Novel & Cerita Mi Esposa

The room erupted in laughter, a shared moment of joy and camaraderie among the staff. Ariana's smile widened upon hearing Mateo refer to her as his wife. It was a delightful surprise, surpassing her expectations of being called his girlfriend. The weight of the term 'wife' carried a deeper significance, making her feel cherished and loved. Her heart fluttered with joy and contentment as she looked at Mateo, her eyes shimmering with affection.

“If her husband decides to knock you out, I won’t even bat an eye.” “Saint Vittori, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Santiago,” I said and shook his hand. “Call me Miguel, please, we’re practically family.” He greeted Kaelis as well, a bit more reserved. “How is your lovely aunt?” “Still happily married to the Russian,” I said. “Such a pity,” Miguel said. A beautiful woman walked toward us, her smile genuine and warm. She had laugh lines around her eyes, but it didn't take anything away from her looks. “Welcome. I’m Marisol Santiago.”

I scoff. "Well, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mariana, Mariano." They both take a glance at themselves, giggling happily as though they have something mischievous up their sleeves. "I'm Matteo, that's my mother Maria and that beautiful lady is my sister Julia. I'm your mother's–" "Friend! Friend. . ." My wife intervenes, chuckling uncomfortably. "He's my long time friend. Now let's all eat quietly, okay?" She glares at me and I shrug my shoulders.

Maria : how many days I have to be as your mistress me : who said you're my mistress maria : then what I should call you is our marriage have any value in the society my kid is called as illegitimate child me : who dared to say that I will kill them maria : society and the world will you kill all of them me : I just need sometime maria : how much time I'm waiting from many years first that fool then this lady what about me and my child me : whatever mine is yours and our child's maria : how you have a son according to world he is having your surname krish Chowdary me : he is not my son don't you know that maria : so what though he is not your blood he has your surname according to the world

I struggled to find the right words, my voice barely a whisper. "Mr. Marino, you can't take my wife away," I pleaded, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Aria was not just his daughter; she was my wife, my parlife partner turned to me, his gaze piercing. "Come back for her when you are fit enough to protect the Mafia princess," he stated firmly, his words a challenge and a warning.

The doctor chuckled softly before answering Arnold's question. "Ms. Irene isn't seriously ill. She's just a bit dehydrated from excessive vomiting and a lack of food and drink." "What do you mean, doc?" Arnold asked again, frowning. "Congratulations. Your wife is six weeks pregnant!" "What? Pregnant?"

Sebastian Vance stared at the flickering television screen, entranced by the image of Luna, his former wife, beaming with a fire that had long been extinguished in their shared life. The news anchor spoke of her recent success, a tribute to her resilience that only fueled the dark remnants of his obsession. He could feel the familiar burn in his chest of anger, jealousy, and an insatiable hunger to reclaim the control he once had.

Angel asked, her tone sharp, almost incredulous. Elara blinked up at her, lashes fluttering. She knew exactly who he was. She can't believe she's married to him. The same man who had just dropped her like trash and walked away without a second glance. The words sat right there, at the tip of her tongue, begging to be spoken. " I’m married to him. " But she swallowed them hard. Her lips pressed together as she bit down on the inside of her cheek, forcing the truth back into silence. Her fingers tightened slightly against her waist as she tried to ignore the dull ache spreading through her body.

Mario: Tell what? Gaymo: That we’re dating, and we love each other. Mario: Huh? You went too far, Gaymo. Gaymo: You mean, you don’t love me? Mario: Of course I love you, but as a friend. Gaymo: But you kissed me. Mario: Yes, because I love you as a friend. You’re like a sister. You remind me of my sister, Martha. Gaymo: I hate you. That is our conversation. I hate him so much right now. I was embarrassed with all the things he said. If that’s not love, then what is it? Will magic do some changes?

I didn't let her complete the sentence. I placed my lips on her for saying that 'I am not your wife'. I kissed her showing that she belongs to me, only me. I can never get tired of kissing her, I just want punish for saying everytime that 'I am not your wife'. I missed kissing her and I am addicted to her. I don't know when she became my drug and she is the only cure for my miseries. I don't want to leave her now but left her due to lack of breath.