Hotwife Story Novels & Stories

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

“I met you wife for first time in my club ‘The Night Ace’… she was this charismatic and beautiful Indian women who approached me first, I am strip poll dancer and job makes me treat everyone equally men and women both… I still remember that it was Tuesday night and I hadn’t made much on that day since it was one of those heavy rainy day…… I was busy in my dressing room busy patting more make up on my already caked face in order to try and pull out as much as cash from drunker in club, when my manager walked up to me and said that a client was seeking for a private dance from me and was also ready to pay me a hefty amount for it… I was excited and accepted it, however when I entered private

She open up to me and told me how she got to be in that Beach House. like many people I like I swear it was not easy for her because she had a horrible husband. it was not a mafia like my husband but he was very abusive and one day she finally found the courage to walk away from him, she too moved here and she made a new life for her and her son. I understand that she opened up to me but I was not ready to tell her everything so I just told her that I was also getting out of a bad marriage and that I had to get away from my husband and that is all that she knows.

I said still she is in shock "why?" the only thing she said "OK then I need to tell you the full story. My wife Aadhya, she has my half of property and I can't take it from her easily.. She is not here but still I need my property back. And I want to make her a whore in front of others.. She has done many things with me I want to ruin her image.. She never loved me only used me for my money.. "I said and saw her expressions her face is like she will cry any second

, he says, teasing her. "Aw.... poor you! But you know what, what's done it's done. And now you have to stay with this shady wife only as you are stuck with me for a whole seven life's. Better luck next time!!", she says looking at the mirror and leaves for washrroom. "Who wants someone else....when you are all mine. I wish to have you and only you all my life's, leave this seven life's", he says to himself and dropping on his back hugs the pillow tightly on his chest.

“Of course.... Of course, she told you about Ariana. She just couldn’t help herself. She wants to drag me through the mud and make herself look like a saint.” He leaned forward, his voice growing darker. “But Monique doesn’t tell the full story. She doesn’t tell you how difficult she is. How she pushes, and pushes, until a man can’t breathe in his own house. She doesn’t tell you that half the things she accuses me of, she caused herself.” Perez raised a hand, steady and calm. “Let’s be clear here. Your wife didn’t bring Ariana up in passing, Mr. Bennett. She made it clear that Ariana and her child are living in your family home. That they’ve been involved in arguments. That there’s been tens

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

“He raped me.” The word hung heavy in the air. “I didn’t know how to tell you” she continued, tears streaming. “It took me time to even realize I was pregnant.” I stared at her. “And where are you coming from?” I asked quietly. She hesitated. “I told you that I was with my girlfriends.” “Open your phone" I said calmly. “Hand it over and I will believe you.” She froze. I stood, towering over her. “I don’t want you in my life ever again” I said, my voice deadly. “I don’t want to see you with my husband again. I don’t care about how you gonna raise your child. I’ve disowned you.”

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?

Old ones, from the marriage, reframed in the worst possible light. The implication was not subtle either. Unfaithful wife. Disputed child. A woman who had cheated during her marriage and was now using a boy of questionable paternity to claw her way back into a billionaire’s empire. That was the story. Three hundred words and four photographs to tell it. I put my phone in my pocket. Stood there for a moment on the park steps with the cold air and the sound of traffic and the very specific feeling of something being taken from you before you had even decided whether you wanted it.