Housewife Gone Wild Novels & Stories

Williams' gate. The dust accumulating at the house, as well as her breakfast from three days ago, barely touched, indicated that Blair hadn't been home since my absence and it baffled me. “You know I could have you arrested for being a nuisance,” Mr. Willams surfaced, sounding very calm. “Where is my wife?” I threw a question, firmly at him. “We can barely call her your wife,” he said, “I mean, she was gifted to you,” he added. I reached out to my bag, and grabbed a bundle of five dollar bills.

He immediately rode the motorbike, leaving a roar that was getting further away and left Haziya standing cold on the terrace watching her husband leave for the umpteenth time. Haziya may not be good at cooking, but she continues to learn how to cook properly. Record recipes from mom, also watch cooking tutorials from YouTube so Shabir can eat healthy food at home. However, her struggles are always to prepare dishes, not to mention getting praise from Shabir, even her husband doesn't want to taste it. His bloated thumb from being hit by a hot pot that had been smeared with toothpaste was proof of his sacrifice.

He can’t be the CEO of the company, but if my suspicions are correct, it’s a shame I even bumped into him. “Let it go, hon. Her position suits her. Karen’s decision was just right.” The witch said again that her husband must be her husband because he called her hon. I didn’t say a word and left, continuing to the cleaning department. Will Loid feel the rush of blood?

she called over her shoulder, skirting out before he could change his mind. Mr. Bradley, out of breath but full of bluster, slammed the gate to his modest farm. "I'll turn you into a metaphorical guinea pig if you come near here again!" he shouted after her, though he was already turning back to his house. Chuckling to himself, he muttered, "What’s the story with that little troublemaker?" And so, the question lingers: why was this young woman being chased off by an elderly farmer? Well, here’s the backstory:

] [People like this ought to be wiped off the face of the earth. Viewers swarmed Queenie’s livestream with insults. She panicked and shut down the stream, but the storm had just begun. The way netizens could dig up dirt was terrifying. They unearthed everything about Queenie and Wyatt, including Wyatt’s past misdeeds. This included gambling, hiring prostitutes, and taking out high-interest loans. They even uncovered things I had no idea about, like Queenie’s messy personal life at university. After this incident, Queenie became a social outcast.

This is the woman I married, this is the woman I miss. My wild, crazy, loud woman. Fuck, I’m close. So close to having her agree to a ménage, and the thought of it made me explode too.

After, she ushered me inside her house, offered a glass of water and then introduced herself as Vivan's step mother; " Mrs. Jennifer" She married Vivian's dad when his daughter was a teenager and ever since then, Vivan has been acting strange; not forgetting about her affair with a married that turned out to be a death trap for the man and his only child, Vivan had him killed because he was willing to leave her and settle with his family.. Once again, I'm dealing with a crazy person.

POV: Lena Moretti The house looked smaller than I remembered. Or maybe I'd gotten bigger. Not physically, not yet, but in every other way that matters. The woman who'd left this house for a rehearsal dinner six weeks ago was a different person from the one standing on the porch now with a suitcase and no plan. That woman had been numb and compliant and ready to marry a man she didn't love because her father told her she had to. This woman had mapped criminal networks, testified at arbitration hearings, and walked out on a billionaire. Growth looks different on everyone.

"You horrible, disgusting woman! You're a slutty whore who sleeps around with old men! I hope you rot in hell! I can't wait to crush your bones into powder! I'm going to use your ashes to make a toilet! Just you wait! I'II kill you someday! I'm going to kill you! How dare you give all those documents to that b*tch?! Did you think you could use her to get rid of me?! Haha. You got it wrong! That b*tch is so wretched that she came crawling back to me with those documents! That 7% shareholding of yours has gone to waste! It will become mine soon! Haha. You never imagined that, did you?! Your perfect plan was ruined by such a repulsive wench! Serves you right!" When he finished his rant, he pant

But I also couldn't explain what I'd just discovered, that my entire wedding had been built on a fundamental deception. "I need to go," I whispered. "Mara…" He called out my name, but I was already moving, already leaving the bathroom. I grabbed my robe tighter and walked out, leaving him standing there wet and confused, his dark eyes following me with an expression I couldn't read. Behind me, I heard him exhale sharply. But he didn't follow me. --- I found a quiet corner of the library on the ground floor and locked the door behind me. I pressed my thumb against the keypad, missed the 5, hit it again. The phone slipped half an inch down my palm before I caught it.