Istri Untuk Suamiku Novels & Stories

Ivy sighed. I arched an eyebrow. “Don’t go getting a crush on my husband. He's going to be your cousin.” I teased. Ivy blushed. “Yūri…” she sighed. I chuckled and hugged her around the shoulder again. “It’s okay. I know he’s hot. It’s part of why I married him. I won’t hold it against you for having a crush. But you're underage, so don’t act on it. If you still have a crush after you turn eighteen and he’s down, you can bang him.” I shrugged.

His hand was resting possessively against her waist, his face turned toward her with an open, tender devotion he had never once shown me. The second headline had begun trending less than an hour ago, exploding into viral territory: **[IS CEO ETHAN STERLING CHEATING ON HIS WIFE? EXPLOSIVE HOTEL PHOTOS RAISE QUESTIONS ABOUT STERLING MARRIAGE.]** This piece was accompanied by a collage of evidence: Ethan and Sienna exiting his private suite at the Sterling Hotel late at night; Sienna sitting beside him at an intimate dinner; Ethan gently stroking her cheek; and one devastatingly clear shot of them kissing beneath the amber streetlights outside her apartment.

“Your twin sister is one feisty woman.” “Hey, I heard that!” Iris jumps out of the dining chair, her face plastered in a smile. “Tyler is my mate and damn, you have to see our mate mark.” Iris keeps giggling while I turn towards Chiara, who has a shy smile on her face; I am guessing her husband turned out to be her mate.

Sriste's pov Yesterday night i didn't sleep at all...my love in breaking in front of me...i couldnt do anything he didnt know what happened to me... i will marry this Romano guy for my parents...i will bury my own love in my heart... after crying when i slept i didnt know...my sleep jurked off when sun's redient came in my face.... i woke up...today i had to break up my 6 years relationship ....what a luck of mine....which i and my dumpy saved....now all were meaningless...i did my morning business and went to the living room...

Phoebe swatted her hands “WHo ? Me? I am your husband neah I am your trophy husband. You liked a toy and stubbornly wanted to get it but when you think it’s not in your POWER you cried in front of your powerful but an ass brother and got that toy. You will get only relations which I don’t care about and never would be. I pity your Brother. He is the fool who got trapped in his Sister’s web of lies.” “I have loved you since my college time…..I still love you. I just wanted to get you by any means you damn it.” Chiara shouted while clutching his nape in her manicured fingers

“It’s your babygirl.” His brows furrowed further, his dark eyes searching my face like I was a stranger. “I… don’t know you.” The breath was ripped from my lungs. No. No, this wasn’t happening. I squeezed his hand harder this time. “It’s me,” I repeated, my voice breaking. “We’ve been married for almost a year now. We—” My throat tightened. “You love me, Cristiano.” He flinched, like the word ‘love’ unsettled him.

I asked, more out of obligation than any hope I’d get a straight answer. She stood up slowly, like she was stretching for effect, then walked toward me. Her smile was slow, smug. “Probably off shopping or spending time with your sister,” she said, brushing her fingers down my chest. “We finally have a moment alone.” I caught her wrist gently but firmly. “Back off, Gianna.” “You don’t have to pretend anymore, Aristide,” she said softly. “We both know you want me.” I took a step back, my jaw tightening. “Don’t say that. Don’t even think that. I love my wife.”

“We are strongest together. That’s what he’s attacking. Not just our company….us. So we fight as us. Not just business partners. Husband and wife. Mom and Dad. Family.” Bella looked at him and saw the man she fell in love with years back and still the same one she is in love with now, the one who stayed, the one who tried, the one who loved her even when things were hard. Some of the tightness in her chest loosened.

“You don't have to be ashamed, we're married. My sister's just jealous. You know, single..I love you, wife.” “I love you too, hubby…” ********

You are the scar in my life. Time cannot heal this wound you've caused. - Estefan Eustacio ------------------------ She had not the slightest idea on how she met her husband. She only concluded that they are in love because that is what everyone has been telling them. There must be an effort from her to know she really was. The memory of Kalantiaw haunts her and she must not live her memories of Kalantiaw. Her life right now is better than before. She had a loving husband and family. She could not ask for more.