Novel & Cerita Mark Few Wife

Mark called as he hopped out of his truck in the parking garage. "Well, I have a wife that I wanted to get home to," he answered, shutting his door and locking it behind him. They headed for the elevator together. He felt Mark looking at him. "You know we were just fucking with you right?" "I know man. I really just had to get home. Kelly was waiting on me." "Okay, okay. I'm just making sure you didn't leave because we were messing with you." Duncan nodded. "Nah, it's no problem. I know you guys like to mess with the married guy."

They didn't think before marrying her and this impulsive decision of their was back firing on them. Suddenly they heard their names mentioned in the TV screen and turned their attention towards it. They saw the new anchor mentioning about their marriage which happened in church and showing some clips of them coming out of the church with their wife. As soon as their gazes land on their sobbing wife their was sudden kind of satisfaction in them. They weren't worried about the world knowing that they are married now instead they were fine with people knowing that, the little girl in the clips is their wife. The trios' gaze was stuck on that sea blue eyed girl who was being the reason of their

Mark called as he hopped out of his truck in the parking garage. "Well, I have a wife that I wanted to get home to," he answered, shutting his door and locking it behind him. They headed for the elevator together. He felt Mark looking at him. "You know we were just fucking with you right?" "I know man. I really just had to get home. Kelly was waiting on me." "Okay, okay. I'm just making sure you didn't leave because we were messing with you." Duncan nodded. "Nah, it's no problem. I know you guys like to mess with the married guy."

he said. "You guys act like a happy family now, but he doesn't even know you fully yet." "She's my wife, whatever happens she will still be mine." Adam suppressed every word that came out of his mouth. "Which brother sleeps with his own sister's wife?" Adam asked sternly. Luckily they are far from people now, if this is heard by all the guests present, then Mark's history is over. Mark looked down a little, the man threw away his cigarette butt, chuckled a little then his head lifted, looking at Adam's flat face.

“That’s it. Get it all, little cuck. Your wife’s cum tastes better on a real man’s dick, doesn’t it?” Mark pulled off with a wet gasp, lips swollen. “Th-thank you,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Thank you for fucking my wife… and for letting me taste her on you.” Sarah laughed, delighted and cruel. “Good boy. Now come here and finish what he started.”

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."

“Honestly, I never understood what he sees in his wife. I heard she’s just a photographer? She doesn’t even work here. She just stays at home all day. Compared to Tonya, she’s–” “So how did she even get him? It can’t just be her cooking, right?” The steam from the pot stung my eyes. Talented and beautiful, a perfect match, the best partner… Every word pierced my chest, twisting deeper each time. What made it even more ridiculous was that they all believed I was Mark’s wife. However, our marriage license was fake. “Clang!” The bowl slipped from my hands and shattered across the floor. The kitchen door swung open. Mark walked in, his frown deep enough to cut.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?