La Esposa Perfecta Novels & Stories

"We both the truth. You were a convenient distraction to Alan. You know he never loved you. He married you because of Mom so that he could get his inheritance." Elena's voice rose, "Oh really? You know, I think you should go find yourself a man than meddling in other people's marriage affairs. You can't stay away from Alan because you can't make it on your own." Leah's voice dripped with venom, "At least I'm not a barren, useless wife like you." Elena's hand rose and fell in rapid succession, her palms striking Leah's cheek with a loud crack, once, twice three times leaving Leah's face red and stinging.

We are created to love and be loved, and I believe we can all agree that love is the most fantastic and indescribable emotion known to mankind. Isla was the happiest woman when she married Zero Cohen a few years ago. Zero is a caring, loving, and thoughtful husband. But was he said before was true. He isn’t perfect. They have a happy married life, but it’s not always rainbows and happiness. They argue. They fight. They have misunderstandings. But Zero’s always ensured they won’t sleep until they made up. Zero isn’t perfect, but he always tries to be one. He was the kind of husband that every woman’s dreamed of. And she was lucky to be his wife.

"We have had so many people reach out to us regarding who this mysterious woman is who has taken that man -" She looks over to him lustfully as she eyes him up and down before looking back at me "- off the market. And still stayed in such a happy marriage. Tell us, what's your secret to such a happy marriage?" I felt my body tense and my heartbeat ring through my ears, my smile was plastered on my face so you couldn't see the breakages within me. The first question was already too much, I wanted to run and run fast. I looked over to Chase who had an evil look in his eye and I knew I had to do what he said. "Well, I mean no marriage is perfect right? And we don't strive for perfection. We str

Alpha Dennis barged into his bedroom feeling very furious and devastated after having yet another failed session with Bret, causing his wife, Luna Cara was seated on a chair in front of her dressing mirror to stand up on her feet immediately startled by her husband. “What is it?” Cara asked taking a few steps closer to Dennis even though she could already sense his reason for being so furious.

Taken aback by his wife’s action, Mark swallowed hard and looked at the woman- who was on top of him and was sleeping peacefully like a cat. “Seriously, what am I going to do with you,” Mark grasped his hair and helplessly gazed at his wife. “How can I try to kill my desire when you’re the one who’s always tempting me with your looks.” Angelo snuggled and sniffed the beauty under him, smelling that the beauty down below him smells like mint and orange blossom- which he loved. Angelo slowly inhaled the fragrance that the beauty had.

“My mother seemed to have missed you, but I have a wife now. My door is open, get out while I am asking nicely.” Sofia sighed, adding, “I saw your wife through the pictures your mother sent to me. You like that type of woman, no class, and no background?” Dalvin scowled at her. “So, you’re slandering my wife when you have just returned? I don’t want to be involved with you so get out.”

Fucking great! I scanned around, looking for one particular person—my wife. When I did finally locate her, she had her eyes fixed directly on me. I walked up to her, probably anticipating what I had to say about marriage because Lola and I know nothing about it. "Marriage isn’t for two perfect people; it’s for two imperfect people who walk hand in hand through the good times and the bad on their way to becoming perfect together. Through the process of marriage, we converge toward a common goal of perfection. I was probably around 16 years old when I first met my wife, and she was probably around 9 years old at the time. When she approached me, I saw her as this annoying girl who had just mov

When I walked out of the funeral home, the Perfect Wife app my boyfriend, Ryan Keller, developed popped up with its 99th penalty notification. [Perfect Wife Score: -3. Reason: Too many calls.] I opened the app. Three years' worth of deductions filled the screen. I lost a point for asking him to pick me up from work in the pouring rain. Apparently, that made me too dependent. Three more disappeared after a fight because I refused to admit I was wrong. According to the app, that made me dishonest. Then there were the ten points I lost because I once asked Mom to pretend she was sick for me. Apparently, that meant she had raised me badly. I scrolled through the list without feeling much o

I notice that the surveillance camera we bought when we got married keeps glitching. I casually open the accompanying video app while I request an on-site repair from customer service. I suddenly hear Edward Zucker, my husband who swore to love me for the rest of his life, wishing for my death. "Maddie treats me well and hasn't done anything wrong. She has lost her parents in the car accident, though, so she's of no use to me now." I then hear my seemingly gentle and kind in-laws, Victor Zucker and Mary Smith, thoughtfully toss out various suggestions. "You can just sneak something into her food since she's allergic to so many things. You can also claim she suffered from depression afte

At 11:00 AM, my husband, Silas Vexille, slowly drowned in our indoor thermal pool. At the time, I was having my usual morning tea with the other mafia wives in the estate's back garden. The pool room was directly above the garden, barely a dozen feet away. Originally, if I had gone back to the main house at 11:00 as usual, I would have had plenty of time to save him. But as fate would have it, Victoria Harrison insisted on inviting us over to her nearby home to see her new pink diamond. At 11:20 AM, my daughter April and I pushed open the doors to the pool room. By then, Silas was already gone. At the lavish funeral, I was devastated, fainting several times. The mourners murmured in sympathy