Mi Esposa Novels & Stories

“She's —” “That reminds me. This your maid is disrespectful! You need to discipline her. She doesn't know the right way to speak to others!” The woman placed a hand on her waist. I raised a brow. “Who the hell are you calling a worker?” I narrowed my eyes at her. Miguel sighed. “Nikki, she's not a maid. She's my wife.” He came close to where I was. “Your wife? You've got to be kidding me!” “Why? Are you so shocked about that?” I folded my arms and pursed my lips.

“We are strongest together. That’s what he’s attacking. Not just our company….us. So we fight as us. Not just business partners. Husband and wife. Mom and Dad. Family.” Bella looked at him and saw the man she fell in love with years back and still the same one she is in love with now, the one who stayed, the one who tried, the one who loved her even when things were hard. Some of the tightness in her chest loosened.

she murmured and headed into her office. "Honestly Mira, I am losing my mind." Catherine lamented after she narrated what happened to Mira. "Are you telling me that your runner-away boyfriend has returned?" Mira asked, still don't believe Catherine. "Mira, he did not just return, but he is also my boss" Catherine continued "So when are you going to tell him"? Mira "Tell him what," Catherine asked "About Your son Ellis," Mira said. "I can't tell him anything. He may deny ever knowing me" Catherine said.

“Hopefully, the capo’s forgiven Em for taking you to the Green Lady Lounge.” Jasmine giggled. “He’s forgiven you.” I ran my hand over her soft skin. “Do you think the capo will want to be called abuelo?” I lifted my brows. “Grandpa.” “I don’t know.” I kissed her hair. “Good night, Señora Roríguez. I love you.” “Buenas noches, mí marido.” She rubbed her nose against mine. “Did I say that right?” “Sí, mi esposa. Estarás hablando español cuando nuestro bebé se gradúe de la universidad.”

My Wife? It is done and dusted. I am now Sunshine Rose Ricci, the wife of Renzo Ricci. I hate my life.

I let out a low chuckle, my hands on my waist in disbelief. “I’m married, Carlo.” “To a Romano! Eso no es matrimonio!” He raised his voice. (That’s not marriage) “I’m not having this conversation with you Carlo. Isabella es mi esposa. I don’t even know your daughter,” (Isabella is my wife.)

His cock slid deeper with the shift, drawing a broken gasp from both of them. He groaned low, forehead pressed to the nape of her neck. "Fuck," he breathed. His hand splayed over her lower belly, protective, reverent, possessive. Maria trembled, overwhelmed, her hand flying down to cover his, threading their fingers together over the soft swell of her stomach. "Mi esposa perfecta... madre de mi hijo..." (My perfect wife… mother of my child…) Maria turned blindly, seeking him, and he caught her mouth in a desperate, messy kiss, tongue sliding against hers, filthy and sweet.

she said calmly. I exhale. " And what do I care, for your information, since you referred to my husband just now as Signor, which currently means a married man, you should at least refer to me as Signora Gisella Caruso because I am the one that the married man got married to. you're clear about your thoughts, so this is what they deserve." I spat out honestly. She sounds frustrated already. I can feel it in her voice. "Gisella Molinero, don't you feel guilty?" she stated out.

"Professor, you really have the worst luck. There are so many people in the group chat, why did Chloe target you? I don't think she just wants you as her personal blood bank. She saw that you're good-looking and treat your wife well, so now she wants to be your lover too." Jake nodded beside her. "Good thing she didn't set her sights on me. I'm so bad with words I wouldn't even know how to defend myself." Thinking about my previous life, I trembled and quickly said, "There's nothing left to say. It's over. My wife and I grew up together and all I want is to be with her since we were little. I would never betray her." To make my position clear, I stated my intention outright. "When I got marr

My smile, the one for the mirror, didn’t reach my eyes but sparkled for the cameras. “What can I say?” I began projecting my voice with a veteran actor’s clarity. “Sometimes, destiny diverts us from the wrong path just to place us exactly where we belong. Maia isn’t just my wife; she is my salvation. I married the woman who truly knows me, who supports me, and whom I love deeply. The rest… the rest is just noise from the past.”