Housewife Gone Wild 소설 & 이야기

“We’re husband and wife! The company belongs to me too! Why should I sit at home like a trophy wife?” Her father stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and turned to leave, but her mother, blinded by anger, grabbed his arm. In the struggle, the ashtray tipped over. The still-lit cigarette rolled onto the carpet, setting it ablaze. The flames spread—to the curtains, the wallpaper, and then the entire house. It had been an accident. But to the media, always hungry for a scandal, it became a sensational story: 'Billionaire couple’s tragic downfall—arson and murder.'

He replied, cockiness hinting in his tone as he shot a survey of my body. I glared until he met my eyes and he rolled his eyes in amusement. Do I need to remind him that I'm his wife? If he turns out to be this self obnoxious man, then forget about divorce, I will drown him in his own puddle of obnoxiousness. "He was a bright student in my class. Always enlightened to learn a new lesson or create a new dish out of anything-" "Even plastic?" I cut her off in mid-sentence. She smiled, forcibly, "No, Millie. Not everyone is like you who microwaved refrigerator chocolate with the packet."

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

Helen pushed roughly against my body. "Helen, enough!" Wilder said again, "Still treat me properly; after all, we are not officially divorced yet." He thought, that's the sentence I want to hear from him? That sentence is what I need from him? Not at all. I'm his legal wife, but everyone doesn't respect me, after the dark years I've been through. "But Alpha Wilder, since her father died, Harper has gone completely crazy; she is no longer in control. She's lost her mind; look at the commotion she's been making lately."

Several women gesticulated at her and said, "That’s her, the woman who picked up a wild man a few years back and married him. I heard that the man has also brought with him a man in a vegetative state. In the past few years, she not only has to earn money to support her family but also has to take care of her useless husband. Her family drove her out because they were displeased with her.” "Well, you can’t blame that useless man for having such good looks, can you? If I met a man like that, I’d pick him up and hide him in my house too," a young woman sneered, sounding like sour grapes. The woman did not say anything and went home after picking a basket full of mussels. The woman’s house was

“Surround the house. No one gets out alive. If he runs, shoot him.” Ten guards moved silently into position, their dark figures disappearing into the shadows. The remaining five stayed with me as I approached the house. As we neared, raised voices broke the stillness. “Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare touch me!” a woman’s voice screamed. My jaw tightened as I recognized the voice Mrs. Williams. “You’re my wife now,” Western snarled. “You can never leave. We’ll start our family here. If you won’t give yourself to me willingly, I’ll take what I want. I’ll rape you every night until you learn your place!”

Or she could meet the woman who claimed to have all the answers. Her thumb hovered over the screen. And then she typed a single word. Where? The address appeared immediately. Isabelle looked up at the mansion behind her, at the life she had built with Adrian, at everything she had sacrificed to get here. And then she walked away.

“All of you, get out! “Let me tell you something. I might have a limp, but I’m a veteran who crawled through gunfire to survive. I’m not some pushover.” Wayne was intimidated by my gaze. He froze in place, not daring to step forward. Aiden was so frightened that he hid behind Wallace and sobbed. The commotion alerted the neighbors. Several households opened their doors and poked their heads out. They started pointing and murmuring among each other. “Isn’t that Alvin’s house? What’s all the noise about?” “Who are those people? That woman looks kind of familiar.” “She looks like Alvin’s wife. I heard that she passed away young.”

I gave a bitter laugh, my eyes sharp as frost. "Yes," I said. "I did say that. But Hilary, my wife died three years ago in that fire. She and my daughter perished together in the flames. We've been separated by death ever since." In the end, Hilary was sentenced to three years in prison. Lily was placed in the care of a local orphanage. As for Ross, every dirty deed of his was brought to light. He faced multiple charges: illegally obtaining private information, tax evasion, embezzling company funds to buy property and gamble. He was convicted and sentenced to thirty years in prison.

“I am not ready.” I made her wait until I was done foaming the body wash on her delicate shoulders, then I gathered her hair in my fists and applied shampoo. When my silence greeted her, she looked at me over her shoulder. Her pissed face and red angry eyes glared at me. “If you want a child so much then why don’t you fuck some other woman and build a family with her. Why are you so adamant on tormenting me? First you stalked me, married me against my will and now you want to impose a child on me?” She blurted. Her lips wobbled. “I am your wife for fucks sake not a damn breeder.” Her eyes full of sweet anger. I agonised day and night to see her emotions other than fear—even if it was her ang