Novel & Cerita La Esposa Perfecta

A woman with no real last name, married to a man with no existent heart. Perfect for each other, in all the wrong ways.

Isla gasped with her eyes wide and frantic, “No way. Our offences are different. I just made a small mistake but you didn't invite me to your wedding, that's a one time thing.” Ann hummed, pretending to give it some thought. “Fine, you're right, but I already apologized.” Isla puffed with an eye roll. “Before we begin speaking about all the bad things regarding your husband, can we please discuss how sexy and good looking he is?” Isla rose to her feet with a wide smile on her face and a faraway look on her face. “You are so lucky. He is so hot, did you see that perfect jawline and that broad chest, it would make the perfect resting place for my head. Oh my God, he's like a living definition

“Yes, I can, but can’t you understand that your bubble suffocated me? I wanted so desperately to make you proud, to be the perfect wife, to hold my own beside you, to give you the beautiful mini Moore we both wanted—and I did want them too, I really did, but I needed to find my self-respect first. I never found it with you because the pressure of living up to the perfection of your life was just too much.’ The walls of the surrounding buildings seemed to close in on her, crowding her, squeezing her, like creatures from the horror film her fairy-tale marriage had turned into. She gazed at him, feeling an almost unbearable sadness loom down on her. He looked haggard, as if he’d been told his e

What sort of life is this? They are two egoistical couple that can set the whole castle on fire, not exaggerated. "Yes, I think he put some inside but on the contrary, he stoop to our level which makes him not so perfect and innocent." Her reaction immediately yawed to that of triumph surprising Adam all over again. She hits him whenever he don't expect it and render her speechless. "And you don't want him to be perfect why?" The woman is complicated, the more he tried to unravel her the more she open more layers of herself.

“Stop testing me, Handsome Boy. You'll see when I officially become your stepmother. I guarantee you will like me more than your biological mother." While Kara gaped behind Isabela's back, Frank laughed dryly. "You're so confident." “Hubby, have you forgotten who your future wife is? I'm Isabela Hall, the dream girl of every man on earth. They call me perfect. I'm beautiful, rich, and talented. There's nothing I can't do.” Kara silently looked down with her mouth twitching. The more she got to know the model, the more she understood why Frank chose herself.

71 "There's no reason for me to leave you, Darling." Carlos pinched Chelsea's chin. "All the perfection of a woman is in you, so there's no reason for me to waste the perfection of a wife like you. Moreover..." Carlos knelt in front of Chelsea and pressed his ear to her belly. "Soon, we'll be parents. How perfect is this happiness for me." "Of course. Because you're a good man, patient, and you know how to treat a wife."

Shouting on top of their voices. I stepped into the camera of the TV show, and with my perfectly practiced smile on my lips. They were expecting to see a perfect woman for a show like this, and a perfect woman they would see. "Please, Mrs Spears, greet the people watching you from home." I was told. "Hello, everyone watching from home, it's me again, Riley Spears, the living example of a perfect wife for a perfect husband." The presenters smiled and clapped. "Today, I've come with another one of the packaged tips on how to be a perfect wife for your husband, the type of wife that would get your husbands locked in your embrace all day long."

Susan said immediately she left. "I also guess I will have to go on with my plan by seducing him." I said. "Go for it girl" Susan hyped as I just rolled my eyes. I went to meet my so called husband as I stood beside him and gave him the most wonderful smile ever. I exchanged greetings with some of his friends and business partners. *FEW HOURS LATER* "I'm fucking married just like that." I muttered to myself as I walked behind Jayden. I couldn't stop but to admire his masculine back, I wish I could feel it.

“Well that was back then, things are different now, you are going to be spending the night with me because you are my wife and not my mistress and certainly not slut who I picked up from the street and brought to my home” “I don't care what you say, I am not spending the night with you in your bedroom, once we get back to the city, I am only putting up with this because of your family and because I had to keep up the act of a perfect wife when your grandmother is around otherwise I wouldn't even consider sleeping next to you, I have no intention of making love with you let alone playing the real wife once we are back to Mexico City” “Do you really think that you have any say in this? I wasn'

"Yes, Dynasty?" "Thank you for being a perfect gentleman," she said gently, easing his wrist. Victor smiles, knowing that he wishes she would just take hold of his hand, but she lets go, so they continue to walk along while he has to wait on her for affection, as it's postponed once it's. “This place is perfect for a honeymoon. The air is so pure, unadulterated bliss,” Dynasty said as she stood a second before sinking down to sit in the sand. "Something about the 'Ky looks perfect here on this island," Victor uttered. He looked at her; she was a beauty sitting next to him.