Hotwife Heather 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.

Somewhere across the city, in a hospital room with pale walls and a beeping monitor, Nathan Wolfe was holding Isabella Hart's hand like it was the only thing keeping him standing. I had watched that image play out for months now. Watched him choose her, again and again, over every warning I sent his way. He could have walked away after the divorce papers were signed. He could have let her rot in prison and rebuilt his empire in peace. Instead, he chased her. He fought for her. He gave up piece after piece of his company just to stand beside a woman who had every reason to hate him. Some men never learn. I picked up the tablet again. The number had stopped falling for a moment, holding steady

He fucking knew. He smiled when I didn't speak. “Boss, I know you, I don't just listen, I watch too.” Of course he fucking knew. I was going to have to do better at hiding things from this asshole. “I did a little digging on her and I was going to tell you…” He rushed the second part of the sentence like he was defending himself. “...tonight. Thorne is her husband's name, Cross is her father's. She has a eight year old kid…”

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.

my mother's voice was ice. "Sofia, are you insane?" Dante didn't lower his weapon. "Isabella is my wife!" "Ex-wife," my mother corrected him. "The moment she was declared dead, your marriage was over." "That was a stunt she pulled!" "Yes, and I arranged it," she admitted. "Because I wouldn't stand by and watch you destroy my daughter." "I never wanted to destroy her!" "Didn't you?" Mom advanced on him. "Leaving her to face a hit alone? Humiliating her in her own home? You call that love?"

Ever since she sleepily asked me to be her mother last night, I had become more curious-than ever- about her real mother. So immediately she fell asleep, I rushed to Christopher's office. I had never been there before and honestly, I had never gotten any interests or gotten so curious about what he kept in his office. But right now, I was scrolling through the files on his table, not caring if he was probably watching me right now through some hidden camera. Christopher had gotten so desperate for a wife that he had paid me to play the part. Like that was not enough, his mother had agree. I knew that if a wife wasn't so important in Christopher's life- too important that he had to pay someon

His words landed like a death sentence ans echoed over and over again in my head. And in that moment, I understood. He hadn’t just betrayed my heart. He had planned my ruin. Piece by piece. A childless mother? Yes, I was. A foolish wife? I wore that crown without resistance. But a fool? No. Never that. One thing I would never do was sign away my rights as a co-founder. That company wasn’t Asher’s dream. It was mine.

I trailed my fingers along its fabric before coming to a halt behind the very spot he occupied. Leaning forward, I brushed my cheek against his left ear, wrapping both arms around his neck. It was a gentle gesture, but beneath the surface, I yearned to strangle him. "I am Xiellenna, your battered ex-wife, and I am no longer yours. After today, and from the very moment that you forced me to leave, I will cease to be Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez. Sher will no longer exist. I am now Exelle Kim. Does it still make sense for you to call me your wife? Because all this time, you never treated me as your wife," I coldly whispered into his left ear before pulling away and walking towards the seat direct

“What are you doing out here in the cold?” Bridgette didn’t turn to look at him as he watched her worriedly. She took a deep breath of air and sighed, watching the warm air float out on the early morning breeze. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and nibbled on her bottom lip. “I finally got her to talk to me…. Her name is Heather… She doesn’t have any living relatives… Santiago is a married man… it was his wife that was ordering the maids to lace her food and water with the abortifacients…." She whispered.

I just watched her give her husband a handy J, but too slowly in her strokes to make him cum. "I gave him a magic blue pill about 45 minutes ago. Heather likes his little dick hard during his sessions," she said to me as if it was completely normal. She and I kept the small talk flowing, both sexual in nature and just two normal people chatting kind of conversation. I admit, I was growing infatuated with her. I loved her look and the fact that she would help her husband in this way was alluring. Finally Heather came downstairs, dressed much as she had been at the Halloween party. Marissa let go of her husband's dick and sat down next to me. Robert was focused on Heather, but he did look over