Kisah Hot Suami Istri Novels & Stories

Everyone knew everyone, and any lie from him would spread like wildfire. “You wouldn't dare!” I gritted my teeth. An ugly laugh left his throat. “Of course, I won't… but that's only if you are a good girl, go in there, pick up your things and return home with me… There are multiple projects to work on, honey.” He smirked. Then he raised a finger in the air, cutting me off. “I'm not done talking. Think about having your little naughty videos out there! I guess that's not what you want… It's simple, Amila would make the babies, while you make the money… She's good at making beautiful babies like her… don't you see?”

Yusa, who had been walking with his back now stopped listening to every insult from that young man.. "If Sheila's family doesn't pay you, how can you eat?!... Don't be arrogant!!" "Ken, he is Sis Dinar's husband" Kenan looked at Yusa's back then sneered and Yusa's ears felt hot when he heard Kenan's next sentence. “Oh, that prostitute's husband... arrogant... turns out they are both shameless... husband and wife are very compatible... one is a gardener... the other is a cheap woman.

“How can you two be so heartless? Do you have no shame? Aren’t you afraid of karma—that all this pain you’re inflicting will one day come back for you?” Isabella merely rolled her eyes, tossing the whip away, annoyed with the old woman for taking away their fun. “Shut your damn mouth. You think karma gives a fuck about you? Don’t make me laugh. Let me spell this out for you, Maple—and make sure your little brat hears it loud and clear. If you so much as breathe wrong and piss off the Garrets, if you do anything that risks that marriage falling through, I swear to God, I’ll unleash a kind of hell on you both that you can’t even imagine. I’ll tear your lives apart piece by piece, and I’ll enjo

"That bitch Lily is dead. She died last year in that basement. By the end there wasn't a patch of healthy skin left on her body!" "I've got nothing. I can't even get hired to sweep streets -- nobody wants a man with a record." "Serena, for the sake of the seven years we had together, can't you forgive me?" "Just let me come back and I'll be your servant. I'll get on my knees every day and bring you tea!" I sat inside the warm, luxurious cabin. Through the dark, tinted privacy glass, I looked coldly at the most pathetic version of a man I had ever seen.

Lucas stayed mute and Claire concluded that she had scared him away with news of her pregnancy. Truthfully she preferred he walk away now, than stick around and hurt get later. "And the father?", he asked. "We just got divorced", Claire answered. When the silence between them lingered for too long, Claire started rambling, "I am not looking for a lover right now. I am have been through a very difficult marriage and right now I just want to have a healthy pregnancy. And most importantly I need a house, I need a place to build a home for my child. I don't want to go back to a hotel room".

Well any normal married woman in my shoes would be happy knowing that her husband was back home after his daily activities but not me. His mere name ignited fear in me and him being around caused me immeasurable pain and discomfort. I was married to the Business tycoon, Lucas Hilton. He was the CEO of "RED", a multimillion dollar wine company which had sales all around the world. Any woman would have loved to be known as the wife of Lucas Hilton. He commanded power, wealth and authority any where he went. But my marriage to this man was not the rainbows and roses that I pictured. He was initially engaged to Sabrina Riss, an interntional model star and it was a blissful relationship--atleast

I noticed she wasn’t even looking at my face she was looking straight at my abs, and I smirked. ‘You can stare all you want, I am your husband after all’ I said, and her face immediately became so red, and I chuckled quietly. She was so pretty when she blushed. ‘You wish’ she hissed and proceeded to leave the room, but I hadn’t explained the situation to her. ‘Wait’ I called her out, and she turned back at me. ‘I am sorry about the cafe, she kissed me, I was caught off guard, I used to date her’ I said rushing all I had to say.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but Sir Gabriel talks about you a lot. Actually, other employees here always says how sweet he is as your husband, and I understand him now, look how beautiful you are, ma'am!" Celina’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around her purse strap. “Excuse me?” she said, voice barely above a whisper. Marissa blinked, surprised by the reaction but quickly recovered. “You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!"

“Honey, wait! Where’s my good morning kiss?” The two of them flirted for a while. They sounded like a couple on their honeymoon. “I’m heading to the office. Take care of the baby at home.” As the car disappeared down the road, I took a deep breath. Just then, my phone buzzed. [Honey, save some room for dessert tonight. I’m bringing you your favorite strawberry shortcake.] [Okay.] I replied flatly and got up to wash up. When I opened the door, I heard Summer swearing in the kitchen, “Stupid deaf idiot, why didn’t you just die in that car accident?

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!