Jojo Brim Wife Novels & Stories

I gave a deliberate cough, loud enough to shake a building. Damien nudged her gently aside and reached for my hand. “Brandy, this is Kim—my wife.” That did it. I could see the moment her pupils contracted. Brandy’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second, but she recovered like a pro. “Oh,” she said, blinking at me. “Wife?” I gave her my best ‘nice-to-meet-you-but-not-really’ smile. “Yes. His wife.” She extended a hand. “Brandy Dupont. Damien and I… go way back.”

"My sister-in-law runs a billion-dollar empire. A tramp like you could never." She released her grip, her gaze sliding downward, her fingers following. "You love seducing people so much? Then I'll let everyone watching get a good, long look!" She ripped open my dress. Bare skin was instantly exposed, and the livestream erupted. *Yes! Now that's how a wife deals with a mistress!* *Get her! Homewreckers deserve exactly this!* *If you ask me, this is still too lenient. Back in the old days, they'd have drowned her for this.*

left doubts and questions in my mind. Why the sudden 'sister'? Was she trying to reveal something? I carefully walked down the stairs in my revealing dress, my boobs bouncing. Jayden loved red, revealing dresses on his lover. “Your wife,” Brooke said, raising his brow at me. “Your wife as how?” I asked, stunned, frozen in my tracks. Why did he call me his brother’s wife? Jayden drew my waist close and placed a kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes for a few seconds—I was timid.

said Clarita to Byan, who was playing with Yara and Yandra. Byan turned to look at his wife's beautiful face. "Don't thank me, dear; this is my job. I hope everything goes smoothly. I really love you." Clarita blushed, nodded, and hid her head in the crook of Byan's neck. "Um, Miss Clarita, sorry, can we talk together?" asked Bram, who suddenly appeared in front of her. "Hey Bram, what's wrong?" Clarita asked, confused. Bram seemed hesitant to convey what was in his heart. “You guys just chat first. Maybe there is something important that Bram wants to convey." Clarita nodded in compliance with her husband's words.

"What? Why are you calling me a psycho as soon as she appeared?" Brianna screeched. "Jason Grant! I am your wife! We are the ones who should be family. "Open your eyes wide and see her for the scheming woman that she is! She's going to ruin the whole family. You're only going to be destroyed if you believe her!" My scalp was throbbing with pain. I struggled for a while. Then, I grabbed the chance to time my fall backward, landing heavily on top of Brianna.

Everything made him angry, more especially seeing his wife, Danielle. "Why did you call me here? What if someone sees us? Where is your wife?" Brianna asked as soon as she pulled away, the panicked look in her eyes making Javier rethink his decision. "Javier, we spoke about this; we can't be seen together." She said in her deep voice. Javier sighed and threw his head back in frustration. "I know." He breathed. "I know and I'm sorry." He looked at her with sad eyes. "I love you, Bree." He said and pulled her into another tight hug.

“I beg your pardon?” Vadim’s smile deepened slightly, as though amused by her reaction. “My son—your husband—a man so busy he couldn’t even bid you farewell on the first day of his marriage. As his father, I must apologize on his behalf. Clearly, I failed to raise him properly.”

“I feel like I'm about to interrupt something.” I looked towards the door and Mario stood there with a smile. Mario has been like a brother to me, he's been supportive since I came to Los Angeles. He's like a brother, a nanny and a mother, he treats me so well that when I gave birth to Jayden everyone thought he was my husband.

And then right beside him was Lisa with a dumbfounded expression on her face. They had obviously finished their show and were now watching Brad ravage Kathy from behind, her loud cries of joy filling the room just like Brad was forced to hear from his own wife getting fucked. Except instead of jealousy, Jim was actively cheering his wife on. “Yeah, baby! Take that dick! Fuck her hard, Brad!”

Sebastian Vance stared at the flickering television screen, entranced by the image of Luna, his former wife, beaming with a fire that had long been extinguished in their shared life. The news anchor spoke of her recent success, a tribute to her resilience that only fueled the dark remnants of his obsession. He could feel the familiar burn in his chest of anger, jealousy, and an insatiable hunger to reclaim the control he once had.