La Mejor Esposa Del Mundo Novels & Stories

Her eyes were glued to the television, watching the news streaming; she sat up immediately and realized what the news was all about. ~ The most elaborate wedding ever. Christian weds Marissa, His best friend ~ Clarisse blinked her eyes continuously and stared deeply, hoping that she was dreaming, but she was not. In the news is her husband, Christian, wedding a gorgeous woman who is alleged to be his best friend, and he looks so happy; he has a broad smile on his face, and they look so beautiful together. " No, no, this can't be happening. This is not true", she shook her head in disapproval. Her heart sank and she could feel her world crumbling. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, shaking her

she cuts herself crying. He said something so low that I couldn't hear. Did he like me? What if I do? I don't think that was what he meant. Everything was already complicated as it was. "This is not over Xavier, we would be together before you know it," she said as I heard the stamping of heels coming to the door. I quickly hid. The door flung open revealing a very beautiful lady. She looked like a goddess. Making me doubt Xavier would ever choose me over her.

It was evident that no one held much regard for Preston’s ugly-looking wife. So, his name was Leon. Luna repressed her excitement as she subtly observed him. He was indeed a striking and talented individual. His high-bridged nose and eyes, filled with an intense undercurrent, gave him a captivating aura. His expression was stoic and resolute, reminiscent of a lone wolf concealed in the shadows, distant and inaccessible. Luna couldn’t help but sigh. Among the three grandsons of Claudia, Leon was merely engaged, yet it was the second grandson, Preston, who was married first.

"That means, Mason, that your dear ex-wife is now my official wife. She's convinced it's the best thing for us, and guess what, we have a strong, happy marriage. Doesn't it make you envious? Mason, fury seething within him, gritted his teeth as he asked, "What did you do to get him to marry you?" Roberto replied with an air of triumph: "I didn't force her, in fact, she was the one who sought me out minutes after seeing you on a celebrity show, enjoying an evening with a prominent woman. By the way, I envy you, what a beautiful woman! Roberto's response detonated a sharp punch from Mason in his face, setting off an epic battle between the two men. The blows followed one another with the feroc

Irina snapped, flashing a trembling hand at her face, “I am so happy you have fallen to your rock bottom. Do you hear me?! Because you disgust me! And in a matter of days to weeks, everything will be clear, and you will be nothing to me!” “Oh really?” Isla purred, tilting her head like a predator circling prey, “You think you can abandon me now?” “Yes,” Irina hissed, “Watch me.” “No, mother. You can’t,” Isla smiled tauntingly. “Try me.” And suddenly, Isla leaned close, as her voice dipped so low like a formidable sound that shouldn't be heard, “Because…” Her lips curved in triumph, “…I know where your real husband is.”

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

We hadn’t taken three steps when she appeared. Tall, Beautiful. Impeccably dressed. Rita Sterling. She stopped directly in front of us, her gaze flicking to my hand on Adrian’s arm like it offended her. “Adrian,” she said smoothly. “You didn’t tell me you were married.” “You didn’t ask,” he replied. His voice as cold as ice. Her eyes slid to me, sharp and assessing. “And you are…?” I smiled. Not polite. Not nervous. “His wife.”

He looked back at Diego, “Honestly, I’m surprised she hasn’t burned your house down yet.” A few reporters tried to hold their laughter. Diego’s gaze didn’t shift. He just smirked, “You do know I have more than you can count in your lifetime.” “She can burn as many mansions she wants,” Diego softly gazed at Esperenza and smiled. “Her husband loves her more than anything else in this world.” A smile came on Esperenza’s face. She held Diego’s arm gently and gazed at Carlos. “Only good husband knows the worth of their wives,” She smiled at Diego and then took her gaze to Juliana, “Am I right Juliana?”

I thought it had just been my own wishful, but maybe it wasn't. When he rejected me, I thought that was it for us. I was certain I'd never have another chance, and I'd have to watch him have his happily ever after with my sister. I never thought that'd only be the start of our story. Richard: do you know what the best thing is about your wife being a superwoman? Elena:... working out together? Richard: Last night's workout definitely was intense... Richard: But no, that's not the best part. It's all the pictures of you in lingerie that I don't even have to sneakily take.