La Mejor Esposa Del Mundo Novels & Stories

“Besides, after being married for a month, one thing is certain: you will be the worst wife the world has ever witnessed.“ “Don’t worry about that. I will devote my life to your happiness. Anything for you, Gav. Just say the word, honey, and I will cross an ocean for you.” “Really?” I looked at her. “I don’t think you will.” “Try me,” “Okay, call the press and tell them when you were in a relationship with the rich businessman, which was me, you slept with his best friend and still are, yet you don’t think that is wrong.” My eyes roamed from Dean to Celine. While Dean was standing, lowering his head, Celine was gazing at me with fire in her eyes.

It's a silent rule cause I don't want them to feel awkward having fans. 'What are you saying? I would love to help, especially if it's a fan of mine. It's like giving back to you for all the support and inspiration you gave me.' what's with this heartfelt statement? I keep my heart beating faster and make myself comfortable at his back. He smelled so good. He opened the door to his apartment. "I'm back." All the conversation started in Hangul but I understand it anyway. "Oh honey, welcome back. Who's that?" I finally see his mystery wife. He never discloses her to the public. She was so pretty in her straight black hair. She probably also just came back from the kitchen with the apron she wa

Alex's laptop was still sitting on the dresser, and for the first time in five years of marriage, I decided to look. No password. He had never bothered to hide anything from me because he thought I was too stupid and trusting to ever check. His email was open, and right there at the top was a message from Sarah from yesterday morning: "My darling Alex, I can't wait for tonight! Finally telling that pathetic woman the truth so we can start our real life together. I've been waiting so long for this moment. The wedding planner called - she can fit us in next month if we want. I know it's fast, but I can't wait another day to be your wife. Your REAL wife this time. I love you more than that sad

They said their vows, said they’d be together for richer and for poorer, for better for worse but it’s all nonsense, at least that’s what Bella thinks. She has tried to give herself the pleasure she deserves by touching himself, using her numerous toys that she buys whenever she has a chance but none of them does it for her the way she wants. She knows it’d be so much better to have another person, touching her and making her feel good and that’s exactly what she desires but her husband—the man is just a no no. He’s a lost cause

“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.”

they asked him. " Maybe she was busy or late," he said while sipping his wine. "Why don't you find a girl here," said one of his investors, Mr. Lopez. He shook his head. "Actually, Mr. Monte Cristo is married." People looked at his hand. "Oh! That's why! So, where's your wife?" asked another. "She's in the Philippines," he said. "Why don't you enjoy here, pick a woman. Your wife is not here, she'll never know. You only live once!"

Is this a joke to her? Adrian's business is on the verge of collapsing with such rumours and she sits with no emotions and human sympathy. “I would do none of that. You have two weeks to come back to the Club or the world would know the sad reality of a wife married to the Cuban's family. Don't act surprised. I made some research and found out you are married to Adrian Cuban. You're lucky the most luckiest stripper I've come across but…” Her lips push forward to my eardrum without me moving an inch and a body reaction.

She greeted her with a smile, a simple gesture that could bring a man down. "Buenos dias mi querida esposa. (Good morning, my dear wife.)" He replied as he pecked a kiss on her cheeks. The la sirvienta watched them having their first breakfast as newlyweds. They are the couple that everyone would admire. It is not easy to marry someone of Spanish descent if you are pure blooded Filipino. Luckily, Leticia is a mestiza and her beauty could not be written in any dictionary because the meaning is beyond words and letter, her beauty possesses a spell that can bewith and capture such a gentleman.

“If you want to get to me, you're going to have to do better than spreading stupid gossip. Not everyone is as stupid as you to believe it.” “Just because you're married doesn't mean you're better than the rest of us. You're just like the rest of us because all men are the same. They'll just break your heart. Reagen isn't any different.” I stood up from the bed and went to meet with her. “You are angry. You're also jealous that I'm married and you're not. Is that the reason why you have been trying to seduce him?” Of course, she didn't think I would know and Valfred didn't have to tell me anything either. It was obvious from the way she looked at him that she was interested in him and he was

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w