Novel & Cerita Mr Chairmans Devious Wife

He spoke stiffly, "Mr. Keith, I hope you can give us a satisfactory explanation. My Italian company would not cooperate with a man who was inconsistent and unreliable. Madam, let's go!" The Chairman snorted coldly, took his wife's hand, and turned to leave. The Chairman's wife's gaze passed Rose and landed on Shirley's face. For some reason, she felt that this girl, with her clean smile and clear eyes, couldn't possibly be that kind of woman. Despite her pale face and apparent distress, she suppressed it firmly, even though her body was trembling and almost unable to stand. It pained her to see her like this. However, given the current situation, it was not suitable for outsiders to be prese

"Is she the one who ruined your son's life, Martin? Or you? Aren't you the one controlling Rod's life?” The chairman's lips parted. His eyes widened at what his wife said. "I'm doing everything for our son, Manilou and that girl you're protecting, she's trying to destroy my plans for Rod. She’s a slut." The attorney slapped the chairman hard causing Miss Tanya to scream. "You have the courage to tell her that? You’re the one making Rod’s life miserable!" The chairman gave the attorney a deadly look. "Get out!" The chairman shouted at me. But the attorney did not move.

The secretary department, from the chairman's office to the warehouse, had access to all kinds of information. It was like an intelligence station. "Have you heard? The chairman’s wife is looking for her savior." "Savior?" "I know this, I know this. They say the wife went to some banquet and almost had an accident." "Yeah, she was saved by a beautiful and charming young heiress! She really likes this young lady and wants to..." "Stop talking!" "Let’s change the subject." Their voices trickled into Candice and Margaret’s ears. The wife, the banquet, the beautiful and charming young heiress...

"See that man over there? The one with the ridiculous handlebar mustache?" "The one who looks like a cartoon villain?" "That's him. He's on wife number four. Each one progressively younger. Current wife is twenty-three. He's sixty-seven." "Gross." "Agreed. And see the woman in the purple dress?" "The one with the—" Rae gestures vaguely at her own chest. "The very prominent assets?" I bite back a smile. "That's Mrs. Chen. Those assets are courtesy of her husband's plastic surgeon. She got them as an anniversary gift. Her fourth set, apparently."

“If you’re going to crucify me, at least make it entertaining.” The mustached man bristled. “You think this is funny? Your brother—” “My brother,” I interrupted, pulling out my phone, “is a fraud. And if you’d all stop licking his boots for one second, you might see that.” I tapped the screen, and a tape began to play. It showed my ever-righteous father kissing and fondling the chairman's wife. They leaned into each other like two lovesick teenagers. The chairman, seated at the head of the table, went pale with shock. “That’s not my wife,” he stuttered. “She—she wouldn’t—”

I groaned with ease as I exploded in the bitch’s mouth, my eyes still glued to the screen as I watched Xavier ram into my wife’s pussy from the back while she moaned out like his little slut. She was my slut! How could she belong to another man? But then it was such a thrilling video. I never believed it would be so interesting to watch your son fuck your wife while you got your dick sucked by your secretary. I would take her betrayal of sleeping with my son as her revenge against me after watching me fuck different women through the years, but I wasn’t a lenient person. I wouldn’t forgive her if she wanted more than that… “Did I do well, Chairman?” the secretary asked in a timid voice, but

she added, looking like a proud mother who's about to watch her daughter smash her bullies hard on the face. I revert my attention to her husband, growing bolder by the moment. “ I came to make one thing clear to you. I am Mrs. Devinsky. I am the legal wife of Aaron Devinsky…and his love,” I added, with a tilt in my tone. He chuckles lightly, keeping his attention on the folders, while standing.

“I don’t want to hear any excuses. You’ve embarrassed this family long enough! And now you’ve gone as far as to harm the future mother of my grandchild!” “Grandchild?” Devia looked at her in disbelief. “You don’t even know if—” “Don’t you dare insult Revania’s pregnancy!” Mr. Dirgantara’s deep voice boomed through the room. His glare was filled with disgust. “We’re sick of your constant drama, Devia. You always blame everyone else when in truth, you’re the one who failed as a wife.” The words cut deep — like knives straight to Devia’s chest. She swallowed hard, tears forming in her eyes. “I never failed as a wife, Sir. I just refused to keep taking the blame for other people’s lies.”

Ann Hartigan had been sexually unresponsive for years, but I once caught her pleasuring herself to a photo of her male protégé. That was how I knew she'd fallen for him. Later, when Craig McDermott's showboating in the operating room left my mother paralyzed, I gave Ann two choices: send him to prison, or divorce me. She spent the whole night out on the balcony in the cold, and by the next morning, she'd handed over the evidence of Craig's fatal error. After that, she became medicine's celebrated "devoted wife," and the two of us went back to being as loving as ever. One day, I slipped into an awards ceremony at Ann's hospital, hoping to surprise her. The moment I walked in, I saw the

I said, pointing at the floor. I pointed at the photo of Zara and the young man and continued, "That woman is my wife." The crowd fell silent for a moment before they burst into laughter. "Where did this crazy pauper come from? Did he go insane from thinking about money too much?" "Are you blind? That woman is Mr. Alan Barrington's wife. She's the CEO of Apex Group! She would never be attracted to a pauper like you. Stop dreaming!" What was going on?