into my trap. The top four short video platforms, all live streaming simultaneously. Hundreds of thousands of people watched him abuse his wife and confess to murder. Quite a show. This was my revenge on Max.

“You want me to confess? Fine” I stared at him as he turned towards the media. “I…” he started and took a long breath. “Today I wanna confess something. I have… tortured my wife for the past months...and I…” his voice broke. “I am sorry and she… can’t believe me that’s why she is leaving---” I was late but I had to stop him. I took his hand and dragged him to a corner. They followed us but I could get a few minutes. “What are you doing? You know what will happen--”

“What? How? What happened to him?” “He committed suicide in jail. He was sent to jail due to his domestic violence and adultery.” Natalia said. She did not tell her about the hard drugs. The old woman nodded and looked straight at Natalia. “I am sorry that I did not try harder to change things. And I am sorry that I did not tell you. I also did not tell you that my Gwendolyn is pregnant and—” Natalia could not hide her shock. “Wendy? Pregnant again? Who’s the father?”

"Your Honor, we were acting on the information provided by our client—" "Silence," Judge Abernathy snaps, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. She turns her gaze directly onto Mark. "The evidence submitted by Pierre is indisputable. Not only did you systematically pay off your own employee, Gideon, to illegally stalk your wife and manipulate photographs to create a fraudulent narrative, but we have a signed, notarized confession from Violetta’s own mother detailing a long-standing affair funded directly by the marital estate."

Her gaze was threatening. “How dare you invade my privacy?” I demanded, anger rising in my voice. “Privacy?” she laughed lightly. “The last time I checked, you’re a lonely wife sleeping alone in a big bedroom.” She leaned back and crossed her legs confidently, her voice calm. “Meanwhile, Victor crawls into my bed willingly every night like his life depends on it. I must say… he’s very good in bed.” She burst into laughter. “What do you want?” I growled, my eyes flashing with fury.

Then she settled over my cock, wrapping her legs around my waist, and holding me close. Her breasts felt warm, pressed against my chest. Her mouth was perched at my ear. "I was stupid, and selfish, and I hated myself. I was doing bad things. I was trading sex for contracts," she admitted. "I've never told anybody that. It's why I quit. I made a stupid mistake, and consented to a handjob to win the biggest contract I'd ever seen. A couple of months later, I gave a blowjob to keep that contract. Somebody told somebody else, and I was giving blowjobs for stupid little $30K projects. I found myself in a hotel room with 3 men, in order to close the A&M deal. I bled from my ass for three days. I h

I cut her off, my voice a dangerous, low whisper. I stepped directly into her space, my bloodshot eyes locking onto hers, forcing her to look at my bruised knuckles. "He confessed everything. A woman paid him, wired the cash anonymously, and gave him the exact hotel coordinates to tip off the media. You are the only person who would pull a stunt this vile against my wife."