Ibuku Jadi Istriku Novels & Stories

“Simon, how could you stoop to such baseness? I must have been truly blind to have loved you, only for you to make a jest of it! Zachary was right to strike you! He is worth ten thousand of you. Whom he chooses to love is no concern of yours. What gives you the right to speak like an idle gossip? You are beneath contempt!” I stood beneath the full weight of everyone’s gaze, my reason entirely gone. My only thought was to stand by Zachary. Since he had defended me, I would not allow him to be wronged in return. Moreover, no one was better qualified than I to speak on the matter of Zachary’s interest in women. Acting on an impulse, I spoke without thinking. “Simon, I no longer have any affecti

“I just wish you all can read the first book in the series, you’ll understand this one better and I will try my best to make Isabella’s book more understandable, probably like a standalone book.” “Who are you talking to,” She turns to me as I say this, with a look on her face. “Oh, the audience. Sorry, pregnancy brain.” “So are you going to ask for comments or…” I continue and she stares blankly at me. “I am getting there, I just want to call the name of Asteria’s book and where they can find it.” “Haven’t you said it before?”

Jester was speechless for a few seconds. He wondered what he could do to his wife in order to not to be angry with him. But, the woman's curiosity about him intensified. "We came again into this, Jane. Didn't I say that I don't know what you're talking about. Besides, I had no hint where you heard that name. You know that I am sleeping here, still you're bothering me with that useless thing. Bull*hit, what the fu*k life is this?" Jester hurriedly adjusted his slippers and put them on quickly.

*** FLASHBACK *** "Is that so? You have the courage to say 'We're married' when You let the transfer student flirt with you and called you 'babe' earlier! Then There was a kiss, how happy you were when she did that to you! So if you want me to treat you as my husband, give me respect and shame too! because even we know that it's all just a lie, what will people around us say if they see that you are flirting with someone else? Isn't that embarrassing ?! So don't expect me to take on the responsibility of being your wife if You can't apply that to yourself! " *** END OF FLASHBACK ***

“You may not be my wife, but you're carrying my child and that makes everything you do my bloody business.” “Spare me your noble care, Luca,” Isabella shot back. Her chest was rising and falling with fury now. “Are you under the impression that you have any control over me? I am not a prisoner, and I owe you no explanation about where I go, what I do, and who I talk to.” “You don't owe me any explanation?” He barked furiously, stepping closer to her. “You disappeared for two years, changed your name, abandoned your past…and now you're doing what? Linking up with old flames and drinking yourself silly while you're pregnant with my child?”

Rokurō glared, flicking ashes in our direction. “I am so not your anything. Has dementia set in already?” I snorted. “This…” Hibiki started grabbing my ass. “Is my wife. And even though she is my wife, I know she doesn’t belong to me. She is her own person. I just happened to be the lucky fucker she agreed to marry.” Hibiki smiled.

"That could be dangerous, Isabella. What if he doesn't sign it and I end up homeless? You know very well that father won't even accept to lend me a hand." Isabella chuckled. "That won't happen, sis. I have been saving some money; you could have a good life. Really !" There was silence. I just couldn't believe that all this time my little sister had brainwashed me. To think of it. She became so weird after I got married to Ethan, and she won't stop talking about how men dump their mate after they get pregnant or how the alpha's marriage crumbled and the wife ended up committing suicide. "Are you still listening to me, Charlie?"

I want her to know how much I want her and want to be with her, but I don’t want to scare her off. “What were you reading on the balcony?” I asked her. “Just a romance book,” she replied. “It’s about a mafia princess who falls in love with a guy in the mafia, but she’s betrothed to someone else. It’s very well written.” “Sounds like a great love story. One you could tell your kids,” I smirked. “Well, probably not all the violence and sex,” Isabella giggled. “True,” I chuckled. “What are you doing tomorrow?” I probed.

“Get me to a hospital. If I survive this, I’ll pretend today never happened. We can settle—” Before I could finish, Beatrice grabbed a shard of glass from the floor and drove it deep into my back. A sharp pain shot through me. Then, it felt like a floodgate had opened. Blood gushed from the wound. Pain took over my entire body, tearing through every nerve. “You’re buying stories from a lunatic? And you call yourselves smart people? Let me set the record straight! My son and Amy are legally married!” She grabbed Edwin and Amy’s certified copy of their marriage certificate from the center table, held it up for everyone to see, and then threw it in my face.

（Isabella‘s pov） “I, Isabella Costa, reject you…” I can’t even finish the sentence to my reflection in the mirror. I’m his fated mate. I’ve given him everything he wanted, including painful IVF treatments so he can have an alpha-born heir, but all he wants is his childhood girlfriend, Layla. Soft black curls cascade over my bare shoulders as I mindlessly brush them out. I look down at the clumps of hair in my brush. A hundred hormone injections ago, I had healthy locks.