Novel & Cerita Marcus Filly Wife

Who would have thought she was actually one of them? "Look who we have here! You mean to tell me we've been sharing the same man for the past two years? Wow... you are interesting! I'm actually surprised to find out he's been the one buying you those expensive gifts each time you claim he doesn't stay in town. Does he only come around once in a while? Little did I know you were referring to my husband; I should have known it. But I'm not complaining. So long as you don't have a baby for me, it's fine. As long as you don't try to get in my way, we can continue being friends," Mrs. Marcus smiles, a smile that screams danger. It is obvious in her eyes that she is angry, but she doesn't make it

What followed was unexpectedly interesting. The next lot was the Crown of Empress Eugenie at three million dollars. I raised my paddle. “Four million dollars.” Georgia immediately followed suit. “Five million dollars.” I raised my paddle. “Six million dollars.” Georgia raised her paddle. “Eight million dollars.” I practically laughed inside as I watched her expression. She was determined to beat me no matter what. I raised my paddle again. “Ten million dollars.” Georgia’s eyes reddened with fury as she shouted, “Twelve million dollars!”

The sight of his proper wife falling apart sends a fresh rush of heat through me. I ride Marcus faster, brutal and relentless, my own orgasm building fast. “You hear that? She came watching you get destroyed. Now show her how you come for me.” I reach down and rub my clit furiously while bouncing on his cock. Marcus is a mess—sobbing, thrusting, completely lost. “I’m gonna….fuck, I’m cummimg—” he wails. “Come,” I command, clenching around him. “Fill me up while your wife watches, you worthless cheating slut.”

There was no need for Carissa or Violet to dig into Jessica's situation. For many years, Luke had been old friends with Giles, the head steward of Ironridge Estate. He met Giles for a meal the following day, and the whole situation became clear. It turned out that the previous year, the Marquis of Ironridge had taken a new concubine. Her name was Flora Crawford. Her father was a scholar, and she herself was well-read. She was initially engaged, but her fiancé tragically died two years ago in an accident, earning her the reputation of being a "widow-maker." She had been ridiculed ever since.

“Just because she was Marcus’ wife, suddenly her qualification mattered? “You don’t understand, Bob,” I murmured, wanting to add that Bob would never understand, but I kept my mouth shut. “Before you offered her the position, that poor woman was applying for a janitress job.” Bob curled his lips as he stood up. “You’re right. I will never understand you and Milli, but FYI, dear cousin. Marcus is gone. He left that poor woman with five children, and she’s been taking care of those four kids even though they’re not hers.”

'With someone who isn't his wife. She'd done her research thoroughly. His wife, Catherine, was a soft-spoken kindergarten teacher who believed her husband worked late every night. The woman clinging to Marcus now was Jessica; twenty-four, ambitious, and completely unaware that Marcus had promised her marriage "as soon as the divorce is finalized." Except he'd never filed for divorce. He had no intention of leaving his family. He just wanted both lives. Natzy watched them settle into a booth across the club. Marcus ordered champagne. Jessica leaned in close, whispering something that made him grin.

*** RAY’S POV It was my wedding night, yet it was Marcus on the bed with my newlywed wife, while I was nothing more than a spectator. This was exactly what I’d wanted. In fact the plan was going better than I'd hoped it would. The woman I’d married was no more than a stranger, but she was fertile, so she had to do. I think her name was…Lana or Lara. I couldn’t remember. I rose from the chair, and walked out of the room. It was finally dawning on me. None of this was going to be ‘easy’. My mother had made it sound so simple, and perhaps to her it would have been. To her, nothing was impossible, she always had a way out of every situation—a plan waiting, even for disasters yet to happen.

The woman I had discovered was married. She looked breathtaking tonight...stunning in a way only my eyes seemed to notice. My heart pounded uncontrollably. And then I saw him. The man beside her. Her arm hooked into his. Her radiant smile aimed at him. Probably Her husband. “Do you know them?” I asked Richard in a flat voice, though deep inside I craved the answer. For them to be here, they weren’t ordinary people. “Yes,” Richard replied calmly. “She’s my wife’s best friend, Marceline Valemont. And that’s her husband, Philip Stanmore, CEO of Stanmore Global.”

the woman said honestly. "Are you pregnant?" Marcus asked, making his wife stare. "Pregnant? That's impossible! I'm old enough!" The wife corrected. "But you can still have offspring, dear. Come on, do we have to check?" Marcus pleaded hopefully. "I hope I'm not pregnant Marcus, so the throne is for Brizella. One day she will lead Werewolfia," Giselle interrupted, making Marcus bow in disappointment. For he hopes that his offspring will lead Werewolfia.

She felt jealous of the girl standing there that she could be free with her partner as she wanted to be. "This is Gold, my fiancee," Marcus said introducing them. "Nice to meet you," Gold said with a broad smile. "And I know you know Mr. Delgado, this is his wife, Jessica," Marcus said pointing to Jessica while speaking to Gold. "Why do you call my wife by her first name?"