Mi Esposa Dormida Novels & Stories

That night, Snow and I ended things on bad terms. She went to the guest room and slept there. When I woke up the next morning, she was already gone. The house was a mess. Her clothes, shoes, and leftover food were scattered everywhere. If I did not clean up, it would stay like that forever. It felt absurd. We had dated for three years and had been married for five. I had treated Snow like a princess. She said she could not cook and that laundry detergent would hurt her hands, so I handled every chore myself.

However, they can understand the Filipino dialect because my husband allowed them to study the language for fear that I would meet another Filipino, whom my husband hated the most. Bler slightly nodded. "Gracias, Señorita." After hearing Bler’s thanks, I turned to face my husband’s henchmen. "Regresaré a Casa La Virginia y me quedaré en el piso 18. Por favor dile eso a mi esposo." I'm returning to Casa La Virginia and will be staying on the 18th floor. Please inform my husband of this. I immediately turned away when they nodded. Before that, I noticed Bler’s suppressed grin before I finally walked away and left him.

A coward wrapped in power, pretending I had control? By the time we pulled up to the mansion, the sky had darkened, the air thick with the promise of rain. I stepped out first, watching as Rico helped Matteo inside, but my mind was elsewhere. On her. My wife. She was already asleep when I entered our bedroom, curled up on her side, her hair spilling across the pillow like silk. The soft rise and fall of her breathing filled the silence. I moved carefully, slipping into bed behind her, pulling her into me.

"Because I'm not sure I can sleep beside you and keep it just practical. Not after Angels Flight. Not after almost losing you." She was quiet for a moment. Then: "Good. Because I'm not sure I can sleep alone anymore. Not after everything." She took my hand. "Come to bed, husband. We'll figure out what it means in the morning." And so we did. Climbed into bed fully clothed, too exhausted for anything except collapsing beside each other. I set alarms on my phone to check on Michael through the night. Marissa's hand found mine under the covers. "Von?"

Hard. In my home office, I dropped into the chair and pulled up the surveillance feed. Marisol slept in the guesthouse, sprawled across the bed in rare stillness. Something twisted in my gut. She lay on her stomach, hair spilled across the pillow, lips parted. For once, the war inside her had gone quiet.

Her words snapped something inside of me and the only thing I want to do is fuck her into peaceful oblivion. Pushing her onto the bed, I slam into her with one swift move and she immediately grabs onto the white beddings, trying not to lose her mind. Her steady breathing reaches my ear as I slowly push the door open and walk into the cabin. We have arrived in Milan but my beautiful wife has been sleeping since the moment I pulled myself out of her. We have been married for a while now but I do not have the heart to wake her up from her beauty sleep but I can’t wait anymore.

Time passed and Sia lowered her head to the bed and fell asleep because she was a bit exhausted, but she promised to look after her. The door creaked open, and a tired-looking Emiliano walked in only to find his wife sleeping, with a sigh, he walked to her and picked her up in his arms since he preferred not to wake her up, after reaching his old room he carefully put her on the bed and helped her take off her shoes. The jacket she was wearing seemed too tight, and therefore he made sure she took it off and set it aside

"Would you take drugs, I mean drugs I use when I find it hard to sleep?" "Yes, mama." She went ahead, and brought the drugs, and not up to ten minutes after using the drugs, the darkness consumed me. __––__ "Hey" I whispered, smiling at her as she woke up. "Il mio" (mine) she whispered. "How are you? Did you sleep well?" I said with a smirk and kissed her all over her face. "Sleep well? Husband you didn't allow me even sleep all through the night remember!" She said, smacking my nose lightly.

“Well that was back then, things are different now, you are going to be spending the night with me because you are my wife and not my mistress and certainly not slut who I picked up from the street and brought to my home” “I don't care what you say, I am not spending the night with you in your bedroom, once we get back to the city, I am only putting up with this because of your family and because I had to keep up the act of a perfect wife when your grandmother is around otherwise I wouldn't even consider sleeping next to you, I have no intention of making love with you let alone playing the real wife once we are back to Mexico City” “Do you really think that you have any say in this? I wasn'

Marylyn wakes up at the middle of the night and she sees Manuel cuddling her and she smiles and she kisses him and he opens her eyes and he smiles at her. “ you are awake? He says. “ yeah and she looks to the side of the bed and she sees rose petals and she perceives the smell of a romantic perfume and she sits up and she uses her hands to cover her mouth and she smiles and she embraces him and kissed him she deepened the kiss. Thank you, I love you so much” she says and embraces her husband. “It's beautiful? I slept off in the middle of the sleep” she says. “ I thought you said you have changed and watch movies now but you slept off like baby” he says and pulls her cheek.