Issei Wives Novels & Stories

he asks. I shrug my shoulders. “She walks out with her friend, so it takes some time. Or she might be helping her teacher pack up as well.” I watch the other mom’s eyeing him. I have never come with a man before; I think most of the mom’s think my husband is imaginary. Because in the three years Kira’s been at this school not once has, he been here. Kira walks over with her friend Ava. When Kira spots her father beside me. Her hazel eyes identical to her father’s light up.

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

Just from the way they looked at her, Airin already knew that she would be one of the most hated. Airin guessed that the woman sitting in the middle was the first wife, Safitria or who was often called Ria, who was the same age as Sakha, 32 years old. Ria has the typical beauty of a hostess. Even though she was already three-headed, he looked youthful. Of the three wives of Sakha, it can be said that Ria is the prettiest and perhaps the one who can take care of her beauty the most. Galih said that Ria was the daughter of Sakha’s co-worker, they got married because of a family arranged marriage five years ago. Then the second wife may be on the right, her name is Agistia, or Tia. She is one y

He wouldn't let her get what she wanted. "This is Vio, Honey. She is now your wife." Azzura tries to introduce a new wife to her husband. To the viewer, this was something strange. A wife leads her husband to marry again and introduces a second wife to her husband. It's a rare thing in this country. "Hmm...!" Brian didn't show any interest in Vio at all. 'But why do I seem to have seen him before?' Brian thought. He looked back at the woman beside his wife. At the same time, Vio looked up to see who the arrogant man who became her husband was.

My breath quickened, as I struggled to fathom what exactly he was going to do next. “No, I never said that. I didn't mention such,” I replied immediately as I caught my breath in between every word I uttered. "There's dinner again tonight. I need you to prepare. You have the black card with you, so get anything you think would make you look like a luxury wife. I don't need to see anything less,” he carefully addressed. He let go of my hand abruptly and immediately walked out of the room. I knew this was going to be my main debut as the CEO’s wife.

After a while, she felt tired of my behavior. “Pete, please stop! You have to trust me, otherwise our relationship will not last.” I stared at her coldly. “Your assistant’s hand was touching your chest. How can I trust you?” “Whatever…” Bella said coldly and left with a slamming door. She started to stay out at night, and she treated me even more coldly. It seemed that it was not just men who lived like this. I realized women could be the same. She spent most of her time in bars and with young men.

I had no idea my wife, Bella Ross, had a best friend who was so incredibly sexy. After boarding the plane, the three of us occupied seats in a single row. From the corner of my eye, I stole a glance up Celeste's skirt, looking at the narrow space between her juicy thighs. I was truly so tempted to pry her legs apart and bury myself deep inside her. Nonetheless, my wife was just sitting right next to me. I would never have the guts to do so. As I compared Celeste's figure to my wife's, they were basically worlds apart. Bella was dressed in a tacky shirt, and her chest was so flat that they offered zero tactile stimulation when I caressed them.

Her phone lit up again. I walked over. On the screen was a preview of WhatsApp notifications: James: [Your husband came today, I’m so scared. [Will he hurt our child? [When are you coming to see Noah? He says he misses his Mom.] The shower was silent.

This raised many questions in the minds of Ajeng's coworkers. "Are you sure he was forced to marry you?" Siska now placed her mug on the table and looked at Ajeng seriously. "From what you said earlier, I feel like Mr. Evan is... attentive to you?" "Huh? Attentive to what? He only comes when he wants something." Ajeng snorted. "Then, doesn't Mrs. Ella feel jealous or angry every time she sees you? Everywhere, legal wives definitely hate their husband's second wives or other wives."

And judging by the look in her eyes right now, I was certain she had not come here peacefully. Eloise let out a mocking laugh, shaking her head slowly. "Oh, Cassius," she drawled. "You still underestimate me." She took another step forward, her gaze flickering toward Sienna before settling back on me. "And what exactly do you think I will do?" she asked innocently. "After all… I am still your wife. And yet here you are, marrying another woman?"