Hotwife Heather Novels & Stories

Heather said and a slap landed on her face " You are not going back to that devil's house Heather,, never " " But mother,,," Heather stopped and immediately rushed into the bathroom She threw up so badly that she felt empty within herself,, and it was down on her. She's pregnant!!! " Don't tell me you are pregnant for him " Her mother asked from the back Heather couldn't say a word,,she's really pregnant. A smile escape her lips,,,now her parents wouldn't have a choice than to let her live her life the way she want. " Guards!!! Throw her into the lock!!! Make sure she's not given neither food nor water for three days. She's a disgrace to this family!!! " Her father shouted and she gasped

Addison’s POV I stared back at Cora who had the audacity to insult me as a bitch. If only she realized that she was actually the one who was actually a bitch for having a relationship with someone's husband. She really had no shame and was still acting haughty by bumping into the legal wife of the man she was having an affair with. If only the public knew what really happened, maybe she would lose face in public. I don't care if Cora is Damon's first love, the point here is that I am Damon's legal wife while she is the third person. No matter how evasive she is, she's still the third person in my relationship with Damon. She would be ashamed of herself.

The older she-wolf stood in the kitchen, stirring a pot of simple venison stew, her face lined with concern. "I heard what happened tonight," her mother said gently, setting a bowl of stew on the table. Heather sank into a chair, suddenly too tired to stand. Her mother sat opposite her, offering practical, pragmatic advice about the realities of forming a mate bond with someone like Deputy Alpha Thorne. "Territory inheritance battles, stepchildren, infidelity – these will be your daily concerns," her mother warned, her eyes sorrowful. "Is this truly what you want?" Heather stared into the steaming bowl, unable to answer. Her heart was closed to both males, the scars of the past too deep for

He ripped the babydoll off her, exposing her perfect tits, he sucked on one nipple hard while fingering her soaked pussy. "She's dripping like a slut cuck." Chinedu laughed in Mark's face. "Your wife is a BBC whore, man. See how wet she is for me." He shoved two thick fingers into her, then three, stretching her. Cindy moaned loudly, grinding on his hand. "Yes, Daddy! Stretch my married pussy!" Mark could see her juices running down her thighs, Chinedu positioned her on all fours on the couch, ass facing Mark. He rubbed his massive cockhead up and down her slit, teasing her clit. Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried half his length inside her.

I flinched so hard, I lost my balance and fell on my butt and trust me, the shit hurt like hell, it felt as if hot rocks had been implanted on my butt. “Sleeping on the bed obviously.” I replied, my voice louder and deeper than intended… I was in pain and I was angry as well. “I see you've grown some wings, wifey,” he had a devilish smirk on his face. Did he just call me WIFEY? I swear I asked internally but maybe I had said it out loud somehow. “Are you not my wife?” He asked, taking off his wristwatch. What the hell had come over him?

Heather had finally done it. Jeffrey loved her so much that he lost all sense of reason. Even knowing she was dragging his name through the mud, he accepted it without question. The world called him a scumbag, vile, a man who abandoned his family for a mistress—he bore it all. In the end, Heather got what she wanted and escaped to another country. She went to a secluded island with Jason. Jason's condition was dire and his chances of waking were slim, but Heather was relentless.

Chapter 92 BIANCA’S POV My brows furrowed as I downloaded the video. It was quite long and the caption that followed was written in block letters; HER NAME WAS HEATHER MORRISON AND THIS IS WHAT YOUR LOVING HUSBAND DID TO HER AFTER SUCH A LONG TIME IN RELATIONSHIP (with two fingers pointing up at it.)

Unbeknownst to him, the bouquet of flowers he had brought for Heather lay abandoned on the ground. Heather had lied. A terrible, devastating lie. She had falsely claimed to be a virgin, when in fact, she had already given herself to someone else, and that someone happened to be him. But if that lie would make her childhood best friend, Theory, happy she'd be up for it with no second thoughts. She had done it in the hope that this lie would bring her closer to fulfilling her deepest desires to Theory, even if it meant sacrificing everything, including the kind-hearted man named Atlas, whom she had just callously dumped.

and that I wasn't experiencing those kinds of dreams once more. I couldn't help but wonder how my husband would feel when he learned that I was finally bringing him a treasure. Davis Gates, my spouse, is the only heir to the Gates Group and a third-generation billionaire. I have been trying hard every day to win his heart, even though he has been aloof and uninterested in me. Even though he has been distant from me, I have never considered abandoning our family. Now that I was expecting his child, my hopes for a change were even greater.

Claire was in the hallway when she saw her, tall, beautiful, dressed in clothes that probably cost more than Claire's entire wardrobe combined. The woman stopped in front of Claire and looked her up and down slowly. "So you are her," the woman said. "The wife." "I am Claire," she said carefully. "And you are?" "Vanessa," the woman said, like the name alone should mean something. "Nathan's real relationship. The one that actually matters." Claire felt her stomach drop, but she kept her face steady. "I think you should discuss that with Nathan, not with me." Vanessa laughed, short and cold.