Marcus Filly Wife Novels & Stories

He kissed her neck and she gasped softly. “Do you love your wife?” Fiora asked. The question hit me like a knife. There was a long pause. Then Marcus laughed. “No, I don’t,” he said. “She’s useful,” he added. “She’s beautiful, smart, and has good genes. That’s all that matters.” I could barely breathe. “She was never meant to be more,” he said. “I married her to give me heirs and stay quiet. She hasn’t conceived for three years. I will discard her soon.”

“It’s the Second Prince!” “Marco is back.” “He is here.” “The most powerful Lycan in the Kingdom.” He has a cold smile on his face as he steps onto the podium and pulls my hands up, exposing my ring for everyone to see. “Her name is Tanya, and she is my wife,” Marco speaks in a cold voice that no one can dare argue with. “And she’s here to buy back my mother’s Earrings.” “What?” “Marco has a wife?” “Who is she?”

That infuriated Marcus to no end. — Rosaria Clinic — Marcus had planned to leave for Florentia, but an unexpected meeting with Dr. Hill forced him to reconsider. "Mr. Marcus Bartz, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Your wife… well, your ex-wife, has spoken a lot about you," Dr. Hill greeted him with a cordial smile. "Dr. Hill, the situation is complicated, but let me make one thing clear: Valerie Bartz is my wife. Nothing in this world is more important than her," Marcus replied firmly.

The silver gown that had felt elegant moments ago now felt cheap and pathetic. Marcus turned to look directly at the crowd—at her—and his expression hardened. “Which is why I’ve made a decision. Sophia isn’t just my partner in business anymore. She’s going to be my wife.” The room erupted in shocked whispers and scattered applause. Cameras flashed wildly. Marcus reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick white envelope. He held it up for everyone to see.

“I am Ann” The lady glanced at Marcus surprisingly then to Ann,”Did Marcus not tell you about it?”. She asked and Ann smiled. “Tell me what?”. Ann asked, then turned to look at Marcus. She could feel her heart beat accelerating due to their intense silence. “SHE IS MY WIFE”. Marcus spoke firmly.

the courtesan said before Emily rolled her eyes. Then, Felicity took her hands and gripped them. "But I do hope that someday, maybe not today, that we will be friends and I can help you to get back at Ian," she said as Emily was arching her eyebrow. Perhaps it was not recommended that she was to arch her eyebrow in the polite society but who cared? She's the marchioness of Kain, Ian's wife, and held a lot of societal rank than other women around her age, except for Becca because she's the duchess of Belikov, Emily can do whatever she wanted. And if anyone was unhappy with how she was acting in public against Felicity, her husband's once fiancée, then so be it.

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

I suddenly blurted out something that even surprised me, but I tried to control my emotions. A light flashed in Marcus's eyes, he said. “I asked my wife, Eulalia Willems.” "That's right." I immediately confirmed. “It's true, your wife Eulalia once slept with them.” I don't know why Marcus knew but still deliberately asked, but since he knew the truth, there was no reason for me to lie.

What if none of them think I'm his wife? I swallowed, hoping that they would. "So, the rumor true is really true, Marcus?" The lady inquired. He chuckled and raised my hand with his hand on it "Of course it's true. My wife and I have been married for over a year now." The cameras begin to flash, which increased my anxiety. I hope this event already over! "Marcus, she's breathtaking. We're not surprised if you decided to keep her hidden because of her beauty that is very appealing, and many men may want to steal her from you," Another woman speaks up.

Then his fingers slid against her, parting her. Emma cried out, high and raw. Her back arched hard. Her hand gripped his wrist tighter. She didn’t pull him away. She guided him. My cock throbbed in my hand as I stroked slowly, watching her hips roll against his fingers. Her thighs trembled. Her chest heaved. Her lips moved around his name again and again. “Marcus… Marcus…” Her face was twisted in pleasure. Her body moved without shame now, without hesitation. I sat frozen in the chair, watching my wife surrender to another man.