Hotwife Tasks Novels & Stories

Sharon said, massaging Mark's chest. as Ava was climbing the stairs to go to the room the room she and her younger brother Matt shares. "That how can you refer to Matt like that? He is your only son!" Ava shouted in between her tears. "I do not have disobedient, useless and unfilial children like you both! Sharon will bear a son for me. I do not need you or your brother!" Mark said.

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.

Her fingers shook as she picked it up. She'd always known the passcode. Never used it—until now. On his chat app, she opened a group thread with his buddies: [Jared, 1000 days of celibacy today, right? You have to come out and celebrate!] [No way. Three years married and still no action?] [Lucia might be a bumpkin, but with that face and body? You've seriously held back?] [Obviously. He made that vow to Alice—stay pure for her. Jared's never broken a promise to Alice.]

Back in my room, I showered quickly. Then I sat on my bed with my laptop and forced myself to work for a while. Emails, documents, anything to burn the time. Finally, I closed it. I lay back and stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow, I’m bringing her home. Whether she likes it or not. **** Waking up the next morning, I sat on the edge of my bed for a long moment. Today. It was finally the day. The day I bring my wife home. I dragged myself to the bathroom and freshened up.

“You kidnapped someone.” Compared to me, this man was quick to anger. Everything he wanted, he had to have. “She is my wife.” A truly fucking sentence I hated. He always said Cassandra was his wife, never thinking whether he actually deserved her. “Are you trying to pressure Cassandra into putting me in jail?” I snorted. “You have a lot of problems to deal with.” I quietly searched for every way to get Cassandra out of that house: looked into her missing-case, and documented the violence he had committed both at home and in business.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the screen, eager to see how my victory in the first trial could be justified in this retrial. The screen showed footage from my memories, taking everyone back to the months when Hazel was pregnant. "Dear, the household expenses are piling up. Since Mom is here to help me, you should work harder and earn some extra money," she said. I had just come home from work and was washing dishes in the kitchen. Hearing her, I smiled softly and said, "Alright. Don't worry about a thing. Just rest and take care of yourself and our baby. I'll make sure our baby never goes hungry."

Well, why not give it a try? On a sudden impulse, I traced my fingertips lightly over Orlando’s hand, moving with such gentle caresses that I could see his reaction—his eyes widening in disbelief. “This is how you pay for your wife’s mistakes,” I whispered, flashing a sly, teasing smile. “That accident cost me dearly.” “What do you mean, Miss?” he asked. My smile deepened, more provocative than before. “I demand compensation.” I stepped closer without hesitation. My fingertips lingered on his hand, and he didn’t pull away. So, he didn’t mind, huh? Typical hypocrite! Can’t resist a beautiful woman, can you?