Hunting Wives Netflix Novels & Stories

She had learned her lesson; there definitely wouldn't be a next time. Vincent sat down beside the couch. His injury hadn't fully healed yet, and he still felt some pain when he moved. He picked up the remote control and asked, "What do you want to watch?" Rosalie replied, "Anything is fine." Vincent switched to a channel showing a romance drama. This love story was a bit cliché, with the male lead divorcing his wife for a mistress. The wife was heartbroken and sought solace from another man. In the end, the male lead regretted his decision and wanted to win her back.

I rolled my eyes in disbelief, “Wolves, Vampires and whatnot don’t exist Mrs Maisel. I’m pretty sure it’s just a cooked up story by some story tellers from your— “No!!” She cried out, I jolted sharply at the sudden outburst, “My husband was a demon Hunter! He died in the hands on an alpha wolf!!” Mrs Maisel’s husband died in the military, from a chickenpox outbreak. I nodded quietly and waited until she was done ranting before I reached the creek. The woman was a nutcase, and a pretty persistent one. She made sure I had wore a bracelet made of some twigs around my wrists, saying it would protect me from evil spirits.

Yaslyn decided to treat the entire cast and crew to a meal and distribute some bonuses. She dialed Huxton's number. He instantly declined the invitation. "Sorry, I'm abroad right now, spending time with my wife. Go ahead without me." "Like you're even worthy of your wife," Yaslyn mumbled under her breath. If not for Yaslyn, where would Huxton have found such a woman? Huxton's wife, a gentle, breathtaking beauty she had met overseas, embodied the modern, ambitious woman of the twenty-first century. "Well, if I'm not worthy, maybe you are!" Huxton replied defiantly, promptly ending the call.

The whole internet was on fire, everyone who walk the streets were busy with their phones reading the news with an headline that says: The Heiress Of Armstrong Empire And Wife Of The Multinational Business Mogul, Nuella Haywood Is Having An Affair With Her Long Time Friend Called Israel Who Is The Owner Of One Of The Popular StartUp Tech Company. David was shocked when he read the news, he knew that by now Oliver had not seen the news because he is not the kind of person to read news very early in the morning. Ethan had seen the news too and he was shocked. Who would spread such lies about his boss wife? He knew it was a lie. Ethan looked at Oliver who was saving breakfast before they head t

That memory has haunted me ever since that day, a reminder of how deceiving appearances can be and how you never truly know what lies beneath the surface. "Elise!" yelled Lizzy as she stormed through the door. She noticed me standing in front of the mirror, inspecting my dress. Lizzy came to a halt as she took in my attire, a flowing white gown with lace trimming. Her eyes widened. "Elise, is that…” “Are you wearing a wedding dress?" In disbelief, she inquired. She said, "You're getting married?" "Elise, are you going to marry that murderer?" Lizzy took a step towards me, frightened about her eyes watering up. "Did you forget about it already? Regarding what he did... "

All the ladies gasped except Hazel. "Trust me or not, but as much dad has told, he hasn't seen any lady after marriage...." Natasha further told her. Hazel just stayed quiet and kept looking at her husband who was walking to washroom now. That Whore was nowhere in sight. Hazel head ached and she decided to have a drink. _________ Ferris Kingston knew his wife has seen Scarlet his ex wife throwing herself on him. He was sure she must be thinking a complete fiasco in her mind.

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

"It looks like a billionaire ex-husband trying to drag two five-year-olds into a custody circus because he can't stand watching his ex-wife win." The room went quiet. "That's not fair," I said. "Fair doesn't trend, Mr. Blackwood. This does." She turned one of the screens toward me. A photo of Nicholas and Nicole, blurred, climbing into an SUV, with a red banner underneath reading WHO IS PROTECTING THESE CHILDREN FROM THE PRESS? My stomach turned. "Pull it down."

Elena slid a thin folder across the table. “I haven’t been able to find out exactly who is after you yet,” she said. “But I’ve noticed a pattern. Most of the wives from the Hartley family always end up dying one way or the other… or they just quietly go away. Even if they had wealthy families of their own, everything always ends up going back to the Hartley name.” Aria’s stomach dropped. She opened the folder with trembling fingers. Names. Dates. Causes of death or disappearance. Isabelle Brown – car accident.

We held a press conference two weeks later. Midtown hotel. Conference room packed with reporters. I stood at the podium. Rachel beside me. Sienna holding Sofia in the front row. My hands were shaking. I gripped the sides of the podium to steady them. "My name is Aria Winters. Three months ago, I discovered my husband was a bigamist. An abuser. A criminal. He drugged me for two years without my knowledge. Controlled every aspect of my life. Nearly destroyed me."