La Mejor Esposa Del Mundo Novels & Stories

I don't say anything and just quietly watch and listen to her. "Well things happened, the best thing ever. We fucked. You know how women are. No matter how straight they claim to be, They're always ready to lie with another woman. And when that shit happened with us. Not shit, it was one of the best thing ever that's ever happened to me, fucking Liam's knight wife. And the second best thing that happened to me was you telling me about your marriage being fake, oh my God, I thought I had a chance… I thought I was one step closer to making you completely mine! " she seethe like a lunatic… Is she crazy?

There are faces of Amar and Ana who are wearing wedding clothes. "Yes, it is true. I'm Ana, but I don't remember who you are? " asked Ana. Amanda smiled, "I'm Felix's wife, Amar's best friend." Hearing that, Ana was surprised. She didn't expect to be able to talk to the wife of Felix Leonidas, the wife of the richest businessman in the world. Even Ana thought Amanda was a wasteful woman, but apparently not, Amanda is so simple and does not like a luxury. "How are you?" asked Ana.

So when news broke that he had married Rosenda Marie Cinco, everyone was floored. Not just because they recognized her from past encounters, but because she was the last woman they’d ever imagine Cayson would choose. His past relationships were always with socialites— liberated, ultra-glamorous women. Rome, on the other hand, had a beauty that was modest, almost overlooked. She carried herself with the quiet air of a woman used to being underestimated. Compared to Cayson’s former flames, she looked more like an old maid than a trophy wife. Even her own family was in disbelief.

And this made her look like a cheap wannabe. "My woman is the best woman in the world. Even if I were in a room full of all the prettiest women in the world, I would still have my eyes on her. Because among women, her beauty stands out. She is the greatest. She, Jasmine of the house of the Padmavati's" Marshall finished and this led to a very large round of applause from the guests. Marshall leant forward and gave Jasmine a kiss on the lips and this further made the crowd coo at them.

“You saw that strength in her and wanted it for yourself. You didn’t offer her a cage you offered her power. A partnership.” She held his gaze. “Now she’s simply taking you at your word.” Alejandro jumped to his feet, the chair scraping loudly behind him. “She’s my wife,” he snapped. “She belongs here. Not running off to fight old battles.” “You didn’t want a quiet wife,” Marisa shot back. “You wanted a strong one. A woman who knows how to fight her own fights.” She didn’t soften her tone. “Did you really think a contract even a Favino one could control her? It never could. It only held her for a while. And now she’s broken free.”

And she — this impossible, infuriating woman — looks like she's having the time of her life. Something shifts in her expression then. The teasing softens just slightly at the edges, and she turns to face him fully, and when she smiles this time it's different. Warmer. Realer. "Okay, okay." She holds up both hands, surrendering. "Now — now — my husband is the absolute best. The greatest. The most ridiculously handsome man I have ever seen in my entire life. Liam Hart, I swear, even when you're furious you look like you belong on a billboard. I love you. I love you so much. You are devastatingly, unfairly, aggressively good-looking and I am so lucky—"

"Adam, I..." "You wanted to get married to me right? You wanted to hold the title of my wife? Well, I already gave that to you. And I think I also made it clear to you that you won't be getting anything else from me. It doesn't matter what you do, I will never think of you as my wife! And I will never treat you as such!" I reminded her. She bit her lips, "And who do you think is fit to be your wife? Selena? What's so great about her? What does she have that I don't have? I am so much better than her in so many ways and I...."

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the restroom for an entire hour until Mark and his companion finally emerged. The woman looked utterly drained, practically being carried by Mark, or she would have crumpled to the floor. I noticed her body shaking slightly. I frowned. Damn, no wonder those women go for him; he had the physique for it. On the weekend, I went out for dinner with some friends. As we were sipping drinks, one of my friends asked, "Jason, isn't that your wife over there?" I turned around and spotted Donna, arm-in-arm with another woman while shopping.

he interrupted and turned to leave. Why wouldn't he look at her as much as he looked at Evelyn? Even now he was searching for her-- wait, was Evelyn trying to score him despite being married? Does he even know she's married and that he's so poor that's why she's messing around with him? Poor Lucas! She giggled, "You know, that woman is already married and I heard she's looking for a big shot. You should run as fast as you can. She'll drain you of all your money like she did her husband too."

Then I leaned toward the microphone and spoke softly. "Good evening, everyone. My name is Quentin Thompson. I'm Ms. Hemsley's legal husband. We've been married for ten years, and we have a three-year-old son together. And I'm also..." I paused, letting my gaze sweep across Adeline's pale face. "...the majority owner of this company, with a 51% stake."