Italian Wife Beater の小説・ストーリー

"Who the hell are you? Everyone knows Miss Sylvia LePenn owns Belgard. I've worked here for decades. I know exactly who I serve, and it's not you." The woman glared at me. "So you are a con artist. You're here to sabotage our meet-and-greet, aren't you?" she shrieked. "I can see it in your eyes. You're jealous of Jaxie. You want to hurt him." The fans behind her surged forward and swallowed her in the crowd. As she disappeared, I caught a glimpse of the nameplate pinned to her chest: Melanie. I ignored the mob and fixed my gaze on William and his shifty eyes.

She hit her every-time she whimpered "That would teach you not to double cross me! Do you think you darling husband is a saint? Come on tell me!" She says angrily but the woman wouldn't talk as she held unto her face and sobbed loudly "Did you know your darling innocent husband killed a woman, Ripped a young lady off her dreams because of his selfishness and stupidity? Did you know all of these about your husband? If I am a demon then your husband is just as evil as I am!" She says and hits the woman again, Sighing she walked away and faced Donatello whose cries wouldn't stop on seeing his wife being beaten up

"You think a marriage certificate to a nobody like you means anything to me? If you're smart, you’d divorce her before I have to get rid of you.” "That sounded like a threat,” I said, my voice low and menacing. "Consider this a warning. Leave my wife alone if you know what’s good for you." A furious roar erupted from the phone, a string of Italian curses that would make a sailor blush. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" he bellowed. "Some two-bit hoodlum trying to carve out a niche in the cracks? I am Lorenzo Bianchi, Don Napoli, and you will show me some respect, or you’ll regret it!"

The messy hair and always neat beard completed the familiar face, I saw the guilt in his eyes. “Beatrice! - He whispered - That son of a bitch is going to die! Why didn't you say anything? "What could you say, brother?" Stefano is my husband, son of Don Sartori. It's not like he's punished for using his whore. “ Cazzo! You're his fucking wife!” – he exasperated, lowering his voice right after and looking at the door. Even if the family rules were clear about respect, fidelity and not hurting wives Stefano was not just anyone, under his skin, there was a true demon. What could a single woman claim that an entire council made up of men wouldn't see my status as a simple upbringing?

As Lorenzo swung back to her again, Phoebe threw back her slim shoulders and lifted her chin. “You can't talk to me like you just did, Lorenzo.” “You’re my wife… I can talk to you how the hell I want,” Lorenzo countered with dangerous quietness, his tone trickling down Phoebe's rigid spine. “You've got a lot to learn about Italian men!”

I know I strike a nerve when I see his jaw clench and flex tightly. “I always knew there was a fire beneath the shy, clueless girl I raised,” Angelo flexes. “That’s how you became the wife of Rino Garcia, betrayed him, and still stand here breathing—alive, unarmed—is that not?” Angelo chuckles. “The lessons and beatings definitely did work, then,” he strikes.

And when Vittoria is back in my arms, only then will I let myself be Nikolai again, because without Vittoria here with me, I am only Don Niko De Luca. Vittoria De Luca, My wife, the woman I love, the one who owns every part of me, she is trusting me right now, I won't let her down.

"I'm so lucky to have you doll. Your my life you know? That's what la mia vita means And without you I wouldn't be able to survive. I know it sounds cliché and I'm being silly but I wouldnt be able to live without seeing your smile Your beautiful face every time I wake up Your messy buns Your red hair Your cute blush and your fiesty attitude. I want to wake up to your face every single morning of my life. I am so happy you're mine" He smiled down at me and I could see a pool of emotions in his eyes. Love he had just for me His doll. I cuddled closer to him taking in his scent as he wrapped his hands around my naked body Being the Mafia Don's wife has been the best thing to ever happen to me.

The supervisors definitely didn't like such a meaningless commotion. "That crazy woman should be taught a lesson Hazel! I really hate seeing her pretentious behavior, and her friends also! It's as if they’re members of the Reagan family! Even though they're both servants!" Lizzy was already fuming. She had a sweet face, but her personality was more prone to anger. "Enough, your energy is not worth spending on someone like that." "Tsk. Alright, alright. I'll keep quiet this time." Bella really disliked Hazel because she was jealous of everything about Hazel. A beautiful appearance, many abilities, and many people paying attention to Hazel were the source of why she hated Hazel even though the

(Your wife is really good). I just glared at him. Yes she is really good until the Italian ghost comes out of her. I don't think Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat would ever need an enemy to be killed. His wife and her Hindi is enough for it. I would not deny her effort to speak that foreign language but she sounds really cute when she speaks broken Hindi. But the moment she speaks English, her voice becomes sexier. Indeed my wife is too sexy to be left alone. Being a 7 years younger girl she still has every fucking strings to pull me madly towards her. I took her out on the beach at night. I wasn't sure about the morning. Last time when I saw her beach photos I was more than shocked. I would never al