Lifting A Lucky Hubby の小説・ストーリー

I was overwhelmed by guilt, my conscience cursing me for lying to this man. He held my shoulders, a warm smile on his face as he said. "Thank you for being my wife, Lyra. You will not regret this, I promise," All I saw in his eyes was love and excitement. It was unfortunate he had to fall in love with someone like Lyra who was only after wealth. "Hmm," I managed to smile at him, shrugging his hands off my shoulders and turning away from him uncomfortably. "So, what next now?" I inquired, turning to him.

They gathered at the entrance, pointing and whispering. Celia stood off to the side with reddened eyes. She was livestreaming with her phone. In a pitiful voice, she said to the screen, "Guys, this is the shop owned by my heartless husband. I'd rather leave this marriage with nothing than stay with him. Ladies, please be a better judge of character and never marry a gambler like him." I pushed through the crowd and strode into the shop. When Meryl saw me, she behaved even more unreasonably instead of toning down. She grabbed a lucky cat ornament from the counter and smashed it viciously at the television on the wall.

He didn't give Aretha any chance to protest. "Let go of my hand, what are you doing?" "Come to eat with me, you have no right to refuse." Roger of course did not let Aretha protest, he dragged Aretha away. Aretha refused to go, she clung to the door. Surely Aretha didn't want to go with Roger. Roger saw Aretha's actions and was a little annoyed. He walked over to the door, patiently removing his fingers from Aretha's grip on the doorknob. Then, Roger picked Aretha up, carried her directly on his shoulder, and walked out.

She said as she fought back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. At A Fancy Resturant In The City: Two men both clad in suit, walked out of the resturant with smiles. One was older and shorter than the other one who looked like a medieval king. His presence completely overshadowed that of his partner and there was no doubt he was someone of powerful standing. They both had someone trialling behind them with suitcases on their hands. "Doing business with you instead of your father, is always a pleasure Mr Shawn Dele. Why don't you just take over? Your father will be more than happy for you to do so", the man on black stated.

Emma Lawson had always believed that trust was the strongest part of a marriage. Not passion. Not promises. Trust. For seven years, she had trusted Daniel Hart with everything she had. Her heart. Her dreams. Her future. And tonight, she was planning a surprise to celebrate their seventh wedding anniversary. The thought made her smile as she stepped out of the elevator and walked into the penthouse she shared with her husband. The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting golden reflections across the marble floor.

“I don’t think so. Everyone I know seems happily married.” “Really? Name three.” She raises three fingers, amused. Three. Laura isn’t married yet, though she’s been with her college sweetheart for years. And me. A soft laugh escapes me as I lift my mug to hide it. “Apparently, I’ve forgotten every happy couple I know.” Lillian chuckles. “That’s what happens when you’re buried in work. You forget to notice the good stuff.” “Maybe,” I say quietly. She pats my hand again, gentle and motherly. “You and Felix are one of the good ones, though. You can tell. The way you talk about him, the way you light up.”

♡VIRANICA POV♡ Till today I never seen a guy abducting his wife for honeymoon what the hell did I accept him as my husband no way but why the hell I married him I'm laying on bed and thinking all these things he lifted me and took to watch sunset I'm feeling sleepy and slept off on him only in the morning when I opened I seen him sleeping still I tried to move but his hold on me was too tight he opened his eyes and said "escaping from husband is not good kitten" I rolled my eyes he chuckled why he never gets angry oops my mistake he gets angry when I tries to harm myself

I deserve for her to hate me… She has every reason to! I looked up from the floor to see Jonny standing next to my brother, contemplating how he was going to swoop Loyalty away from him. Too bad for him, my wife and brother have known each other since the fifth grade. Even though they didn’t get close until their senior year of high school, there is no getting Loyalty away from Gabe. She even stood up against me to have him be the best man at our wedding! “Fuck this shit, Loyalty is my fucking wife”, I barked out as I charged toward her and lifted her into my arms.

”Please cum – I can’t – " He lifts me off his cock entirely. Stands up. Picks me up in his arms like I weigh nothing – my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, my arms clinging to his massive shoulders. And then he slams me down onto his cock. "FUCK – " He fucks me in midair. Standing in the middle of the room, holding me up with nothing but his strength and his grip on my ass. He bounces me on his cock – up and down, up and down – using gravity to drive himself deeper than should be possible. The other men watch with slack-jawed appreciation. My husband is sobbing in his corner, his hand moving frantically on his cock.

Coming up out of a crouch, Lucky struck with his right fist, an uppercut under her jaw. The impact was fierce. So much so, Sydney's feet left the ground, the angle of his assault propelling her up in the air. But rather than fall on her butt, she arched in a tight backflip, and landed with her left knee and right hand planted on the ground. Lucky's eyebrows rose at her deftly-executed acrobatic maneuver.