Istri Untuk Suamiku Novels & Stories

I entered and saw him seated already with his back facing me. ‘How may I help you?’ I asked, making him turn his back at me. He still looked scary as always. He looked so intimidating and scary. Someone who did not know him would think he had once served in the military. He looked at me with a demeaning look. I saw a slight hint of disappointment in his eyes and disapproval. ‘I heard your wife is not staying under the same roof with you right now’ he said. Of course he knew, he always stalked everything I did, and now he is stalking my marriage. I expected nothing less.

"And?" "And nothing. He's trying to win my trust and we'll see how it goes from there," I said. She frowned, slightly disappointed. "So nothing steamy happened?" "Ew, get your mind out of the gutter," I said as I threw a pillow at her Isa chuckled. "What? He's your husband and he's insanely hot too. I wouldn't blame you." "Shut up! That is no concern of yours. Anyways, he made me akara."

Catherine replied. "What if you are just imagining things? What if he had no idea? Just let him know because I am afraid you may end up in bed with him soon, the way you are going." Mira said. "You know that won't be possible. No matter how horny I may be, I can't just end up in bed with some man just like that" Catherine replied. "But James is not some man and you know that. Both of you share a bond that no one can easily break. Listen to me Cathy go back to the love of your life and tell him the truth" Mira insisted.

She stuttered “It's exactly as you heard it. I've never loved you and I would never see myself loving you. Elena holds my heart. You're just a pawn I used to get close to her. I want to spend every single night and day with her. Since she didn't want to get married, I married you to stay right next to her. Now that she is ready to marry me, we should get a divorce,” he shrugged. “We’ve been together for two whole years and now you just want me to believe this?” Gemma asked.

Hmm, I'm sorry for my wife. "Can you teach me to cook?" I suddenly asked. He looked at me and I smiled at him. "Do you remember when you said you wanted me to teach you how to cook Trix? You almost set our kitchen on fire." heheh I'm thrilled with 'natin' as in 'NATIN' hubby, weg kengeng geyn ehehe p*tangina my pabebe! Eww eww I hate pabebe people but if I am papabebe, it's not eww because-- hmm, because as long as I love myself and I don't stress myself, the end.

His eyes stayed on me, steady, unreadable. “That’s not happening,” he said. “It already is,” I replied. “You just haven’t decided how you’re going to deal with it.” His jaw tightened. “You’re overreacting.” “No,” I said. “I’m deciding.” He held my gaze for a second longer. “What exactly are you saying?” “I’m saying you have two options,” I said. “She stays somewhere else, or I leave.” Nothing moved in his expression. “You’re my wife.” “For one year,” I corrected. “Let’s not pretend it’s anything else.”

Ryan stood beside me and read them off one by one. "All of this..." "Is that the last one?" "There's one more. It says you wanted a divorce because you..." "Because I what?" "Because you'd fallen for someone else." I paused. Then I started to laugh. I had spent every waking moment of my last life trying to be a good wife to Marcus. I'd learned to cook for him. And still he avoided me at every turn. Whenever he had a free hour, he was either out on business or with Selena. He'd cut off my contact with the outside world and then refused to come near me, letting me rot quietly inside that estate. And now the story was that I'd left him for another man.

“Do you want me to make it go away?” "What do you mean… make it go away?" "That's not what I asked. Do you want me to make it go away?" he asked again, and I could hear the seriousness in his tone. "How would you even do that?" "I'll do anything for you. Legal. Illegal. Just name it." A cold shiver went through me hearing him say that. I didn't know what to say so he continued. "There's this girl I met..." My mood immediately shifted and he noticed. He sighed with a small smile. "I love it when you get jealous," he murmured and I rolled my eyes. "Her name's Camila. She's the same girl whose voice you heard over the phone."

*ADRIAN'S ISLAND* Irma walked out of her Closet after dressing up, she blushed reminiscing about the steamy moment she had with Adrian, she thought he was gonna give her a good Fuck last night which she's anticipating on, the way he fingered her still feels like his finger is inside her. "He's my hubby"She said, her hand tracing the pendant of her necklace. "Wifey"Adrian called and swept her up in his arms. "Adrian"She blushed and he carried her out of the room. "Wifey, I made breakfast, let's eat"He said huskily and she smiled,her happiness overflowing. He got to the dining room and dropped her on the table, his hand on her hips while hers around his neck. "Aren't you the best hubby in the

As I climbed out of the truck, I was already seething and heard a woman gasp. My head quickly turned in her direction and narrowed my eyes. The wheels on the woman’s cart turned to stone making her stumble into it and fall back. I could feel Ivan’s apprehension and the urge to go home bubbling inside. I’m not having it. These people are not going to make my mate feel like a pariah. “Let’s go inside. Tonight, I’m making you one of my Mama’s specialties, ribollita. It will make for a perfect first meal as a mated couple.” I smiled up at him and squeezed his hand.