Master Lis Pampered Wife Novels & Stories

both waiter and waitress exchanged the looks and said "sure mam we will do whatever you say" Mrs. William said "mix this liquid in the drinks of two people I'm gonna show later send them to the pent house" both waiter and waitress nodded their head Mrs. Willaim gave the liquid they both went off assistant asked "mam will our plan succeed" they both heard a voice "it will" it's none other than liam Mrs. William became embarrassed liam said "he'll never change if this thing doesn't happen so I will support you and I can help you in making salomi alone"

Devan didn't react; he was sound asleep, resembling someone half-dead. Lisa wiped her misty eyes again. Her heart ached as she was about to leave Devan's room. She had already fallen for the man who provided fleeting pleasure and comfort, wanting to stay by his side, but it wasn't possible. Lisa had to be realistic; she was just a momentary woman for Devan. She quickly left Devan's room, sneaking out to avoid being seen by other staff, making it seem like she had just left a guest's room half an hour later.

Damien who didn't accept her at the first place was actually warn her not to cross her boundaries and keep her place as it should be - Damien's wife. Damien hates betrayal and disgusting people. He warned her clearly and perfectly that never tried to get closer to his family. He was right. Pamela clenches her jaw. She knows it was a boring night but she was indeed sleeping with their golden son for the night - with no protection or any precautions action. "As you wish!" She takes the money, her lips curled into an evil grin. She doesn't want to marry a cripple at the first place. She hated to see herself standing next to Damien who has an unworldly gorgeous appearance. But he wasn't suitable

Timmy sighed. "Maybe on the surface it seems that we don’t have the power to fight back, but we can think of an underhanded way, right?" Ruby sneered. After hearing that Timmy was scammed, she also heard another shocking piece of news. It turned out that the secretary's wife was actually La Rosa from Cat Lane!

Madam Lenny raised her head and smiled, "This is the company. If someone hears you calling me 'Mother', they might make an issue out of it." "I'm so angry. Waverly still behaves as if she's the wife of the President. I was going to teach her a lesson, but she fought back. She's just a low-level assistant. There's no way she's going to become the President's wife in this lifetime again," Yasmine said angrily. Madam Lenny poured a cup of tea and passed it to Yasmine, "Have a drink first." Yasmine took the cup of tea from her pitifully. As she drank it, Madam Lenny put on some soothing music and flipped through a book.

I couldn't let that happen. So I did it. I dialed the number, the one I knew by heart. Luis. It rang once. Twice. He picked up immediately. His voice was calm but laced with frustration, like a man walking a tightrope with fire underneath. “I’ve been waiting for your call, blackmailer,” he said. “So, what is it now?” A part of me wanted to laugh. Not out of amusement, but pain. He had no idea it was me, his wife. His so-called love, The one who wore his ring.

"Don't bother. You're this place's mistress, so everyone must obey your orders. That includes me." Ambrose had become very proficient at sweet-talking and publicly displaying his affection. Larissa smiled sweetly. Suddenly, she could sense an envious gaze. She immediately looked over, only to make eye contact with a gentle woman. Iris smiled innocently and lightly nodded at Larissa. Larissa wondered if she had been imagining things. Ambrose looked at everyone and said, "This is my wife, Larissa Solace. She will be Twilight's mistress, and her orders are above mine.

That I'd had no other option. But those were lies. All of it was lies designed to protect me from the reality that I murdered my wife to save my mistress. I don't know who you were, Bianca. I lived with you for four years and I never bothered to learn your dreams, your fears, what made you laugh when you weren't just being polite. I reduced you to a function in my life, and when you stopped fulfilling that function, I considered you expendable. You deserved so much better. You deserved a husband who actually loved you, who saw you as a complete person rather than a role. You deserved to be chosen, to be prioritized, to be valued for who you were instead of what you could provide.

Victoria insisted on packing from some luxury Swiss brand. It made the whole place feel more like a glamping suite than a nylon dome pitched on a velvet field. The mattress beneath them was plush, too plush for camping, honestly—and Nathan had already pulled her into his arms like she was the most delicate thing in the world. “You’re staring at me. You have been doing it for the past hour.,” she whispered, brushing her fingers across his chest as his eyes roamed over her face like he was trying to memorize it again. “I’m allowed,” he murmured. “My wife is carrying my child. I have rights.” Rachel groaned playfully, burying her face in his neck. “You’ve been acting like I’m a national tre

At the butcher stall that reeked of meat, I caught the scent of a familiar perfume. “Pete, it’s been a while!” She was wearing expensive clothes with a full face of make-up as she appeared before me. I was not affected at all. I treated her like all other customers. I asked, “It’s three dollars per pound for pork and five dollars per pound for ribs. What do you want?” She frowned as her gaze became conflicted. Looking at my dirty clothes, she said guiltily, “You’ve been raising Poppy alone all these years. It must have been tough on you.”