Mi Hermosa Esposa Novels & Stories

“It’s afternoon, Mama. Buenas tardes.” Josefina stood. She was as beautiful as I recalled, with big gold earrings, numerous gold bracelets, and wearing what appeared to be a long black coverup over a bathing suit. Mia on the other hand was reclined, looking uncomfortable as one could nearing her ninth month of a pregnancy. She waved. Rei walked us closer and spoke to his mother, “I know you’ve met Jasmine but not as my wife. This is Jasmine Roríguez.”

Her eyes shone as she looked at Aléjandro. “Bienvenida a casa,” she said. “Thank you,” I replied. “Something smells divine.” Aléjandro greeted her with a hug and returned his arm to my waist. “Viviana, this is mi esposa, Mia Roríguez. Mia, Viviana, the master of everything. I swear there’s nothing this woman can’t do.” He looked out over the living room.

“With this body? Oh definitely not. You’re joining.” She says when she finally lets me pull out of the embrace. What is it with people holding onto me so long today? “I’m sorry, who are you?” I ask in confusion while she goes through her phone with some sort of urgency. “My bad. I’m Rosalina Torres. Santi’s wife.” “Oh. Um… nice party ma’am.” I say quickly. She smiles widely. “Thank you sweetheart. It was all my lovely husband.” I nod. “Flattered that you would want me at your pool party but I…”

Still arm in arm with Logan, she turned to see approaching them the same nice and elegant lady she had seen that day when she interrupted Logan's videoconference, now with a tall and smiling man beside her. - There you are, mi hijo. – the lady greeted happily, leaning down to kiss both of Logan's cheeks, with the Spanish accent making her seem even warmer, before she turned her dark and contented eyes to Missy – Oh, and I see you finally brought this young lady lovely for us to meet. It's a pleasure, my dear. – she held out her hand, with a very friendly smile, which made Missy feel comfortable immediately – I'm Raquela Hernandez. And this is my husband, Fernando. – She cast an affectionate

She smiles warmly at finally being acknowledged and cautiously approaches her. "Hi there, I'm Sophia. You must be Marisol," she greeted, her tone soft and bearing no animosity. Blinking, Marisol forced the food that'd been in her mouth down her throat, still eyeing her skeptically. Something about her made her wary. "I'm Caleb's wife and mate and the current Luna of Redwood." The woman added after getting no reply, and Marisol froze, unable to give a better reaction. "We're not here to hurt you, Marisol. You should eat more to regain your strength." She spoke again.

She replied “Sorry, I'm just...” “Girl, you should have let me confront him then, him and his ho” Ana suggested “She's actually really nice” I said to her “Who is?” Ana asked in confusion “His wife” I replied “Which one is his wife?” She asked “There's his wife” I said pointing down to one of the pictures “Ohh...” She said and gave me a silly look then we both smile “Mia, is that the same woman he travelled with?” Ana asked

Her eyes, wide with hatred, gleamed like burning embers. She looks just like me, they had said. Was it possible? Could Hermosa still be alive? No. It couldn't be. But "fiancée"? He was going to marry her? Melissa's heart twisted with bitter rage. She hated her. Why had she come back? Why was she suffering here while Hermosa lived a perfect life? Her hatred burned hotter than fire. For every humiliation she endured, she would make them pay—tenfold.

She assured her curious mind by telling herself that maybe she had seen him at her wedding. "John! How are you my friend? You have been out of country for a month now and.....ah Selena Mario? Hey! How you doing?" Ferris said gesturing to the couple. The next moment the girl flew into Ferris embrace squealing like a duck " Ferris baby! I missed you so much!" A gasp left Hazel Lincoln's mouth as she stared at the girl in her husband embrace who stick herself like a glue to him. Her husband embrace! Ferris was startled himself but managed to pat the woman's back slightly as he tried to back away. He glanced at his wife briefly who seemed to be calculating something far worse in her mind.

Before she could even finish her sentence, Josiah cut her off abruptly, "I am here to pick up my wife." "..." Just one reply from Josiah and Halsey's dream vanished into thin air. A good-looking man like him was actually married? Halsey guessed if his wife could be one of her colleagues from the upper management. But she never knew anyone who was that wealthy. Being the nosy person that she was, Halsey smiled and asked, "May I know who your wife is? Who knows? Perhaps we're in the same department." "Meredith Leighton." "Huh?" Halsey was stunned.

“This painting used to be your favorite one, right? you always talked about how beautiful your mother-in-law looked here, right Amelia Muriel, or should I say Erika Beltran?” Amelia looked at her. Her smile never went off. ********** “It must be hard to not have a good relationship with your husband, right?” Marcos asked the woman who had offered to give him a tour around the Hacienda. “Yes, a little, but I still enjoy the things this family can give me. I don’t know, I think there’s nothing I can do to make my husband love me.” “Why do you say so? You’re a beautiful woman.” Patricia gave him a mischievous smile. “Do you think so?”