La Esposa Perfecta Novels & Stories

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."

Was there anyone as perfect as he had described that beautiful woman, it was all a lie. Spencer ignored him. "Before the family complained so much, then they accepted her so meekly, they had imagined they would marry." Spencer was silent before continuing to speak, watching him grumble was his greatest delight, he was amazed at how much that woman changed. "You had to see how delusional he was with Eileen before his marriage to you. There was no one else in his eyes" he exaggerated wildly. "So you do know how to talk" Alisha was infuriated by that devout way of speaking from that beautiful woman, she knew it, earlier at the party she was very nice to her. It might not all be made up.

In public, she projects an angelic image, but in the past two months, she has been a nightmare to work with. Throughout my three years as a wedding planner, Amanda has proven to be the most demanding client I've encountered. She meticulously dictates every detail, prolonging decisions that should have been swift. It took her an entire month to settle on a motif, despite our expedited timeline. Despite her challenging personality, I can't deny her stunning beauty. With her cascading black hair, soulful blue eyes, and porcelain skin, she could make any wedding dress look breathtaking. I sigh, pondering life's inequalities—some effortlessly enjoy the best while others face constant struggles. D

The man all the girls in the merchant's family want to marry. "Marry him, help him, Kylie. Give him an heir, be a good wife, so that our family can be protected forever," my father whispered in my ear on our wedding day. Afrer I got married, I did everything my father asked me to do. I became the Mrs. Adams that everyone admired and imitated. I provide my husband with emotional support and business advice, help him socialize in high society, and deal with secret and tricky issues. I can assure you that, apart from not being pregnant, I am doing better than any other lady in high society.

The first day she spoke about you, I was wondering who could have captivated my wife's heart but seeing you today, I realize one can be captivated by how beautiful you are', Collins said laughing, which got both Ellie and Natalia laughing too. 'Thank you for the compliment, sir', Ellie said, smiling. 'Even your smile is captivating', Collins said laughing, trying to make the environment as lively as possible. 'Don't mind my husband, he jokes a lot and which is the reason I fell in love with him', Natalia said, laughing. 'Are you such it was because of my joke or because of my handsomeness?', Collins said, touching his face, which got both Ellie and Natalia laughing. This scene was witnessed

To my surprise, Max says, “Leave her alone. Elanor isn’t here for you to harass her.” The woman on his lap is quick to chime in, “You should have higher standards, Brandon. Look at her. She is letting herself go now that she is married.” The woman snaps her finger, “Hey, poor girl. You girl, Max’s wife, pay attention.” I look over at her. “Would you like me to make a diet plan for you? I’m a model, so I know what it takes to stay fit. You should really think about losing some weight. When Maxwell can finally free himself from you, it will be time for you to latch onto another rich man. If you look like you do now, you won’t find one.” In a calm voice, I reply, “Thank you for your advice, but