Mi Hermosa Esposa Novels & Stories

"Yes sir, you don't have to say that over and over again, I've memorized everything, you just relax." "Oh my God, how beautiful my future daughter in law is," said a woman who suddenly came and hugged Anya. Of course, this shocked Anya and she could only stay frozen in the beautiful woman's arms. "Ouch honey, don't be so stiff like this, just relax with mom." "How can she not be stiff Ma, if suddenly you come and hug someone's child," said Dimas. "Oohh, sorry, I was reflexively very happy that you finally brought your girlfriend to this house."

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

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?"

He wore shorts that hang dangerously low around his waist. He stood at 6'8 and had olive-toned skin. His hair was messy from the shower he had not long ago made him look sexier. “Mmmhm." He answered his wife. “What are you thinking about, you seem lost," Sia said as she hugged him from behind. “Nothing, I'm just enjoying the view from here, Es Hermoso." He added. She runs her hands over the husband's arbs and torso smiling and making him let out small groans.

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.