La Mejor Esposa Del Mundo Novels & Stories

I could never explain how much I have waited for this, dreamed of this moment. I will have the honor of calling my wife, my wife, the most beautiful of all women; Leticia. She is sweet, beautiful, and delicate. She loves me with the same intensity that I love her. The greatest proof of this is that she accepted to marry me, accepted to share her life with me until the end. She took my dream, which I told her so many times, made it her own and said that she would make every one of them come true, not only the one we are living now. I wonder if there is a more perfect woman than this. I am indeed a lucky man to have her in my life as a bride until now, but from now on as my wife, Mrs. Salvator

Who thought I'd be an Alpha one day, something, no woman has ever attended. "What do you love about me, I know I wasn't someone that deserved love. I was a mafia." "You know one special thing I love about you?" "No," he shakes his head. "You want the success of your wife, so many men fail when it comes to this. They want to be the only one shining while their wives and Lunas are home, serving them. They need total submission and in the course of this, cause their wives to lose their voices and do only what they want for her. You aren't like that and because of this, I think you would make the World's Best Husband."

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

But even that memory paled in comparison with the mysterious redhead who had walked into my life like a dream and vanished like morning mist. It has been one night of genuine pleasure in the dark. She had made me feel things... Love perhaps? But love seemed too foolish a word for a man like me. That woman, she had taken my heart and left me nothing. The intercom rang again and I unconsciously brought it to my ears without thinking. "Mr. Delacroix?" My assistant's voice interuppted, bringing me back to the present. "Your wife is on line one. Shall I put her on?"

"Miss Sasha, forgive me for lying to you for the first time, but I did all this for you." ***San Diego Province Building A008 came from Adam's voice. "Smack!" "Slut, I said that Imelda's illness is getting worse and worse; it turns out that you are the ghost behind your back!" "I'm just such a son, how dare you? How dare you! A middle-aged woman with yellow hair was knocked to the ground, covering half of her face and covered in bruises. This woman is none other than Adam's wife Ivy. Some time ago, Adam's son Imelda suddenly fell ill.

Someone even grabbed my handlebars and shouted, "Mr. Quinn! Ms. Pearce waited six whole years for you. Isn't your reaction a bit cold? Are you rushing off because you feel guilty facing the ex-wife who paid off all your debts?" "Enough!" Shirley stepped forward, her eyes turning teary as she looked at me with that devoted expression, her voice trembling. "Marcus, I came to take you home." My knuckles turned white gripping the handlebars, veins bulging on the back of my hand. The other delivery drivers around us had all stopped working, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes full of envy and jealousy. "Marcus is always so quiet, but his ex-wife is actually that loaded." "She's not just an

"What we have is different." "Is it?" I looked at him, seeing him clearly for the first time. "Or am I just another challenge? Another married woman you can add to your collection?" "Camille…" "Get out." My voice shook with rage and humiliation. "Both of you. I don't want to see either of you right now." Adriana smiled, satisfied. She'd gotten exactly what she came for.m. "This isn't over," she said to Kieran, then turned that cold smile on me. "He'll get bored of you soon enough. He always does."

the celebrant said, and the words stretched, expanded, filled the church like music, "husband and wife." Husband and wife. Not CEO and merger asset. Not heir and diplomatic accessory. Not Adam Ballard, the prodigal son, performing his dynastic duty. Husband. Her husband. "You may kiss the bride." I leaned in. She leaned in. And the world contracted to a single point of contact — her lips against mine, warm and soft and tasting faintly of something sweet, maybe champagne, maybe just her — and in that single point of contact, I felt the entire universe rearrange itself into an order that made sense for the first time since I was twenty-one years old and standing in an alley, watching a girl wi

Let's get this ordeal over with already. "Hello, I'm Ksenija Lukich, and tonight, E! News Australia has journeyed all the way to beautiful Hayman Island, where we'll be interviewing an intriguing group of individuals. Without further ado, allow me to introduce our esteemed guests for the evening." Ksenija pauses briefly for applause from the audience. "Since last year, she has held the title of the world's highest-paid supermodel. With her beauty, intelligence, and grace, it's no surprise she's set to marry a man who needs no introduction beyond his name. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the radiant bride-to-be and her future husband, Vivien Powers and Max Blackwell!"