Mi Hermosa Esposa Novels & Stories

My wife proved that if you throw enough money around you can have anything shipped anywhere in a truly impressive short period of time. Once she redecorated the house in Spain it looked completely different. Even the land felt less barren after I'd walked it daily with Luna at my side. She would chatter incessantly in her sexy, slightly husky voice about ridiculous, unnecessary things while I fell a little more in love with her. This was the first time since her accident that I felt like I had my beautiful girl back. True to her word, after we'd returned to Mexico, after her stay in the hospital, she'd become a model wife and mother. She didn't put a single toe out of line. To my eyes she be

She rolls her eyes with an exhale. “Rowan? Rowan Merrick?” I hear a familiar voice of a woman I have slept with. I instantly go rigid. I look up to see Shakira. A beautiful red head with red lips to match. I met her in Barcelona when she was finishing up her art history degree. “Shakira.” I reply evenly. I also remember her kinks. It drives her crazy when men don’t throw themselves at her. “This is my wife, Selene.” I turn to face her. In doing so my hand leaves the lap of my wife. I can feel her notice the shift.

They laughed as he proceeded to help her prepare and set the table. The drugs you gave me worked on her perfectly well, she (Isa) was a sex beast" He added. "I will be the best husband while we are on our honeymoon and when she comes back" he stopped, a devilish grin on his face. "I wonder if she would still remember me," The lady mumbled. "I heard the accident wipe some of her memories, if she did, I would love to see the look on her face when she sees me," She went on, taking her seat.

she replied with a frown. Oh god, what should I do with this girl? "Do you know Aaron Malhotra?" I asked her curiously. "Yes I know him because he is my husband," she replied. Thank God she remembered me as her husband. "Yes I’m your husband," I replied. "No, you are not my husband. He is more handsome than you. He is very hot and his looks are killer. He is not here. He went to Delhi for some office work. So you are not my husband." she said shaking her head in denial.

"You must be his wife, I'm Mikaela Esqueza, the mother." She then gave me a gently hug but her facial expression wasn't changing. Even my body's shaking, I did my best not to show how nervous I am right now. "Nice meeting y-you," I stammered. "I'm Irisian Marie Villafuente, uhm, Esqueza. But you can call me Iris for short," I smiled at her. "What family are you from?" she asked, rasing her brow. "You must be very special, my son married you in so much rush." She looked at Mr. Esqueza. "Right, Zachary?"

It will make me feel more embarrassed if you stare at me again right now. I shake my head lightly and answer his question with a question as well. “What did you just say earlier?” “Hmmm?” My fingers tightened around the ice pack when he hummed like that. But I immediately loosened my hold when I realized I should not react like this. “W-Why did you say I'm your wife? Do you even know who I am?” “Catalina Gomez, daughter of Moriz Gomez, owner of the Gomez Enterprise–” “Am I that pitiful?”

It was okay if she wasn't ready to talk about it. “I found out who his fiancée is,” Maria said and Aurora’s eyes widened a little. “Really? Who?” “Isabella Morreti,” she said, turning her phone to her and Aurora stared at the picture. “Isabella? Isabella is famous, how didn't I know that? Or how didn't you know that? You said he has never been married, never been in a serious relationship. Just a string of beautiful women who never last more than a few weeks." Aurora said, recalling Maria’s exact words.

The moment most of the eyes set upon Archi, one by one, they gathered to shake hands with him and have a little conversation. I slightly tapped Archi’s arm to get his attention then I whispered to him. “I’ll just go to the wash room.” “Go ahead. I’ll wait for you at our table.” I excused myself and went to retouch. I met familiar and unfamiliar faces who greeted me. I’m known as Rome Archillus De Herrera’s wife, so yeah. When I was looking for a table, I bumped into someone on my way. She’s familiar. “Mrs. De Herrera, it’s nice seeing you here.” She said, “You look so gorgeous. I love your dress.” She even complimented me.

Mia's voice came through, cutting my line of thoughts. "I used to have your attention when we were dating, but ever since we got married, we are now like two strangers living together. It has been months since our wedding, aren't you going to treat me with a little bit of respect anymore?" She fumed, while seeming aggrieved. "I am not your mistress, I am not a hooker you sleep with after a stressful day at work. I am not a girl who serves your drink, and begs for your attention. I am your wife— Mia De Luca Moretti. Why is it hard to ever hold a conversation with you? Would you have treated Isla like this way if she was the one who you got married to?"

I tried to speak, but I couldn’t. Mama pulled me into a hug. She looked past me. “Whose car is that?” Mama asked. “My husbands’ car.” “Husband mi hija. Your only twenty-one and you are married. Did you marry some gringo Americano? Is he a drug dealer? Some stupid Americano has soiled my daughter.” “Mama, I didn’t marry an Americano. I married a Mexicano. And he’s nothing like Don Ricardo.” Mama stared into the car to see who was in it.