Mark Few Wife Novels & Stories

Up till this point, they had yet to find the antidote’s cure, and to make matters worse, Stella had learned about Mark’s efforts! “So, refusing to call or text me during my long absence wasn’t enough? You had to search for a herb for another woman high up in the mountains as well…?! Whose husband are you?!” roared Stella the second he picked her call up. Upon hearing that, all Mark could do was remain silent. After all, while it was true that he was willing to do anything for Xavia, the fact remained that Stella was now his wife. It didn’t help that they had already slept together once!

Maybe the weekend of pure love making has turned her into a generous woman. ''Maybe my wife just wanted to send me a present!!!'', Mark thought as his stomach filled with butterflies. He loved his wife. He knew it deep in his heart, no matter how many woman he bedded from time to time, it was her he was going home to each and every night, except the ones he spent in his exciting side life. She was the woman he woke up to every morning. Even if he went to bed late after a good time, she was the face that he looked at when he closed his eyes for the night.

For next, I hear Mark rather proudly say to Clayton, "This is my wife, the woman that you have been shacking up with. Now, do you not know not to take another man's wife and play house with her." From the other side of the phone, I hear Clayton burst out, "Get out of my fucking house and get away from my fiancé and baby." Well, I just wished that he did not say that, for Mark has now lightened up like a flame that is about to rage out of control, "Well, guess this little whore has been really busy. Now I have got news for you, boy, she is coming with me." "I promise you, if you lay a goddamn finger on you, then you are dead."

Then she ran to crouch next to Mark, scanning with her eyes as she poked a few injuries to see if they were real. It was better not to be fooled twice! His groans didn't fail to escape his lips, and it made her stop. She shot his face a glance and felt his pulse, only to confirm it was also weak. Shortly, Don and his personal guards, including Rex, arrived there and immediately Don grabbed Mark by the collar. “Where the f*ck is my wife?!” He spat into his face with so much rage, but surprisingly, Mark wasn't shocked at all. He smirked weakly and said, “You came a little late, though. But if you love her like she says you do, then you'll let me help you instead of ranting out here.”

He wrapped an arm around my waist, subtly pulling me out of Owen's reach. Owen's lips trembled. "Uncle Mark, how could you steal my woman? You know perfectly well she is—" Mark let out a mocking smile. "She is what? We've signed the papers already. That makes us husband and wife now. "You're still just as foolish as you were years ago. If you keep hesitating, you'll always miss your chance. Don't you understand that?" Seeing me walk away arm in arm with Mark, Owen stumbled forward and grabbed my wrist. "Elizabeth, are you stupid? You know damn well he's only using you!"

He was a significant figure in Mark’s family. He was the only witness during the wedding ceremony between Mark and me. I scoffed internally at the memory. It had just been Mark, who was comatose, Mr. Devon, and the priest who joined us together. I didn’t even tell my dad about it until I was legally Mark’s wife. It had been the most odd weddings I had ever heard of, and maybe that was why no matter how long I stayed and tried, it never worked.

I don't know what she thinks about my return so I had to at least know it first. We had an argument but I am going to let it slide. I already know how sharp her tongue was so I should be fine. She left me in her office but I didn't follow her anymore. Then my friend Mark called me. He was married two years ago in Kenom so I attended his wedding. Now, he had a problem with his wife and I myself didn't like the girl as well. She was far from Celina and I don't see any good character from her.

"You know you are not being fair at all? " Oh by putting my darling little wife first before anyone else means I am not being fair at all? Really Mark?" Mark shook his head. "You have always been Mild Mark, don't get yourself into this... Just go your way" Mr. Maya added. Mark scoffed; "Well I can smell the spirit of shame that would surround me very soon" With that, he climbed the stairs. "Eve; my darling little wife" Mr. Maya came closer to me. "I am not feeling Okay" I moved away when he almost placed his hand on my waist.

“He's crazy, Adeline, a murderer! You are in danger with him! he stated as if reading my soul. “ Why do you say this? “ I tried to hide it, but without success. “ You talk about him and his eyes shine... You can't hide it... I looked away, my heart leaping. 'He uses people, manipulates them… That's what he did to my wife!' Marck said as if he had known Sidney for years. “ Like this? “ I thought it strange that he spoke without any difficulty, but curiosity got the better of him. "He fucked my wife, he was her lover." Marck started to cry. "And now she's dead!" I wiped the tear from the corner of my eye. I felt deceived and used by him, not to mention that I was falling in love. At that momen

In a low voice, a glint of smug glint in his cold eyes, he glanced at David, who stood aside. The cheerful smile on David's face stopped. Wife? Listening to what he said, everyone remembered that Mark had heard about his big wedding not too long ago, and now it seemed to have come true. "If you hadn't told me, I'd have forgotten. You're married now. Mrs. William seems to be very gentle and virtuous, truly enviable." Min carried a smile on her face, busy flattering compliments. Tender? Hearing the other party praising Lisa so much, Mark couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.