Libro La Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

Richard was not happy about that. "I'm not kidding. I don't remember what happened before. To be precise, I've forgotten what happened in the past year or so." "What's going on here? How can you forget? You can forget anyone, but you can't forget your wife! If she knows that you have forgotten her, she will definitely kill you!" "You've have been chattering for a long time, but you haven't made it clear. When did I get married? Who is my wife?" "Your wife is Valeria! You're dead if she knows this! William, you're over!"

She did not want us to marry that's why she made me leave the country with trick and made you belive , I ran away from wedding and did not wanted to marry you". Vian suddenly felt his head was spinning, he held his car body to support him. “Vian, are you okay?”: She asked with concern. She touched his shoulder but he removed her hand and said:” Sarah , wedding….you wanted to say I was going to marry you?”. Sarah nodded, Vian held his head with both hands. He tried to remember his past but only blurred images were coming in front of his eyes. He looked at Sarah and said:” I am sorry, I did not recognize you “. He finishes the sentence, immediately sits in his car and leaves without heari

I was rushing home to celebrate with my family. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized the truth. Leo, the man who claimed to be my husband, was not the man I remembered. The real Leo, her Leo, was lost to the darkness, a stranger that loved having Garry around, he was nice and fun of Garry. A sob escaped my lips as I clutched my head. The memories were overwhelming, a torrent of emotions that threatened to consume me. I saw her face, she was my husband's lost lover, she was going to do anything to have him, olive;that was her name.

She forgot everything, the light was back in her eyes and that bastard she married…i noticed how he looked at her, how the look in his eyes changed when she lost her memories. It pissed me the fuck off, i did everything to make her remember, the paintings, the attack with the drunk… But still, Amelia has treated me like a stranger, the beautiful memories we shared together all gone. I was done watching her from a distance, not when all of my efforts were now going down the drain and that bastard, that Volkov scum! How dare he knock her up? How dare he touch what belongs to me? I've spent years making her who she is, no one knows her better than i do…and if those paintings aren't enough to ju

Travis pulled out a key and unlocked it. Inside was a small study, lined with old books, photographs, and dusty journals. He picked up a leather-bound book and blew off the dust. “This belonged to my great-grandfather,” he said. “He kept records of everything that happened here... the good, the bad, and the dangerous.” I stepped closer, curious despite the chill crawling up my spine. “Want to read some?” he asked. I nodded, and he opened the book to a marked page. The words told of a tragic love story, betrayal, and a family feud that ended in a mysterious disappearance.

Marco and Letta were engrossed in their respective books. Letta's idea of reading at the library seemed to have sparked Marco's interest in picking up the unfinished books he had left aside. Occasionally, Marco glanced at his wife, who was completely absorbed in the romantic novel he had bought for her a few months ago. Meanwhile, he himself delved into a dense book on various economic indicators and the world economy.

"Honestly, even if you didn't come here to work, it wouldn’t matter because your big catch, your wealthy husband, is right here." Eloisa shot Carlota a dirty look at her statement, which she did not like. “Why are you looking at me like that? I'm right, aren't I? That's why Tito married you off to him so quickly because he's rich," Carlota insulted. "Don't deny it; you also want that. You probably planned to latch onto him and used your body to ensure you got him and fell into the trap you set for him." Eloisa tried to hold herself back, but she wanted to slap Carlota; it was getting harder to restrain herself. "Do you want me to slap you again?" she said, almost challenging.

In this house, the walls didn't just have ears; they had eyes that reported everything back to the master of the house. “I was just looking for a book on estate management,” I said, clutching a heavy, leather-bound volume to my chest. It was a lie. I was actually looking for the original copy of our marriage contract. “The library is for reading, not for rummaging,” Maribel said. She finally stepped aside, her lip curling in a way that mirrored Helena’s sneer. “I’ll have a tray sent to your room. Since you clearly aren't going out tonight.”

Now she was more certain that her dream might have been an actual sleepwalk. She could sense the fear in Lily and the lies almost oozing from Sophia's pores. They were hiding something and whatever they were hiding was in that part of the house that hadn't been renovated. Since they were all hellbent on keeping their secret buried, Marisol grows all the more determined to unearth whatever it was. The library welcomes her with the subtle scent of aged paper and the soft creaking of wooden shelves. Marisol had fallen in love with it from the moment Lily had shown it to her. She'd spent some time there the first time, but only now did she take the time to really admire it.

Carefully unfolding the note, her brows furrowed even more as she realized it was another ash note. You do not seem to be interested in the fact that your husband is hiding something from you. Your life has been threatened yet again, if you do not piece the puzzle together, you might just lose your life entirely. The book... Finish it! Go to the library, aisle four, second shelf, second row, third column. The red book, read that too if you want to know the truth. Hazel frowned as she stared at the paper in her hand. Luca... Hiding something from her?