Istri Untuk Suamiku Novels & Stories

"Why?" She stopped drinking coffee and looked at him. "Hmm?" “You are married to Frahisto. What’s your reason for taking me here on the rooftop and eating with you? You have a wife ‘don’t you? That's bad. Fraud ‘s what you do. Then ... Then ... You also kissed me when we were in the stream. T-that time, ‘don’t you even think about your wife? I am a woman, Frahisto Kariton. It hurts ‘min when we find out we’re being cheated on. That's not right. Really wrong. Even though I’m a provincial but I’m not dazzled by material things, the more I’m not dazzled by your handsomeness— okay, I’ll admit that you’re handsome and ... And ... What ... That’s all! It’s bad ‘cause you’re doing Frahisto. Stop fl

" Srusti's POV I was so irritated with him. But why?? What right did I have on him?? Why was I behaving like a jealous and nagging wife? My soul didn't fail to remind me that I was his wife only on paper. He made it very clear in the beginning... He was talking to me so nicely but I don't know why I was behaving like that. I just wanted him to talk to me and yet I didn't want to talk to him. What did I want?? I was going crazy. His phone was buzzing... " Excuse me but I need to take this call. " " Sure sir, you don't need to take my permission for that. You are the master of the house. " I said and started making chapattis. Oh God!!! Can't I talk without sarcasm in it now?? I knew, he was

Sophie stood up from the water with a gloomy expression. She didn’t even dry herself. She walked to the mirror and looked at herself. It was so miserable to be so stupid. She couldn’t even process everything. After a few seconds, she wiped her wet hair with her right hand, then cried again. She took a robe and put it on. She kept staring blankly at her reflection in the dressing room mirror hours later. The anger inside her burned so fiercely that she felt an overwhelming urge to strangle her con-artist husband, who had deceived her, and even the pregnancy had been nothing but a lie. The truth was, Sophie wasn’t pregnant at all.

I asked the moment we were alone. Tristain ignored me, brought out a pack of cigarettes, took two puffs, and quenched them. I turned to leave but he pulled me by my hair, I screamed but he didn't let go of his grip. “Have you gone nuts?” “You have one damn job, pretend to be my perfect wife” “You're hurting me”. I screamed hitting his hands but he held in tightly. “I didn't accept the switch from your family for you to go against my others”.

“I was nothing but a pastime.” I move to the bed, grab a pillow, and hurl it to the floor. “Why did he marry me?!” The words rip out of me. “I didn’t even want to marry him. I wanted fun, that’s it. One week of fun and then I’d go back to New York, no strings. Why did he marry me, bring me here, only to crawl back to her?”

“You know what?” I dropped my books on the table and walked towards him, nearly crashing into him. “What else do you want Djurek?” My voice came out as a whisper, the words burning my tongue as they rolled off. “What other sacrifice do I have to make for your love.” “You haven't done anything as far as I am concerned. You have only pushed me aside, I am only a figurehead in your life.” I let you back into my life. Everyone knows you're my husband, and I kept my womb open for your seeds! What else do you want?”

Find the titles below: BILLIONAIRE'S SWEETHEART OWNED BY THE MAFIA KING MR. CEO PLEASE LOVE OUR MUMMY TRAPPED BY THE COLD HEARTED BILLIONAIRE MY COLD HEARTED CEO'S SECRET LOVE: MY REBORN WIFE Lastly, Ian's story is titled: ♤ Dear Stranger, Marry me again.♤ [BLURB]♤♤♤♤♤ My husband is a stranger. Everyone says I was madly in love with him, that I couldn’t wait to marry him. But when I look into his eyes, all I see is darkness. Cold. And Bottomless.

She not only colluded with my ex wife to deceive me but that damned teacher, I will make an example of the three of them. “Mr Changretta” a familiar voice calls behind me and I turn my head to see one of my business associate’s daughters…Estelle. “Fragranza gradevole! Nice fragrance” “Grazie Mille, thank you very much” “Your wife, she is really pretty” her tone is not far fetched, Estelle has been trying to get in my bed for years, “you got married and you didn’t say anything to anyone” Taking her hand, I press a gentle kiss on her knuckles, “let’s not talk about my wife, Estelle. She is not up for discussion”

Her heart pounded as she opened it, her eyes scanning the words. “I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose Gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this—DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.”

It now seems to me that I insulted him in front of his friend. Pch, God, It’s all because of my stupid hubby. It's because of him I was not in a good mood. Hmmm, I did everything to prove Smirthi is guilty. Now it’s up to him to decide. Why do I always think that he will come to me? My husband is very irritating.