Istri Baru Suami Mawar Novels & Stories

"Is your work done?" Lastri nodded. "Madam, will you be staying here?" "Why?" "Because my working hours are only until Madame returns, while ...." Lastri did not continue her sentence and decided to look down at Andien's piercing gaze. "You can continue to work here if you like, and I'm more in favour of you living in this house. Are you married?" Lastri's head nodded quickly. "I am very interested and grateful for Madame's offer. I have a family, but my husband works overseas as a migrant worker."

One day Marwan was acting more oddly than usual and when he handed me a bouquet of wildflowers I cocked my brow. "Would you Zax Derix become my wife," he asked seriously. I scrunched my mouth and rubbed my eyes. "I'm a male, Marwan and not a wife," I mumbled sternly. He looked dejected and said that he was the biggest out of us both and would be the man of our relationship. I furrowed my brow and glared at him with my hands on my hips. "I can't even," I mumbled sourly and turned from him after tossing the flowers to the ground. I stomped toward the thick trees feeling hurt by him thinking that way about me. I was too caught up in myself to notice the several large ships filling the blue skie

I pursued my lips together and tried to wriggle from his hold but instead of letting me go, he tightened his grip on my waist. I sighed and shut my eyes only to let hot tears stung down my cheeks. Wife? Yeah, right. The wife of a filthy criminal. " DON'T F*CKING START CRYING LIKE A FRAGILE DOLL." He hissed and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes stared deep at me with nothing but lust, making me realize of my current state. I was naked under the comforter where my body was flushed against him. A wave of disgust rushed through my vein as I stared back at him in panic.

Mom and Dad kept their heads down as well, not daring to defend Vivienne anymore. Dominic turned his gaze toward me, his expression radiating profound affection. "Isabella and I are virtually inseparable. I'm the best person to judge whether she has been meeting people in secret or acting with malice!" He gently pulled me into his arms, like it was natural, and said, "Isabella is my wife and the person I hold dearest! I'm not going to stand by while people spread lies or try to hurt her!" With that, Dominic deliberately raised his wrist to display our matching bracelets. He gave it a little shake, making the bracelet gleam under the light.

I couldn't help but laugh. So, this was his so-called true love. They had not even been married that long and were already fighting each other. Who knew how long this love of his would last? Today, it was one slap. What about tomorrow? The day after? I was actually looking forward to it. When Regina came by later, she brought along a bottle of red wine. "Try this. It's this year's new product from the vineyard." We sat on the sofa and sipped on wine while going through financial reports. I had never felt better. Leaving that trash of a man behind, I lived every day in style and confidence. It was so much better than being a bitter, resentful wife at home.

Isti tried to understand and support her husband, but more and more he became distant and cold towards her. One night, while the wife was waiting for her husband to come home from work, she saw something that broke her heart. Her husband came home with another woman, they were laughing and joking at the door. Isti felt like she had been stabbed by a sharp knife, as if her world had collapsed in an instant.

The latter cleared his voice and answered. “I would have to marry another beautiful woman my age.” He deduced his point with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth. The gesture on his wife’s face altered. She pouted and then clenched her teeth in anger. Wabua leapt off his seat and stood aloof. “ I will pay you considerably.” His wife exclaimed. “I know how best...” retorted Mr Wabuwa, giving a toothy grin. Esther was delighted by the attitude of her new company. They were an adorable pair, cheerful, kind-hearted and deeply in love. She was in a vast mood as if she had known them for a long time.

On the eve of my wedding, my friends threw a joint bachelor and bachelorette party for Natalie Cole and me at a bar. After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. The bottle landed on me first. My younger brother, Kayden Wilson, grinned. "I dare you to take off your pants. Let's see what you've got." The whole table immediately erupted in cheers. I glanced at Natalie, but she kept her head down and continued scrolling through her phone without a word. Hence, I took off my pants and stood there in nothing but my underwear. In the second round, the bottle landed on me again. My sister, Hannah Wilson, raised her glass and asked half-jokingly, "Logan, I dare you

What a lucky bastard I was. When Mari reached me, her arm through her father’s, I nodded at Mr. Wright. He nodded back. He’d come around recently to my marriage with his oldest daughter. It had helped that I’d introduced him—through Lochlann—to one of the most exclusive growers of orchids in Ireland. “Take care of her,” said Mr. Wright as he wiped away a stray tear. He kissed Mari’s cheek. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” “Thanks, Dad.” I took my wife’s hand, looking at her from head to toe. She’d bought a new wedding dress for our wedding, and although she’d looked beautiful in the one I’d pretty much torn off of her eighteen months ago, she looked even more beautiful in this new one.

After my brother, Don Matteo Sabella, finds out I have a crush on our family Consigliere, Lorenzo Gallo, for years, he spikes Lorenzo's wine and has him delivered to my bed. That night, he pushes deep into me, and we lose ourselves in each other. When the sky begins to lighten, Lorenzo stays, kisses my temple, and asks me to marry him. Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire.