La Esposa Perfecta Novels & Stories

"You are perfect! Everyone says you are perfect wife, perfect daughter-in-law, perfect woman... but to me... you are just PERFECTLY BORING! You never make mistakes, you never speak loudly, you never disagree, you never show anger or temper... you are like a programmed robot doing everything exactly how people expected you to do! There is absolutely nothing exciting, special, or surprising about you anymore! Everything is always predictable and safe! How do you expect me to be attracted or interested in you forever when you are like this?" "So being perfect and good to you is actually my mistake?" I whispered in shock and disbelief, feeling like every word he said was tearing my soul apart pi

he simply said wanting to keep a distance from the lady and dimple knew that "Okay then...tell me now that you are married...do you hate me that much?"she sat down looking at the most handsome man she knew, Emiliano was perfect every woman went crazy whenever he was around even she loved him and always stayed by his side and hope he would make her his wife but unexpectedly, he married some woman who wasn't as pretty as her

she insisted before turning her back on us. I didn't have any choice but to go back to my seat. I wanted to protest when Adam suddenly stood up and went to a beautiful woman who was drinking alone at the bar. I crossed my arms on my chest when we were finally alone. We were both silent and no one dares to break the silence. I'm still mad at him for giving his calling card to that woman. How can he shamelessly flirt with another woman while his wife is just around the corner? Seriously Tonia? Wife? Really?

His cock slid deeper with the shift, drawing a broken gasp from both of them. He groaned low, forehead pressed to the nape of her neck. "Fuck," he breathed. His hand splayed over her lower belly, protective, reverent, possessive. Maria trembled, overwhelmed, her hand flying down to cover his, threading their fingers together over the soft swell of her stomach. "Mi esposa perfecta... madre de mi hijo..." (My perfect wife… mother of my child…) Maria turned blindly, seeking him, and he caught her mouth in a desperate, messy kiss, tongue sliding against hers, filthy and sweet.

I remind her and she lets out a sigh. “And I would love to hear my wife’s angelic voice,” I add while she shakes her head. “You don’t even know if can sing.” “My wife is perfect in everything she does,” I declare and plant a kiss on her forehead. “Fine, I will return to the choir. Happy?” she concedes and I am thrilled. I love this woman. “Very.” We are heading towards the exit when I give Leah a thumbs up and hear cheers behind us. They really love and value my wife here. I need to come up with ideas on how we can remain here when my poor guy is blown.

They are bunch of vile animals trying to take everything from my family. I was forced to marry Antonella and then we were forced to have a daughter together. Her father has been on our case for a son, but Antonella and I both shot that down. Plus she has that weird affair with her business partner. I check out what the people are saying online. God it isn’t good. ‘So called perfect couple and the husband couldn’t even be bothered to visit his wife in hospital...’ ‘Maybe he’s taking care of their daughter?’ ‘Oh taking care of their daughter? Then where are her parents? Or his? Can’t they take care of their daughter so he can see his daughter?’

"You're so beautiful it hurts to look at you sometimes." "Ummm, thank you?" I roll my eyes, noticing a slight smirk on his face. "Wow. Even as your husband, you never fail to turn down my charm." "Ah, but see," I tease, "with you being my husband, that gives me an even greater right to mess with you. I mean, how else would this union work?" He rests his forehead on mine. "It's perfect," he states, looking into my eyes, thumb on my chin. "As long as you're by my side, everything is perfect. I love you, Isabella Vega Blackwell, fuck, I love you so much."

If he wasn't made for her, then who on the fucking planet was? Her cardigan was swiftly tossed aside in less than a second, her white tanktop pulled over her head to reveal her succulent breasts. Russell licked his lips at the sight of them, his cock hardening. Fuck, this woman was perfect. Russell thought he'd met the perfect woman six years ago at a one-night stand, but he couldn't have been more wrong. She was nothing compared to Nadia... Russell couldn't complain about a single inch of his contract wife. She was fucking perfection. Out of breath, Nadia battled for more of his lips, as if they were her lifeline, chasing after them like they were the fucking oxygen she so desperately crave

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

But as always, it was Camilla who caught his attention, whom he fell in love with. She tried to live by it, the quenching heart every time she sees them being all lovey dovey, the aches she felt in her chest when they eventually got married and had Eloise. Dayse also got married, but she never had luck, while Camila was having a blissful marriage with the love of her life. She, on the other hand, was barely getting attention from her cheating husband who divorced her to go be with his mistress. Dayse clenched her fist as she remembered, ‘ She always has it all. Perfect family, perfect marriage, perfect love ‘