Novel & Cerita Mi Hermosa Esposa

"As I said, I will not approve of them. I'll look for a good wife for him, well my friend's daughter Maite Perez, she's a sweet girl, she'll be back from England next two weeks." "You won't dare, Mi Angelito." I couldn't help but raise my eyebrow while I glanced at my determined, stubborn wife. "Just watch me try," she smirks evilly at me. "I love to see that your plan ruined, Mi Amor," I started placing my hand on her shoulders, watching our future daughter-in-law and the groom. They look perfect together. Why can't she see it? "You have my word on it, darling..." my wife announced arrogantly; her eyes glanced in the sunlight surveying the couple. "Goodness me, they are kissing," she yelled

She is way taller than me and she looks like a model in a high-class magazine. “My staff told me that you are already here so I came to say hi,” she said. Then, her attention turned to me and she frowned when she saw Enver’s arm on my shoulder. “Ahm…” She gulped and turned her eyes back on my husband. “Who is she?” “This is my wife,” Enver introduced me. “Milan Escuero-Andrius.” He turned to me and pointed to the woman. “She is Amethyst Koganei, the owner of this resort.”

Enzo groaned, rising from his seat. "Mmm, later," I muttered, barely looking up from my phone. "Tesoro!... Morning, Mia," his voice echoed, and my heart skipped. I looked up- There she was, My Wife. Dressed like a modern-day fairy, wrapped in a soft white gown that hugged her perfectly. For a second, I was jealous of the fabric. "Hi, Enzo" she smiled sweetly. "Er Tesoro... I was about leaving. Take care" he said, hugging her before heading out.

The reason I came all the way to México was sitting in my chest, steady, sure, undeniable. And I was finally ready to say it. Marion took a breath, steadying his voice. “Estoy aquí para pedir su bendición… para casarme con Demetria.” (I’m here to ask for your blessing… to marry Demetria.) For a moment, Señor Hernandez just stared at me, like the words needed a second to land. Then his eyebrows shot up, and his mouth fell open. “¿Casarte con mi hija?” (Marry my daughter?)

"What?" "I almost got hit by a car." She gave a shaky laugh. "But the driver stopped just in time. And the owner of the car… he insisted on taking me to the hospital to make sure I was okay. Then he drove me home. And we started talking. And then…" She hesitated. "We kept in touch. And a few days ago, he proposed." The room tilted. "Proposed," I repeated slowly. "Yes." She was smiling again, that too-bright smile. "We got married this afternoon. His name is Dominic Hayes, and we're moving into his estate tonight. Our new home."

It run in a speed that if you are not steady, it may go unnoticed. It has been five months now since our marriage. Everything has been moving on great like the marriage every girl could want to have. My hubby has took great care of me and his friends too. Most of his friends are musician and business people and traveling is order for a day to them. They oftenly come to our villa to pay a visit and they could bring gifts for me and Keron. Keron take me first in everything he wants to do. I get along with all the employees at home. I took time to chat with them and they like me for that.

I quickly turned my head to the side, pretending as if nothing had happened. Instead of reacting in anger, Celeste actually flashed me a smile. She faced me squarely and lifted a leg. Then, she positioned the showerhead beneath her to rinse herself, giving me an unobstructed view of her most intimate parts. My jaw dropped. Was this how liberal she was, not seeing me as an outsider at all? When did my wife become best friends with her? I was in such luck! I watched Celeste, a smirk also playing on my face. At this moment, my wife had her full attention on her phone, completely oblivious to what just happened.

Lucas turned immediately. For the first time that night, I saw something shift in his expression. Recognition. “Oh… Mira,” Lucas said. She smiled slowly. Then her eyes moved to me. “So this is the wife?” she asked. There was nothing cool or polite in her tone. Lucas’s voice became colder instantly. “Yes, Mira. This is Isabella, my wife.” She extended her hand to me, and we exchanged a handshake. “You’re prettier than the papers described,” she said.

Lydia, the designer, assured her before quickly heading out of the office. The soft glow of the tablet screen illuminated Veronice’s face as she sat alone in her grand but silent office, the faint hum of the city beyond the windows doing little to fill the void in the room. Her finger slowly swiped across the glass surface, each motion revealing another captured memory. She paused, her breath catching, as a photo filled the screen — her daughter, radiant in her wedding dress, smiling that gentle, uncertain smile on the day she was wed into the Vale family.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but Sir Gabriel talks about you a lot. Actually, other employees here always says how sweet he is as your husband, and I understand him now, look how beautiful you are, ma'am!" Celina’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around her purse strap. “Excuse me?” she said, voice barely above a whisper. Marissa blinked, surprised by the reaction but quickly recovered. “You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!"