Istri Untuk Suamiku Novels & Stories

he said with great disdain in his voice. “Aster, why do you hate me so much? I’m your wife. Not only do you never come back, you’re even chasing me out when I bring dinner to you?” Estelle grumbled. “Since you hate me so much, why did you marry me in the first place? Just so that I could hang off your arm like a pretty decoration?” “If you know it, why bother asking? Why bring humiliation to yourself?”

I smacked his chest glaring at him and said "Such an asshole! Leave me." I said getting away from him and walking towards the house furiously. "Sweetheart, I was just confused." He said following me. "Get lost!" I yelled and walked towards our room. Yes... Our! Because, according to Dadi we were a happily married couple. When I entered the room, I saw Isha sitting over there on the bed with her legs crossed playing something on her phone. "Did you have some work?" I asked her.

Summoning the courage within me, I began to peruse its contents. {'Chad, I am aware of your unhappiness in this marriage. I understand that Marlie is the one who can truly bring you joy. I was never the one you loved. I was foolish not to realize this earlier. If only I had known the truth sooner, we could have spared each other the emotional agony. You would now be married to my younger sister, leading a blissful life. And perhaps, I would have also found someone who genuinely loves me. So I will bring her to you. I will make my little sister happy, you too.'}

I could not help but lean my body against the solid wood on the stairs. She smirked at me. "You're right.But what I want to tell you is that my ex-husband is like a dish.No matter how you kiss him now and show off how delicious this dish is.For me,it's okay.Because I've had a taste of this dish and it is absolutely disgusting."I exerted all my strength. Without looking back,I went back to the bedroom and closed the door. I know that must have infuriated her beyond words. ***************** *TRISTAN*

But Rita only chuckled in response, an insolent defiance etched upon her face. Stacy's anger reached its peak, her voice shaking as she unleashed her righteous indignation. "You claim he was yours to begin with? I trusted him as my husband, and I trusted you as my friend. How could you both deceive me like this?" Her words reverberated through the room, confronting the bitter truth that lay bare before her.

[My eyes widened at her statement. Iqra: Hahaha. Carry on. But at least let her sleep. [Iqra is teasing me as well.] Me: Why are you teasing me guys? I feel shy. Ira: Aww, my love. Come here. [She pulls me closer and puts a kiss on my abdomen] Iqra: I am on the phone. Don't start now. It is also raining here. Let me hang up. Take care. Bye... She didn't even wait for us to say bye. Iru smiles and pulls me down to sit for dinner. She is feeding me and eating. I am just looking at my naughty, cute, and sweet lover. I love you, Iru.

The wicked smile dancing on his face said a lot and it made me feel weak. “ You are going to get dressed up and walk down the aisle with me as your husband, we will be wedded today, and we will be husband and wife. We will be the best couple out there. I want you, and you want me, that is all that matters, okay?” He cupped my face. I tried to flick my head to the side, but he sounded pretty adamant. With eyes staring at him. I nodded, before sitting back down. “ Good” he uttered, walking out swiftly.

We lay tangled together, chests heaving in ragged tandem, our sweat-slick skin cooling in the firelight. Bridie’s fingers stroked slowly through the hair at my temple, her heartbeat fluttering steady against my chest. She tilted her head, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of my mouth. "My husband," she murmured softly against my lips. "My wife," I answered, pulling her tighter against me, letting the warmth of the room wrap around us in the quiet hours before dawn.

He smiled and hugged me, soft and casual. “I’m still busy, but I’ll come check in again soon.” “I’ll be expecting you,” I whispered, watching him walk out. When I turned back, Bianca was looking at me, eyebrows raised. Killian had just introduced himself as my husband. Now this. I didn’t blame her for being confused. “Don’t judge me,” I said quickly, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I really don’t want to talk about it right now, but my life is a complete mess.”

Tristin “ Why are you—mad at me now? ” She croaks, her wrists struggling beneath my tight grip. Realizing it, I release her and grab her hips instead. Her hands drop to my shoulders and shake slightly. “ Tristin… ” I swallow, not saying anything. How do I even begin to tell her that her ex-husband is sending me pictures of their naked bodies pressed together, threatening me with them, and making sure my hands remain tied? I…