La Esposa Perfecta Novels & Stories

My body shuddered at the intrusion, but I didn't fight him off. I couldn't. He moved with a steady, controlled rhythm, unlike Riccardo's brutal pounding earlier. He f*cked me with the patience of a man who had all night. Like a man who knew he now owned me for the rest of my life. I stared at the ceiling, tears sliding sideways across my face. Don Salvatore's fingers chased those tears away with sharp precision, his voice full of tenderness. “I knew you were perfect the moment I first saw you,” he whispered. “You have proved yourself worthy of being my wife tonight. Welcome to the family, Isabella.”

"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.

My anger flared as I saw the other patrons looking at us in shock in the restaurant, as they heard Rowan publicly declare me as his wife. "Mr. Carson, why would you end my call like that? You promised to keep our marriage a secret because you have a true love. What right do you have to interfere in my own affairs?" I queried Rowan coldly, as I could not believe the partiality. He tells me that I am his wife on paper only and that I shouldn't broadcast that I am his wife—a trophy that any other woman would be proud to post and announce on her social media page. And yet, he snatched my phone and declined my potential suitor. Was that how I interfered with his relationship with Sage?

But I didn't move an inch, not when she was staring at me that way, with those deep hazel eyes that seemed to unravel every inch of me. The mole on her jaw. Her wide hips. Her small, yet cute, beautiful face. Everything about this woman, my wife, screams PERFECTION! ‘Stop telling me what to do!’ I hissed back. ‘Oh, you don't like it? Well that is exactly what you've been doing to me since I got you!’

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

Possessive to the core. Later, as the sun filters through the curtains, I carry her to the bathroom. She is light in my arms, fragile and strong at once. Under the shower, I wash her gently, my soapy hands exploring every curve – her breasts, her flat stomach, between her reddened thighs. She leans against me, still receptive, moaning softly when my fingers brush her sensitive clitoris. I make her come there, against the tile, just with my caresses and my words: "You are perfect, mia moglie. The most beautiful. Everything for me." She trembles in my arms, cries my name once more, and I hold her, euphoric. This marriage, this night, it's the beginning of a perfect life. She is mine, body and

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.”