La Esposa Perfecta Novels & Stories

"Papi!" I look at Marisol, who is holding onto the edge of the coffee table, and then lets go, walking slowly and balancing herself until she reaches me. I can't contain my emotion at seeing our daughter taking her first steps. Carlos looks at me with that beautiful smile that melts me, and I hold his hand contentedly. As for us, I can say with certainty that I'm happy with my husband. We haven't become the perfect couple, and our problems haven't disappeared like magic, but who said happiness is perfect? ***

The sweet cologne of his perfect wife caught up to his nose and it made him look to his side where she was standing, her eyes shining with delight as she looked at him. He cleared his throat and stared straight ahead. It was Selene O'Malley, his wife. Her face was perfect; her body was perfect. "I'll go in first," She said softly before walking in front of him to the door. Even her walking pose was perfect. And that perfection of hers was what was suffocating to him. Unlike the woman he had a one-night stand with the previous night, she felt fake. Chase knew comparing his wife to a woman he'd only met briefly was cruel but he couldn't help it. His wife was just too remarkable but she had no

“You know where that will get you, right?” “You and your psychotic cousins are going to keep me here forever? Marry me and then fuck me until I can’t walk?” I spit out venomously. Only if I hadn’t let him manipulate me into believing he was my…my what? A strange pain rippled through me as my subconscious scoffed at me. Right. He was never my anything. Nothing. His smile was the darkest. “No, topolìno. Well, yes to the last one. As tempting the thought is–we’ll need to return to Catalonia–and you will join us when we do, as our wife.”

And even months after that, I'm still intrigued by you. “I want you every single second, and more if nature would allow more than 24 hours a day. I want to wake up right next to you and be the last person I kiss goodbye. I want to raise a family with you, and marvel at the perfection we would birth. I want them to look and act like you, MI Corazon, because you are the definition of perfection. From now on, I'm never letting you go. I can't wait to call you Mrs. Rodriguez.”

“This is your new home, I hope you enjoy your marriage with my son.” That was his last words to me and he zoomed off. Now, I was standing inside Sebastian Mansion, very gigantic and fancy. I hear his voice as he asks the maid, “Who’s that, wearing a wedding dress and standing in my house?” He points at me, his voice sounding distant and cold. The maid takes a glance at me, her head still bowed low. I noticed as she trembled and was frightened to even speak. “Your wife, sir,” The maid responded, squeezing her eyes close like she was expecting a slap on her head. Instead, the said Sebastian Black walked over to me, his broad shoulder, towering over me like his whole aura was about to swallow m

She still couldn't understand why a man that perfect chose to marry her, when he could have easily gotten someone who could match his class. Alexander was labeled the number one most handsome and most successful man in the entire country. "Haa, I can imagine the shock on people's faces if they ever find out that I am his wife". She said to herself in the car. She had just entered the restaurant when she heard her name. "Ayla"? She turned, only to see Daniel. He rushed over and hugged her and just as she pushed him away, she heard her name again. "Ayla"?

It was completely flat with six abs. This was the first time that she could see her previous husband's muscular body. She could not listen to her heart beat pounded because its rate came up with the vision in front of her. She was admiring because his body was like masterfully carved. He was sexy and hot. Maybe, if Ronald had shown this to her before, there was no force required when he was loving her. She was enjoying the sight and she even wanted to put her hands inside his chest to find out how hard it is.

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

“I mean, we talked about a few things, and I think it won’t be difficult to get the information I need from him.” Carolina’s lips curled into a sly smile as she leaned slightly against the counter. “See? It wasn’t that bad. And I’m sure if you keep up the act, you’ll get your perfect revenge on your ex-husband.” Her words hung in the air, sharp and deliberate. My stomach churned, a mix of satisfaction and unease settling in.

A man with dark sexual fantasies. His wife, Selena Cole, was the perfect wife for him. She was beautiful, elegant, and always by his side. To the world, she was the billionaire’s jewel—soft-spoken, graceful, dressed in silk and diamonds. But behind closed doors, she was exactly what Adrian wanted her to be: obedient. A toy he could mold, train, and display however he pleased.